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Happy leaned back onto the tree giving a sigh. He made sure that he kept his head down. Eye contact meant vulnerability! Plus, it was scary to look at someone in the eyes. He hugged his legs to his chest, and stared down at his knees. He sat there alone, and he gave a small breath. Sometimes he wished he could be alone like this all the time. Happy sort of enjoyed the outdoors. That is, if it were always this silent and quiet. He hoped this moment would never end.

Too bad. D:<

A new student was happily skipping into the gates, a briefcase in hand. She was new, and had received a slip of paper on her way into the property.
"Dorm Thirteen." said Avery. "Thirteen is evil in America. That means this is an omen!"
She frowned. "I am going to die...."
Flicking a tuft of stubborn hair from her right eye, she made her way into the bustling courtyard. She couldn't help but let out a few "ooohs" and "aaaahs" for good measure. She also had a mischievous glint in her eye. With her power, she could play a few tricks.
Laying her suitcase down, she sat on a bench to rest. Suitcases were heavy!

Happy's eye flashed open. He looked up shakily, doubtingly. No, no, someone couldn't have disturbed his happy hour. No, really. His Happy hour. Lol get it? *ahem* Happy gave a noise that sounded as if it were a "Myeeeeh! Dx". He jerked himself backwards with despair, back slamming into the tree trunk behind him. The black haired boy looked up, frowning. Oh, God, he had just made a complete fool of himself. When he spotted some person sitting on a bench nearby, he pulled himself even tighter than before, trying to drown out his embarrassment. "I APOLOGIZE TO THE WORRRLDDD!!" he cried in his legs.

Oh. My. Sweet. Goodness.

Trina hurried, grabbing her emergency basket of muffins and throwing on a sweater. She rushed down the stairs, throwing caution to the wind, determined to be the first to greet the new student. She had seen her through her window like the creepy stalker she was, and no one deserved to be greeted without a basket of muffins or some such.

She smoothed her dress, buttoned the sweater, and arrived in the courtyard, looking as presentable as always. Katrina held the basket in front of her, walking with grace and dignity. If there was one think Trina Millar hated, it was looking as if she didn't know what she was doing. Her small smile gave away little other than a sweet pleasantness (emotion-control was important for all WASPs), and she walked right past the "emo" child, not paying him a second thought.

She headed straight for the bench Avery was sitting on, still smiling. "These are for you! Welcome to the Academy!"

Avery looked up, immediately confused by the girl who had approached her. "Oh, hi....you."
Had she gotten amnesia and forgotten everyone she knew? Why did this girl go up to her? Maybe this girl was an alien trying to abduct her!
Avery pushed the thoughts out of her head with a sigh, not meaning for it to come out of her mouth.

Commotion? Michaelangelo frowned. Commotion mean't people were either in danger or breaking things or God knows what, and sometimes that stuff wasn't good. He shuffled towards the noises, and saw a girl sitting on a bench. What a strange girl, with her flippy hair and flowers and briefcases and michevious eyes. She seemed to be trouble. And the boy, don't forget the boy. The one with the black hair, screaming about apologies to the world, and what not. He seemed severly unhappy. Michaelangelo approached him cautiously. "Are you alright?" He questioned, offering the boy his helping hand.

Trina gave a forced laugh, which abruptly halted. "Oh, no. You don't know me. Not yet, at least. I'm Katrina Millar -- and these are for you. I'm assuming you're new by the suitcases," She said, extending the basket. "They're blueberry, dear. Don't worry, I didn't poison them or anything," She gave another small chuckle.

Happy looked up when another person walked by. He watched her give a small offering of, what was it? Oh, did it matter!?

Girls are so weird! he thought helplessly, feeling really safe in his tight little ball. For some reason, Happy thought that if he couldn't see them, they couldn't see him. He kept his eyes down.

After a few moments, a sudden mouth-watering smell washed over him. He knew that smell anywhere! "Muffiiinnss....." He looked up, eyes shining. There, in the basket that he disregarded earlier, sat a small pile of muffins.

He didn't move, but just stared as if he'd never eaten in his entire life.

Blueberry.... ;n;

A hand covered his sight of the basket, and his head jerked up in surprise. "Wh-- What!?!" His eyes were wide with fright. "YES!! SORRY!" He clenched his eyes tightly. Oh, God! I hope he doesn't touch me!

A small almost unnoticeable glare shown in Avery's eyes, as if saying Who sent you!?, but it disappeared within a second with a grateful grin. "Thank you." she said cheerfully. She'd have to test them for rat poisoning later in the dorm.

Trina looked at the girl quizzically. Not once had she met someone who had resisted her blueberry muffins. Except her great uncle. (Though he was forced by Trina, who threw a right, and polite, fit, only to be hospitalized. Apparently, he was allergic to blueberries.) "Aren't you going to try one?" She asked the girl hopefully. She was prepared to pull an Uncle Eustace.

Avery blinked. "Erm.......I'd love to....but....my.....sweetness pills are at the bottom of my suitcase at the moment." she explained with various pauses. "You see, I...am allergic to......tasty....sweet things."
She turned her index fingers in a circular motion around each other nervously. These muffins could kill her!

