Disney High

Chapter 8

Elsa's P.O.V

I was bored. In school. Surprise surprise. What was the class you might ask? Math. Bo-ring.

You know what I think? I think that this lesson needs a bit of.... excitement.

I discreetly waved my fingers and shot a beam of ice through the window. Everyone turned to stare and started chattering, unaware of the failed attempts my teacher was making to quiet them down.

"Oi! Who threw that?" came a Cockney accent from below the window. Everyone rushed to the window, including my teacher, who had given up on trying to quiet us down. Below the window was a brown-haired boy, who was rubbing his head and giving us all the evil eye. His brown eyes glanced at all of us, lingering on me for just a split second longer. Weirdo. 

"Are you Mr Mickey's Math class?" he asked. Mr Mickey nodded. His face split into a grin.

"Excellent!" he said. Ignoring my teacher's protests, he climbed through the window and fell into the crowd of kids. He stood up brushing himself off.

"I'm Bert," he said, grinning. He offered his hand to Mr Mickey for him to shake. Mr Mickey looked at how dirty Bert's hand was, and ignored him. Bert grabbed Mr Mickey's hand and shook it anyway. The class laughed.

I grinned. One thing was for sure, having Bert in this class was going to make Math so much more fun.

Anna's P.O.V

The new kid shook Mr Mickey's hand, obviously (purposely?) ignoring the fact that Mr Mickey had considered his hand too "dirty" to shake. This kid was funny.... and a little bit cute. What? No, I don't have a crush on him. I have Kristoff. I don't need a handsome, funny, brown-haired, witty boy... with a dreamy Cockney accent... What?? No, I don't have a crush on him.

Bert had finished shaking Mr Mickey's hand and wiped his hands on his pants. He looked at all of us.

"Well, seeing as I'm joining your class, I'll need a place to sit. Any free seats?" he asked. Everyone immediately turned to look at Elsa. Being the weird person she was, she had no one in this class to sit next to her. Sometime's I pretended that we weren't sisters. It wasn't hard, we looked nothing alike. Bert saw everyone staring at Elsa, and smiled. A genuine smile. He walked over to her and said,

"Well, it looks like we'll be seeing seat mates! I'm Bert, and you are?" Elsa ignored his outstretched hand and glared at him like he was dirt on her boots.

"Elsa," I supplied. Elsa turned to glare at me. What? I'm just trying to make the new kid feel welcome! Bert grinned at her. 

"Greetings Elsa!" he said cheerfully. We all walked back to our seats, Bert sticking very close to Elsa. I saw her trying to shove him away, but he stuck to her like glue.

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20 minutes into the lesson, Mr Mickey stopped explaining about percentages. We all turned to look where he was looking. Of course. Bert was whispering to Elsa, who looked like she'd rather be anywhere else than here. 

"Miss Arrendale! Since you seem to, ah, ENJOY Bert's company so much, you can show him around the school," Mr Mickey droned, looking pleased with himself. Elsa had been showing him up all year, and now was his time to get revenge.

Elsa looked at Bert, shooting daggers from her eyes.

I swear, if looks could kill, Bert would be dead on the floor.

Bert's P.O.V

Elsa looked at me with hatred. I smiled back at her. No, I'm not overly stupid, I just wanted to aggravate her. Now she's stuck with me, and there's nothing she can do.

I turned to smile at Mr Mickey, to see he was glaring at...... me?

"And you, Mr... Bert. Since you seem to like talking during class, how about you talk during DETENTION," he roared. My smile grew even wider. 

Perfect. This was the best opportunity to annoy him. 

"Oh THANK YOU, sir," I chirped, running to the front of the room, and shaking Mr Mickey's hand.

"You have NO idea what a PLEASURE this is for me. DETENTION! I CAN'T believe it! Thank you SO much," I babbled shaking his hand with exaggerated excitement. Mr Mickey looked at me like I'd escaped from the mental hospital. Which, in a way, I had.

"Bert, I think that bump to the head was a little serious. Maybe you,  ah, need to, ah, go down to the nurse's office," he suggested. I grinned like a lunatic, relishing the laughs of my fellow classmates.

"OH, the NURSE'S office. How SIMPLY delightful. But I'm afraid I don't know the way. Elsa?" I said innocently, turning to look at Elsa. She looked simply furious.

"Fine, I'll take you to the nurse," she muttered. I grinned.

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In the hallway, Elsa slammed me against a locker. I didn't smile at her. I was smart enough to know that smiling with this girl could get me killed. 

"Listen BERT, I don't have time for your silly games. You'll figure out that I'm not someone to be messing around with," she growled. I noticed her hand was glowing. I looked at it curiously, and then back at her. She noticed me staring and released me.

She waved her hand, and snowflakes flew out of her hand. I gasped. This girl just made snow in the middle of spring. What was happening?! Maybe the icicle really DID damage my brain.... oh wait...

"YOU made that icicle!" I gasped, pointing at Elsa. I lost all my wise guy pretences. Shouldn't mess around with ice girl.

"Yu," she smirked, "And if you want to stay alive you'll do as I say." I nodded. Elsa thought she could try to intimidate me. But little did she know I had secrets of my own...

Yup. Chapter's updated. No picture here... maybe next time.

I got a dog a week ago, and she's so adorable :D. Next chapter I'll put a picture of her, I promise.
Any suggestions for the story? I'm stuck for ideas right now, my characters are kind of being bipolar in a sense. One minute their scared and the next their like:
Meh gurl