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Endsville High	By : ManChesterEngland Category: +G through L > Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy Views: 5259 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the cartoon(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N I was told that explanations can be kind of boring in a review I got from FF.net and I agree. BUT hey, don't say I didn't warn you! I did say that ch 3 was boring cause of all the gob flapping! This chap has more interaction and less explanations. It also ends with a crude cliff hanger! Not like someone was about to die or anything but like.... you don't really get to find out what happens next :D
Also, I really don’t know jack about the American high school system… soo I’m going to be BS-ing a lot and molding the school system to suit my conniving mind! OH JOY.
AND Carnage is a name I just came up with as I was writing. If there really is a group called Carnage well… that’s pure coincidence because I’ve never heard of them. And I don't own them if they really exist.

yea so...... disclaimer and all that jazz apply.... happy reading campers!

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Chapter 4

Mandy shut her locker. Today was going to be one of those days. She could feel it in her bones. It was going to be one of those days when she would have to… ugh… socialize.

Some of the new kids didn’t show up yesterday, but they were all definitely present today. Every single one of them definitely had to be here because their hallway was crowded!

‘Translation Home room meeting’ scowled Mandy. She really needed a break from all this. ‘I wonder where that pink chic is.’

“HEY MANDY how’s it going?!” Mandy’s frown darkened, ‘Just when I thought maybe… just maybe I could avoid all this.’ She turned around to face her best friend for more than a decade.

Billy stood smiling at her like she was the best thing in the world.

‘God, I just want to smack that fucking look off his face.’

“Yes Billy?” she asked instead. Her monotone sounded even drier than normal.

Billy faltered a little. Mandy was always grouchy but she seemed more so today. Billy questioned the intelligence of his plan. His need to preserve his life was kicking in. Mandy’s impatience was growing by the second and her face showed as much. He needed to say something… and fast.

“Oh… I… uh,” he stuttered. “I just wanted to know if you were going to the concert tomorrow night.”

Mandy cocked her brow, “Billy, I don’t have any tickets. How in the world am I going to get into a concert without tickets?”

Billy’s smile returned and it seemed to be 100 times brighter. “Well, this is your lucky day!” he announced like some cheesy television show host. Then, he flashed four tickets for the “Carnage” concert in her face

“I got Grim to help me get ‘em. Now, you, Irwin, and I can go.”

Mandy looked from the tickets to Billy’s face and then back at the tickets. “You nitwit there’re four tickets, you have an extra one.”

Billy blinked and stared at the tickets like he had never seen them before. “Well, would you look at that? There are four tickets!” he exclaimed.

“No shit Sherlock,” mumbled Mandy rolling her eyes. Man, Billy was dumb. It’s a wonder how he made it this far.

“Oh yeah now I remember,” Billy smacked his head. “My mom said I had to take Nergal Jr if I wanted to go see the concert so I got him a ticket as well.”

“Carnage, sweet… Are you going to the concert Mandy?” asked Buttercup surprising the blonde. She had spotted the blonde girl as she was getting stuff from her locker and decided now was as good a time as any to talk to her.

Mandy huffed, “Apparently I am.” She tucked her books and began to walk towards the senior class home room.

Buttercup followed. Mandy wasn’t going to loose her that easily. She is the most stubborn Powerpuff after all.

“Man I love them!” she gushed. “I think the lead singer, B-Deranged, is hot!” She was looking for common ground.

Mandy looked at her over her shoulder. ‘Man can’t this fucking green chic take a hint?’

“Well, yeah, I guess. I don’t really notice stuff like that,” she answered noncomitantly.

Buttercup quirked her brow, “What, are you telling me you’re a lesbian?” she tried to stop the smile from breaking loose.

Mandy stopped then and faced Buttercup. “No. I’m just saying I spend most of my time doing other stuff than worshipping fucking rock gods in stupid stage make-up.”

Buttercup really smiled then, she couldn’t help it. Mandy was bloody amusing in her sourly state of mind. “I think you are the only person that can say such an obviously malicious statement and make it sound like you were observing the weather.”

Mandy would’ve smiled at that point, that is if she could. “What’s your name again?” she asked instead.

“It’s Buttercup; Buttercup Utonium.” Buttercup stretched out her hand. “I was made to be the perfect little girl but I got the short end of the stick. My pink sis over there,” Buttercup nudged her head to her right not caring that Blossom wasn’t even there at all. “Is really the perfect one but it’s not like I’m complaining.”

Mandy nodded as the bell went. She ignored Buttercup’s hand and pointed at the door she was standing in front of. “This is our homeroom. This is where you shall meet the rest of our senior class including the newbies like yourself.” Just then somebody walked by them.

He was dressed in knee high steel toed boots, black jeans, and a black body fitting shirt. But his attire wasn’t really what caught their attention though, what snagged it was his long black trench coat. It had so many buckles and chains and belts, it could pass for an over sized straight jacket. He had his hair in spikes with a single lock stretching back in a scythe. He also had on these big glasses. They seemed entirely out of place from his whole look.

