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Becoming Normal Part 1; The Beginning Of A Weapon

This story and all others is suppose to be a safe haven for everyone to come and have a good time, we won't reject a guest, even if they have a ridiculous request is a somewhat true quote here.

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The Big Day #3

Penny and Cyrus were walking to there classrooms when the bell rang. Cyrus had a different class then Penny so they went different direction's to there class. Penny was super nervous for this day because she had no memory of her school life before but she just wanted to get though today, plus for her birthday she got a Nintendo Switch with Sonic Mania and she was excited to play it so that kept her in a positive mood. Her first class of the day was art so she headed upstairs and towards the art room. She walked in the art room and saw how colorful it was and took a seat. More than a few seconds later a girl who has blonder hair than you could imaging and was wearing a dress you would wear to prom with walked up to were Penny was sitting and look Pi**ed at her. "Excuse me. but that MY Seat so you like need to move over OK", the girl said. "But i sat here fir-", Penny said before the girl interrupted her. "I liked missed the part were that's my problem girl now MOVE. OVER. NOW", said the girl. "I'm not moving ok. There's plenty of other seats so go pick one", Penny said. "NO I WILL NOT PI-", The girl said before the teacher came over. "Well look who it is", said an women who looked to be in her early 30s walked to the girls with a stern look on her face. "London Gravely, Picking on another student for sitting in a seat i see", the women said. "No", said London. "Well you just earned yourself a one way ticket to the principles office", the teacher said. "But-", London said. "Just save it for the principle", said the women. London looked at penny with anger in her eyes, "This is NOT OVER", she said and walked away. The women stood in front of penny and calmed her down. "I'm sorry for that, London is one of our troubled students and always picks on kids for siting in the seat she wanted and other things but she won't be an issue to you from now on", the teacher said. "Thanks" said Penny. "I don't your name. Call me Ms. Latte", Ms. Latte said. She walked away from Penny as the bell rand and began teaching the class. Penny was starting to fell that this . . . this was the start of something. She didn't know what it was or when it was but she knew that her and London would meet again . . . And she was right . . .