The Boy seemed... Schitzophrenic. "I'm sorry.. To be disturbing you." Michaelangelo said softly, backing away from The Boy, and crossing his legs on the ground. "I'm just trying to make friends. I'm new here. My name is Michaelangelo Sharp." He said politely, resting his defined chin on his fist.

Trina dropped the basket onto the ground, and put her hands onto her hips indignantly. "And to think someone had the kindness to stay up all night preparing the perfect muffins for your arrival." She looked hurt, but bent over and picked up one of the muffins. "I'm sure someone will appreciate them. Hmm . . . you," She pointed at the little emo kid, Happy, and motioned for him to approach. "You look like you enjoy a good muffin, right?" She said sweetly, though she was fuming.

Avery pouted. "I was going to eat them tonight...." she murmured sadly, rocking back and forth on the bench.

Happy shook his head hesitantly. "N- No! U- Um... you... you're not... I mean, I- no..." he stuttered, eyes wide.

There was nothing this Michaelnalchelno guy could do to become friends with him! His name was too confusing, which meant that he was eeevviiillll. "Uh- Um... Mitchelingelo? Uhmmm.... Hap... Happy-- Rhoden!" he responded.

Happy, the one who wasn't really THAT emo (okaymaybealittle), looked up sharply, a bit hysterically. "ME!?" His tone was extremely surprised. His surprise kept his words down his throat and his mouth agape.

"U-- Ummm!!! Yes!?" His response seemed more like a question than an answer.

Trina looked at him oddly, thinking the boy was a crazier than she was, but shrugged her shoulders and held out the muffin. She strode over to him, making sure Avery watched. She held the muffin towards him, and smiled. "Go ahead," She said. "And tell me how you like it."

That was his cue to move. Michaelangelo picked himself up and backed slowly away from Happy, before the starved kif ran him over to get to the muffins.
That new girl over there looked a bit.... Just a bit. He couldn't quiet put a name to her expression. The guy walked over to her, and sat on the bench side farthest away from her, as if not to disturb the rocking she was doing. The girl with the muffin basket looked intimidatingly at Happy.
"Hi." Michaelangelo said softly, putting a hand on the back of his neck.

Avery almost burst into tears. "Hold on! I'll have one, I'll have one!" she insisted. If she had to die, she'd rather die while tasting a sweet muffin.

Happy slowly reached for a muffin. Though, when Avery's yell challenged him to the muffins, he lashed out, grabbing the muffin, scarfing it down, and then grabbing the basket with it.

Running, his words trailed behind him in a frenzy of scared screaming. Every second he would take a muffin and stuff it in his mouth.

HAPPY GOTTA HAVE HIS MUFFINS D:<

Avery shot up. Suddenly, a pink bow that seemed to be made out of plasma appeared in her hands. "Perish, scum!" she called, shooting an arrow made out of the same substance. It hit him in the back, passing through him with no physical wound.

OOC:Now he'll fall in love with the first person he sees.

Michaelangelo jumped out of his seat and slid away from the girls. People were acting crazy, stealing muffin baskets and shet. He shuffled backwards away from them, and towards the school.

ooc: aw shet DD:<

ic: Happy stopped, eyes wide. "Mmmm-OOWWWW!!" he cried, dropping the basket, muffins spilling everywhere.

Rubbing his hindquarters (cuz dats where it hit; your aim's off D:<), he frowned and turned reluctantly. "That hurt--"

A new feeling surged over Happy. He stared at Trina, not moving. She was gorgeous! She was the most beautiful--

Happy rushed over to her and glomped her, grinning. "Nyaa!!" He wrapped his arms around her waist and smiled. "Um, I've never said this before, but...." He stood on his tippy-toes to reach to her ear. "I love you...!"

This guy had never smiled, talked, looked, etc. that way. Ever. Da fuq did that girl do to him!?

Avery put her hands on her hips and let out a very impressive maniacal laughter. She than walked over to the basket, and immediately her heart sank. One muffin remained.
She cradled it in her hands. "There, there muffin. Mommy's here..." she whispered, reciting the line from Finding Nemo with a little rewording.

"Give me back my muffins, you psychopath!" Trina shouted, stomping her foot on the ground. She didn't notice the plasma arrow in Happy's back, as she was busy calculating how to get her muffins back as soon as possible. As he spilled the muffins onto the ground, Trina let out a gasp. "My good---" She was cut off by the creepy kid hugging her.

"You. . what!?" She widened her eyes, pushing away from him.

Happy just stepped forward, pressing against her. "Yeah," he said softly, eyes glazed with mystify.

He faced Avery and smiled. His hand managed to worm its way onto Trina's so that their fingers overlapped. "My girlfriend's sooo funny!" he chuckled.

He looked high as fu-

Happy looked back up at his girlfriend and reached up with a palm towards her head. "Can I play with your hair?" he asked, his hands already caressing her hair, twirling it on his finger. "Mmm... you're hair's sooo soft!"