Buttercup stared at him, ‘Interesting character.’

Bubbles came up to them then and saw the boy pass. She blinked at his back. “Who is he?” she asked pointing. “And don’t you think someone should tell him it’s not cold enough for a trench coat?”

Mandy cocked her head by way of pointing at the boy, “That was Dib and he never takes off the coat… ever. In the four years of high school, the coat has changed but it has never come off.”

“Oh!” Bubbles and Buttercup exclaimed in unison.

The late bell went and they decided then that maybe they should make their appearance into the classroom.

The class was completely crowded. Buttercup was sure they must have exceeded the maximum person count allowed for the room. Everywhere she looked, there sat or stood a different type of character. She could tell their difference based solely on their attire or hairstyle. She had never seen a classroom so full before, in fact Buttercup was sure they should have had their home room meeting in the auditorium or at least a theatre of some sort. There was almost no room to sit, in fact most students stood against the wall with friends. Suddenly, she felt someone grab her arm in a vice like grip.

“Ouch, Bubbles let go!” Buttercup tried to pry her sister’s hands off.

Blossom was suddenly next to Buttercup and she let out a gasp as she stared at something. ‘Huh? Where did she come from?’ Buttercup shook her head as she chose to ignore that and find out what her sisters were staring at and more importantly what was causing Bubbles to cut the blood supply to her arm.

There seated in the corner, in three different seats sat their worst enemies of all time besides Mojo Jojo. The Rowdyruff Boys were slouched in different positions in their seats staring mutinously at the board.

Butch, who was munching on gum, blew a big bubble. He had on a green tee-shirt that most definitely once had sleeves but were now ripped off to be sleeveless. He wore black baggy jeans and had chains trailing from back to front. The pair of jeans themselves looked pretty beat up and had rips and cuts all over the legs. He had on black sneakers with green stitching. On his neck he had a strap with spikes and on his wrists he had on identical straps. His right middle finger had on a skull ring and embedded in the skull’s open mouth was a green jewel. It might have been an emerald but Buttercup couldn’t tell for sure. Actually, if Buttercup allowed herself to admit it, she would say he didn’t look half bad. She might even go as far as to say… he looked sexy.

Boomer, on the other hand, had on something much neater. He had on a nice long sleeved blue shirt and normal blue baggy jeans with high tops on his feet. He didn’t don on his person as much paraphernalia as Butch had. He had only one chain that hung from his front pocket to his back, the same skull ring but with a blue jewel in the skull’s mouth, and a simply silver chain hanging low on his neck. The chain had the initials RR on them. Buttercup assumed it stood for Rowdyruff.

In between Butch and Boomer sat the king pin himself, Brick. He had on his usual red baseball cap turned to the back and his long hair tied in a ponytail that hung low. He wore a black wife-beater under his red long sleeved over shirt and red baggy jeans that were ripped at the knees. The bottoms of his pants looked frayed and his sneakers looked pretty beat up. He wore a spiked strap on his right wrist and had the exact same ring but with a red jewel instead. His neck was left bare but his jeans had two chains running from both front pockets to his back pockets. He looked neat like Boomer but bad like Butch. He appeared to be the balance between the two extremes kinda like Blossom was between them.

Buttercup and her sisters found seats quickly (which was a miracle in and of itself considering how crowded the classroom was) before the Rowdyruffs could notice them. They weren’t in the mood for any type of confrontation.

“What in the world were they thinking?” ground out Blossom. She was looking slightly panicked. It was pretty obvious she was not pleased… not at all. “They can’t transfer us to the same school as them!”

“I know!” chimed in Bubbles. “We have to like complain to the principal or something. Maybe it was all just a mix up.”

Mandy stared at the Powerpuffs. She was slightly amused by their antics to say the least. “Is there a problem?” she finally asked in a dry tone, her curiosity had gotten the best of her.

“Yes there’s a problem!” Blossom flung her hands in the air in a dramatic gesture. “They are evil, we are good. They are our enemies, we are their enemies. We can’t be in the same school!”

“Oh…” Mandy said finally getting the picture. She was about to say something else when their homeroom teacher floated in.

She looked like a hippie. She had on tie-dye pants, a flowery tee-shirt, and a brown knit vest over the shirt, and on her feet she wore brown sandals. Her brown hair was just as long as, if not longer than, Blossom’s hair and she had a head band with some form of crystal on it. She wore huge bangles on her wrists and no earrings. Her smile was HUGE to say the least. She seemed like she was in a really happy mood on cloud nine, or like she was completely stoned.

“Hello class!” She breathed in a sing-song voice. “For those of you new here, my name is Moonstar and I am your homeroom teacher.” Yeap… definitely stoned.
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