So, I got this idea from a blog and Rockie's story put me in the mood to write it! I swear I'm not copying Rockie this is my own idea! So, I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it isn't spot on but this is how I imagne it would be if we really did have a class together! It would own. Just saying.
Sorry if I didn't mention you! I wanted to make it much longer but I wanted to keep it short as well!
Was written in 20 minutes ^_^
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The YWS classroom.
Irish ran down the street, the wind blowing at her and the music playing in her ipod giving her a skip in her step. She was so excited she could hardly stand it!
YWS had been buzzing with this news for months now. Everyone was as ecstatic and as nervous as she was.
The young writer came to a large ornate black gate which opened up to a wide walkway. Irish eagerly opened it and walked down the path, coming to a giant brick building.
“Hey!” She heard someone shout from behind her. “Are you coming for the literature class?”
She turned around and took one earphone from her ear, heart skipping. Was this a fellow writer? Well duh, it had to be, only YWS members had enrolled.
A girl stood at the bottom of the stairs, a laptop tucked underneath her arm. Irish peered at her, she looked familiar. “I’m sorry have I met you before?”
The girl hopped up the steps and shrugged. “Maybe. You’re from YWS right?” Irish quickly nodded.
“Sure am!”
The girl frowned. “What’s your user?”
Irish grinned. “Irishfire. You?”
The girl’s face suddenly brightened and she smiled widely. “Irish! Its me! Gsp!”
Irish laughed and hugged Gspy tightly. “I’m so excited you came!” She exclaimed. Gsp nodded.
“I am too! I can’t belie-“Suddenly another voice cut in.
“Where are you?!”
Gsp sighed and turned around. “Over here Skye!”
Irish paled. “S-Skye is here?”
Gsp frowned and nodded. “Yeah…she enrolled too.”
Irish frowned. “You know they won’t let her in here with guns right?”
She nodded. “I know.”
Irish nodded. Suddenly another girl joined them. She peered at Irish and Irish fought the urge to squirm under her gaze.
“You’re Rabby aren’t you?” Skye said slowly.
Irish swallowed and nodded. Skye narrowed her eyes at her and said nothing. Irish waited for awhile, then sighed.
“We should probably get inside.” She said. The two of them nodded. Irish held the door opened and took a deep breath. Hopefully Skye hadn’t had any Redbull yet…
Soon, they heard hundreds upon hundreds of voices coming from one room. They took their chances and went into it, coming into a giant auditorium. Irish blinked, Gsp frowned and nodded, Skye checked to see if she had enough ammo.
Someone ran up to them. “Hi!”
Irish smiled at them. “Hi! This the seminar?”
They nodded and held out a hand. “I’m Aqua.”
Irish beamed. “Aqua!” She snuggleglomped her. “Its me Irish!”
Aqua laughed and glomped Irish. “Irish! Awesome to meet you!”
Gsp grinned. “I’m Gsppcrocks.”
Skye said nothing but just stared at the ceiling. Irish didn’t want to know what she was planning…
Aqua nodded at Skye slowly and turned to them. “Its so awesome meeting everyone! I haven’t seen Nate yet though…I hope he didn’t get lost.”
Irish chuckled. “Nate doesn’t get lost. He’s Nate.”
Aqua nodded. “That’s true.”
Suddenly, Irish’s ipod got to the Flyleaf song on her playlist and someone suddenly yelled.
“I hear Flyleaf!” The person yelled. Moments later, Irish was rammed on her side. She stumbled and was caught by a strong hand. She blinked. “Thanks.”
The guy who had rammed her nodded. “You’re playing Flyleaf. I love you. Who are you?”
Irish blinked again and peered at the guy. “James?! Is that you?”
The guy frowned. “No… I’m Timmy.”
Irish’s eyes grew wide. “Timmeh!” She hugged him. “Its me, Irish!”
Mr. Knightley laughed and hugged her, silently putting in the earphone that wasn’t in her ear. He hummed to the music while grinning smugly.
Irish laughed and turned to Aqua. “Is everyone here?”
Aqua nodded. “Everyone accept Nate.”
Irish nodded. She couldn’t wait to see everyone!
Her eyes grew wide as she heard a male British accent in the distance. She turned and saw who it was. She recognized him from the video’s he’d shared on his blog.
“Oh. My. God. BEN!” Irish ran for him, Mr. trailing her, unwilling to let go of the Flyleaf.
She tackled him. “Ben! I friendly love you!” Ben laughed.
“Irish! Nice to see you!” Irish laughed. She was so obvious.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed in the auditorium. Ben frowned. “It must be starting.” Irish nodded and went over to find her seat, Mr. Knightley was still following her. Irish whipped around.
“Timmy, go sit down.”
He frowned and took the earphone out. “I’ll be back.” And he leaped off into the distance.
She filed into a row near the back and sat next to a girl, earphones pulled into her laptop. Irish grinned. “Hi.”
