// I don't own Be More Chill nor Camp Camp. I just wanted to write this because Daniel seems Squip qualified, and David is a dorky boy. Just saying, the kids are aged to high school age and this is going to be a bit sexual cause the book is sexual. Also, I may have the teachers have the same name and some dialog be the same from the book. But I did change a few stuff up, I won't say what, you'll have to read. Enjoy!
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The classroom is bright and somewhat... Alive? It's currently 8:40 A.M. I'm sitting in my class, at Middle Borough High School. My teacher, Mr. Gretch, is sitting at his desk. His head is so bald that you could literally see your own reflection. Of course, I wouldn't bother seeing my reflection. He does have some hair though. He also has a beard. I like to think he's Santa Clause's twin brother. He has a newspaper and a potted cactus on his desk. In a few seconds, he's going to take attendance.
Yay.
I sighed, I glance to my left, it's Brittany Madrid, the Coolest girl in my class. She's talking to about her friend Alicia, who's supposedly a-- well, I won't say it cause it's a bad word but she called her that.
"She was like, 'I'll only do it if you beat me to in pool!' And then of course, she intentionally lost in pool. What a slut!"
I twitch my eye. I know I'm in high school and whatnot, but that doesn't give kids the right to swear!
Gosh, I sound like a dweeb now...
"You should've seen what she was wearing. It was like a garbage bag with a condom on top--"
"Ahahaha!" Miranda cackled. Miranda is the second-Coolest girl in class, which is math. She sits in front of me so she's always twisting back in her chair to talk to Brittany, which demonstrates the fact thst Brittney is the Coolest and she's second.
Girls are so.. well. I don't want to sound mean but, they like to state where they stand in the popularity chart.
"Ahem." Mr. Gretch clears his throat, from the front of the class at his desk, "Abbey?"
"Asu?"
"Here."
"Atborough?"
"Here."
"Asu not-Azu?" Mr. Gretch asked while petting his cactus, as if it was his child or pet.
"Here."
"Caniglia?"
Jasper raises his hand. I avert my eyes toward him. He looks handsome as ever, "Here." My stomach fipped. Hearing his voice always makes me nervous. Why does he have to be so-- hot? I swallowed and looked down.
"Duvoknovich."
"Here, duh." Mr. Gretch slightly glared at them before looking down at the attendance.
"Goranski?"
"Here."
".. Hm.. Heere?"
Oh that's right... my favorite part in school and in class. This always stresses me out. This has been happening since fifth grade. My last name is "Heere", so when I say "here" it confuses the teachers and they repeat the name.
I swallowed hard and raised my hand, "P-present." Shoot! I stuttered! That probably moved me lower down the "Not-So-Cool-Kids" list.
"Loser...!" Someone in front coughed, and caused some kids to snicker. Please let Jasper not be one of them! Then again, they could be calling someone else loser. There's a lot of un-Cool kids here.
I pull out my Humiliation Sheet. I write the name up on top and put a tally mark in the 'Snicker' and 'Loser' category. I covered it with my arms, so Brittany won't look. Once finished, I slipped it in my pocket and tried to listen for other snickers.
// I made the last names the same because, why not? And sorry for the lack of Camp Camp Characters. I have special roles for them. I hope you enjoyed this shit fest. :^)
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Be More Chill, David
FanfictionSummary: David is just an ordinary loser at his school. He's shy, awkward, and weird. That is, until his friend, Neil, tells him about the Squip. The Squip, which is a super computer that tells you what to do to be cool. Like, how to talk, walk, an...
