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You were in the gymnasium, sitting at the top of the bleachers of the main students. You watched the jocks play their game, along with everyone else in your school. Everyone, except for Howard and Randy. You looked around a bit, though not expecting to see them any time soon. 'Where are they?' You thought. Those two boys are pretty much your friends now, whether they agreed with it or not. Your only friends at the moment and you weren't even sure if they were or not. You were about to go look for them, then the gym doors flew open. There Howard and Randy stood ad they wore speedos and full-body paint.

"WHAT UP, NORRISVILLE HIGH!" Randy yelled as Howard squirted silly string everywhere. It was silent for a bit, then everyone laughed. Even you couldn't help but stifle a giggle as they looked between each other in mild disappointment. They then sat at the bottom of the bleachers with their chins on their hands.

You stare for a moment of contemplation before you decided to get up and went down to join them. "Hey, guys!" You said as you sat next to Randy.

They turned to you and smiled. "Hi, (Y/n)!" Randy said.

"What up, (Y/n)?" Howard said, giving you finger guns.

You shrugged. "Not much. But what the juice is with this?" You pointed to their whole bodies.

They chuckled nervously. "Don't you know the rules of the 'Fish Cage', (Y/n)?" Howard asked. You shook your head. Then Howard got all up in your face. "What?! Woman, where have you been?!"

"I've been ignored by pretty much everyone! Now, what's the Fish Cage?"

Randy cuts in. "Only the Gym's coolest seats for the coolest kids." He points to the side of the bleachers. You looked and, sure enough, there was a whole aisle of bleachers. It had a gold rim around its boundary lines, and most of the cool kids and jocks sat there. "But the thing is, it's IMPOSSIBLE to get into."

You kept watching to see a kid walk up to try to get in. Then one of the jocks threw him to the other side of the Gym.

"Nice try, Doug!" Randy called.

"So," you said, "this is you guys' way of "cool"?"

They nodded. "Eh, look on the bright side," Howard said. "At least we're not sitting with the marching band."

He pointed to the other side of the bleachers. There sat the band kids, playing music and getting food thrown at them. You cringed at the sight. "Yikes," you said.

As the band played, one of them started to play a triangle like there was no tomorrow. "Bucky!" A brown haired girl with braces said. "There are no triangle solos in this song!"

"But the triangle is my life!" Bucky said. He kept playing. "Bucky! Stop it!"

"Enough!" A band teacher said. He walked over to Bucky. "For the last time, there are NO TRIANGLE SOLOS in this song!!"

"But I love the triangle!" Bucky replied. "And this dinger is what I hold most dear." He held up his dinger as if he was praising the sun itself.

"I don't care! Now sit out until band is over!"

Bucky started to cry and ran off. You inhaled sharply. "Double yikes." Randy and Howard nodded in agreement.

(MEANWHILE UNDER THE GROUND)

A sorcerer sat in his prison, messing with the little magic he had. The raggy old man mumbled while his rat companion watched. Then the sounds of a cry captured his attention. "Mmm..." he mumbled. "The sound of a broken heart . Perfect!"

He smirked and sent his power up some drain pipes. It made its way to the school. It surrounded Bucky. "What is... HAPPENING... TO ME?!" Bucky screamed and changed into a purple badger-like monster with yellow eyes. He growled and ran to find the music teacher for revenge.