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Part 2 of Alternia High
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Published:
2014-04-28
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2014-11-19
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6/?
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Highschool Is a Horrorterror

Notes:

i wrote 'Meowrail High' first. this is happening at the same time as that story. this will continue with the rest of the series.

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Rose looked over the teacup at Kanay pointedly. She watched as her girlfriend instruct the new Home Ec teacher on how to use the sewing machines that the school had provided.

They both wore dresses that Kanaya had created from her own imagination, so if anyone was qualified it was her.

“Yes, Rose?” She asked without looking up.

“Our Mr. Egbert is having difficulties.” His machine had jammed and he took to comically shaking the device in a vain attempt at a repair.

“Oh, my word. Allow me to assist.” Kanaya said, hurrying towards Mr. Egbert.

“I must go to the restroom. I’ll be back before classes start, Mr. Egbert.” She assured the teacher. She and Kanaya, being seniors who had passed most of their needed classes, had most periods either free or as teacher aides. They assisted Mr. Egbert for first period.

Kanaya nodded slightly and Rose put her teacup down and strode out. She stepped over a torn bag outside the door, slightly curious but her need to attend the restroom was larger than her interest.

Outside the restroom there were two bickering girls. One wearing blacked out glasses, the other glasses the whole school knew were unnecessary.

“Picking on the disabled again, Vriska?” Rose asked. She “Another lowerclassmen as well? At least you waited for this one to reach high school i guess.”

The seeming aggressor turned away from her prey. “Oh, what a pleasure. Hello again, Rose. I was wondering how long i could manage to stay away from your girlfriend-stealing ass this year.”

“Oh, of course, i stole her. I broke into the home of your loveless relationship and threw Kanaya over my shoulder, sneaking out into the night. Reminiscing is great and all, but i need to use the facilities your oversized hips are blocking.”