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Cjm1915

(I know what you guys are thinking. What's taking me so long to update this one? Simple. I was fixing up my room. I was painting my walls teal, the boarders silver and sadly, my mom and stepdad have to build my cube shelf. (I really wanted to help them out since I'm going to be sixteen until two months.) But at least I have a new TV already up. And thank God, I'm finally getting a desk for my room. So I'll never have disturbance from one of my stepsisters' tablet. She just has it loud and I can't concentrate on my artwork and/or my handwriting notes. (not on unexciting school stuff like math and science. I'm getting terrible at those for some reason. It's actually fanfiction handwriting notes.) and I still have my photos of my walls and my stuff that was made here to prove it. When I get a chance though (-_-;). Why? You ask? Well, I'm getting off topic here. So enjoy the rest of the chapter I made for cjm1915 (if you want to see the first part, it's on the list of stuff I made here.) also forgot to mention, I'm adding some OCs here so hope cjm1915 doesn't mind.) (credit goes to whoever made the drawing on the top. Because it's not mine. Why? I'm not good at doing that. (>~<). )

Chapter Name:

Mortal Kombat, What?

Ken and (Y/N) got to the gym early (since there was a lot of shortcuts that they know). Ken got into the guy's locker room and (Y/N) got into the girl's locker room. When (Y/N) is in the locker room, she changes from her clothes into gym clothes that the school gave her two days ago. After that, she puts her bag up in a locker that had her favorite color (F/C). Then she hears a voice that sounded like a woman. "I see that you found a locker and got here extra early. Phenomenal." (Y/N) turns to see a girl that has light skin, medium (or long) medium blond hair, and brown eyes. She's wearing a red oversized shirt (that one of the sleeves about to fall over her right side of the shoulder but never did.), an orange sports bra under the shirt, light black track pants, cotton fabric white ankle socks orange-yellow-green sneakers. She has her hair (that might be long over her shoulders.) up in a ponytail and she's wearing glasses that make her eyes big. "I'm Vanessa Huaman, (WAH-mawn) (A/N: That's how Huaman sounds, doesn't it?) by the way. And I'm actually a bully target and punching bag of this school in case you're wondering who I am." (Y/N) is already taken pity on Vanessa. She doesn't like it when the bully people hurt the innocence. (Y/N) told her name to Vanessa and said, "I'm (Y/N). And don't worry. I'm not a bully. I'm even not that type of person. I'm actually three years old." "I can actually recognize that. I'm actually in your first class." "Oh, makes sense." "True," Vanessa said agreeing with (Y/N).

After their little conversation, they hear another voice which was more mature. "I'm glad that you two are getting along really great." they turn to see a woman who was wearing a light gray sweatshirt dark black (because it almost looks like Vanessa's but it's actually really dark if you catch my drift.) "In case you two don't know me, I'm your first Gym Coach, Coach Dieckmann. And Vanessa, you don't have to worry about the bullying anymore. Our security cameras are still having the evidence that the teachers need. Besides, nobody deserves to torment a demigod goddaughter of one of the Elder Gods." "The what?" (Y/N) ask while having her confused puppy look on her face. Vanessa knows why (Y/N) doesn't understand and explained everything to her. (Y/N) now understood what the coach means. Coach Diekmann already knows that (Y/N) is the new kid. She didn't mind at all. She told Vanessa and (Y/N) to be outside and wait until the rest of their classmates come over. (Y/N) and Vanessa nodded and walked out. When they got there, (Y/N) sees Ken which made her run to him while Vanessa caught up with her. (Y/N) introduced them to one another which made them glad to know each other. While they were talking, all of the students walked out of the doors to see them, especially (Y/N). Most of them think that she's their age and she's actually a midget. (No offense to all if they are that height. Gomen.) When they got there, they were about to say something to them, but luckily for Ken and Vanessa, the coach's whistle saved their lives. There was another coach that was African-American and he looks like a good guy, but sometimes always make kids do laps until he says they're off the hook.