High School. What a toot.(Pretty Little Liars/Mean Girls/1D){NO LONGER ON HOLD}

Chapter 1: Me

Before you read, please note that I picked the cast based on looks, NOT personality. :)

Chapter one: Me 

"Natalia! It's time for school!" 

Ppbb. A tiny fart escapes me. "Do I have to?" 

"It's the first day of school; you don't want to be late.Are you wearing your soundproofs?" My mom points out and asks. 

"Why couldn't I just be homeschooled..." I mumble to myself. 

"What's that? You'd better wear them." 

"Nothing." I walk outside to the car after I grab my soundproofs. I know you want to know, So let's talk about me:  

My name is Natalia Oliviara. I am Belizian. I speak spanish and as it was my first language, I have the accent. I don't mean to brag but I think I'm pretty. And this last one is really embarassing; it's the reason I want to be homeschooled: I am uncontrollably, involuntarily, and highly flatulent. It's not my diet or anything. Its a genetic that's been in my family forever. And now you may ask 'Wouldn't your parents HAVE to homeschool you because farting is disruptive at school?' Well, sadly, the answer is no. Apparently the principal says he would welcome me to attend school here because they are a large sponsor of the new soundproof underpants for men, boys, women, and girls. They are washable and the school has even donated some coupons for them to me. So not only will I be continuously farting, I will be doing so while wearing a giant diaper that may or may not prevent sound from escaping into the classroom. And now you may ask 'Why don't you buy those drops you put on your food that helps you control your flatulence?' Easy answer: My mom says the underwear is cheaper and reusable. But no matter what I have to go to school. 

"Here we are. Butte High School. Have a great first day! Bye Natalia! Make new friends and have fun!" Mom waves bye. 

"Bye!" I get out and walk through the gates. Wow. This school was four stories high and had those cool blue mirrored windows. Actually they were checkerboarded with blue and a soothing green. They had a big banner by the main doorway that read ' Butte High School! Montana's Best!' In the back I could see a large lap pool, a few basketball courts and tennis courts, a football field, and so much more. You would think this is great, but I think it means this is a prep school full of preps who laugh and point at new girls who look like they wear diapers. I have the courage to open the door to what must be the front office and walk in. There are a few other high schoolers and a lady at the desk.  

"Excuse me. I'm new here---" I begin but she cuts me off. 

"Welcome to Butte! You'll love it here! Now what's your name, dear?" She asks. 

"Natalia Oliviara." I say, slightly taken aback. 

"Natalia, Natalia, Natalia! Ah here you are!" She smiles and points to my name on a list. She hands me a piece of paper."Here's your schedule in case you lost yours from orientation." 

I take the piece of paper and put it in the pocket in my jeans. I feel myself fart, but there is no noise or smell. I guess the underwear works. I look at myself in the body length mirror on the wall. I didn't look too bad. Except for my seemingly enourmous buttoks!

AUTHOR NOTE

SO WHATYA THINK? SHOULD I UPDATE?

1st of all: 'Butte' is pronounced B-you-t

2nd of all: OMG ok so half of you probably don't even want to know, but last night I typed this on a kindle fire, and i thought it didn't save so I stayed up all night rewriting this and part of ch. 2 in pencil and paper, only to find that it actually WAS saved on my computer!!! So I hope you like it. And PLEASE VOTE.

~ rachel1direction