The girl took one earphone out, and smiled. “Hi,”
Irish turned off her ipod and slipped it into her sweatshirt pocket. She faintly heard the music from the girl’s laptop. She chuckled. “Hi Ranger.”
Ranger blinked. “How did you know it was me!” Irish turned to her. “Transylvania. It’s your telltale finder. It makes it easy for your McSkillet buddy to find you!”
Ranger laughed. “Irish!”
Irish and Ranger continued to talk until Gsp and Skye filed in and sat next to her, then the four of them talked. Irish sighed. Social communication…it felt weird.
Suddenly, the room began to hush, and everyone was silent.
“Good evening young writers of the Young Writer’s Society!” A voice echoed through the auditorium.
Everyone began to cheer and clap. “I love you YWS!” Someone screamed.
Ranger laughed. “Bolt,” she shook her head.
Irish laughed and opened her laptop, reading for this seminar. She quickly flipped her bangs away from her face and made ready.
“Are you ready to learn about literature?” The voice echoed again.
Everyone cheered. Someone else screamed. “Learning is for winners!”
Irish chuckled. “Let me guess, Silent?”
Ranger nodded.
“Then get ready people of the Internet! For your teacher on this beautiful day that we all will be spending indoors learning and on computers…Nate Caldwell!”
Suddenly the entire room was on its feet, screaming and clapping. Irish included.
In one giant beautiful chorus the entire room screamed. “I love you Nate!”
Everyone broke out into laughter and continued to cheer. Nate walked out on stage and smiled. “Hello my minions!”
A girl stood up. “Technically, they’re my minions.”
Irish smiled. “All hail Snoink!” She shouted. Half the room bowed to her.
Nate nodded. “True. Hello my young writers! Glad you could all attend my seminar! Are we ready to learn?”
Another girl stood up. “Heck yeah!” Kamas.
And so the lesson proceeded. It was the funnest class Irish had ever been in!
They learned about literary terms and famous poets and the like, and all the while joking and screaming and having a good time whilst doing so.
At the end, Nate divided the room into continents and Canada and put them all head to head in trivia. Canada wound up winning over America by one point which almost caused Kamas and Mr. to get into a cat fight, but it was quickly resolved with Irish took out her ipod and began to play Flyleaf.
Once the seminar was done, the entire crew went to T.G.I Friday’s. They took up the entire restaurant!
Irish sat with Gsp, Ranger, Ben, Nutty (Shadow), Nate, and Skye. Everyone was else was running around chasing each other or, like poor Snoink, on the floor from sugar high…she just couldn’t resist ordering milkshakes…
Irish frowned as she cut up her burger; she hated her braces for putting her through all that stupid hassle. She sighed. “Awesome class Nate.”
Nate laughed. “You’ve said that at least eight times now.”
She grinned. “And I shall commence to continue.”
Gsp frowned and put an arm on Irish’s shoulder. “Irish I’m worried. Skye went into the bathroom twenty minutes ago.”
Irish frowned. “You don't suppose it’s because she fell in, do you?”
Gsp shook her head. “I don't think we’re that lucky.”
Suddenly, a scream tore through the restaurant and Skye burst out of the bathroom with her machine gun in one hand and a Redbull in the other; Ripples was at her feet.
Irish screamed and hid behind Gsp at the sight of Ripples. Skye ran through the restaurant screaming and shooting the ceiling. No one really seem phased accept for the staff.
Poor staff, Irish mused, didn’t know what they let into their restaurant.
She looked over to see someone bending down to pet Ripples.
“I wouldn’t do that Rocky.” Irish told LittlePetRock.
She looked up at Irish. “Why? He’s so cute!”
Irish frowned. “Trust me he’s vicious.” She frowned and backed away from the little dog.
Skye ran over and aimed her gun at the glass windows. Twitching, she shot the windows.
Someone jumped in front of her with a blue machine gun. “Ha!” Gabriel (Aspiring) laughed. “Taste my epic blue fury!” He and Skye began to shoot the restaurant into Swiss cheese.
Irish nodded. She was glad Gabe was able to get away from the town he so obviously hated with every fiber of his being.
And that’s how the night went. All members of YWS were banned from Friday’s and Gabe and Skye eventually had to be given shots to put them to sleep.
As Irish walked home, she smiled. Everyone on YWS was just as funny and spectacular and crazy and strange as they were online. And you know what? She couldn’t have been happier.
I love you guys.
Love – Irish.
I LOVED IT!!!! This story deserves caps!!! (I secretly love using caps shh!) It was totally funny!! I loved it when you said all YWS-ers were banned from Friday's! Which I find weird cuz I've never been to Friday's... It must've been fun getting kicked out of it!! It be awesome if you wrote more! And: WHY CAN'T ALL SEMENARS BE LIKE THAT?!?!?!? 
Loved it!!!! Great job Irish!!! 
