Crimson!

Part 1

Part I

/*(Not too long ago before Treehouse of Horror III...)*/

It all started on the first week of malicious college at Greater Endville Community College when try-hard Headmaster (or as people commonly call, "Principal") Veunter Erbourne (attempted to) give a "special" speech. "Ladies and germs, ladies and germs, listen up..."

No one did.

"I said LISTEN UP!" he screamed in pain. But hey, there's a reason this college was rated 0.9 stars for kindness...

"LISTEN UP!!! LISTEN UP!!! LISTEN UP!!!!!"

It went like this for around half an hour. Some crack addicts in the back rows of the auditorium started to crawl under the seats and smoke peacefully... that is, until the tasty crack smoke drifted too upwards. However, Erbourne didn't care... either he didn't see it or he pretended not to.

We were sitting aimlessly in an auditorium in the first month of college. It's a mandatory process, listening for Erbourne to voice his opinions on newcomers being "awesome" at a "foundational college".

Here's the thing: it's not like I got bad grades or something so I'm here in community college. I just needed this college graduation diploma...

Then... Erbourne realized that not all students were stereotypically malicious. He saw some eccentric-looking people (likely nerds) at the front row — playing the world's most boring singleplayer video game with one 4'' phone — that may be docile to "authority figures". He "smiled" at one of them, Fwanks, the average rude teacher's pet. Fwanks barely noticed and continued to play the world's most boring video game with some other grinning nerds (sorry master vembar).

"Uh... hello there, Fwanks..." Erbourne approached as he stepped down the stage. "Uh... can... uh, you... please help me..." Erbourne's small, inhumane face slowly became the colour of the Crimson.

Fwanks finally saw Erbourne after around five minutes.

"Principal Erbourne, you want to see me, sir?" asked Fwanks pompously, as if all this was supposed to happen.

"Y-y-ye-yes-yes, yeah, girl..." Erbourne blushed again, this time even darker than the Crimson (probably Rich Mahogany).

"So...?"

"Oh! What are my manners... Uh... can you... please... help me make those repugnant bullies to actually... uh... listen to me... please?"

Please note that Erbourne calls the ...darker... people "bullies" as if this was just your classic elementary school playground.

"Oh, would I!" beamed Fwanks, always doing whatever she could to please any "grown-up".

"I'll not only make them stop, I'll make them... uh... sing... uh songs... oh, I am so sorry..."

"Please don't be so in-articulate when addressing this to the kids; they can be very... rude... to neurotic minds..."

"Sorry :( "

Before Erbourne could say anything, Fwanks stepped up to the stage and got this megaphone that Erbourne was so afraid of using.

"HEY NERDS!" screamed Fwanks. "BE QUIET AND LISTEN TO YOUR PRINCIPAL! Erbourne, now!"

Before anyone could snap out of suddenly being silent, Erbourne started again.