TWO: Weird School Rules stories? [please read the announcement if you're taking part]

Just thought we could use a separate thread for this. xD So, who definitely wants to write a short story for this in TwigBook? And maybe you could post some weird rules, too, so we can have ideas. I\'ll list the rules up front and strike them off when someone says they\'ll write a story on them, and then I\'ll add you up front when you say you want to write one.

(And I may only allow a certain number of people to do this, like ten or so, since we don\'t want an overload. xD But we\'ll see.)

10/18 - Guys, the deadline was yesterday. I\'ll give those of you writing these one extra day to get your stories sent in, but this is the last chance. If it doesn\'t happen today, we\'re going to have to put the project on hold until we publish another TwigBook.

Rules:

• You can only do peace signs with your fingers facing forward; otherwise, it\'s a gang symbol.
  
• Thanks to a student who had the back of their neck snapped by a rubber band and started crying, no rubber bands are allowed. Students with rubber bands have to hand them over to their teachers or they\'ll get punished, but nobody knows what to do about those with rubber bands on their braces.
  Taken by Jesus4Eternity.
  
• White-out is not allowed.
  
• If anyone has holes in their jeans, duct tape will be used as patches.
  Taken by Merry312.
  
• Because some students were having a peanut fight, distracting the bus driver, whole peanuts were banned from the school.
  [i]Taken by LuckyPenny666.
  
• Balloons are not allowed as they set off the fire alarm.

Participants:

• shadowsowner888
  
• Merry312
  
• Arianna
  
• Ratty?
  
• Jesus4Eternity
  
• Webkinz-lover#1
  
• LuckyPenny666

Italicized - Story choice pending.

Stories Written:
[quote=\"Arianna\"]“Get to the front of the class now, young lady!” Mrs. Heath\'s thick voice rang out from the front of the class. Was she talking to me?
One of my friends cast me a glare. Yes, she was talking to me. “Yes, Mrs. Heath.” I got up from my seat, making sure that it made a screeching sound when I got up.
I walked to the front of the classroom. All eyes were on me. I could hear someone giggling at the front of the class.
“You are aware of our school rules, are you, Lillian?” She already had an intern report on her desk and was filling it out – what had I done?
“Yes, Mrs. Heath.” Stupid cow, I thought in my head, but obviously didn\'t add out loud.
She finished filling out the intern report. She handed it to me. I glanced at it, then read what it said in the violation field. “Clothes policy.” How descriptive, I thought, then shrugged. Getting in to trouble would get me out of class.
“Report to the director right now, Lillian.” She looked at me sternly and I began to go towards the door. On the way out, I looked back at my friends. They cast me sympathetic glances and my best friend shrugged, struggling to find what was wrong with my clothes.
I walked down the hallway as slow as I wanted to – which was pretty slow. It was quiet and I listened to my shoes squeak on the floor.
I crumpled the note in my hand as I got to the directors office. I knocked twice. I then waited, and waited, and waited. Our director must have been a busy woman.
Her secretary opened the door. “Oh.” He didn\'t look very pleased that I was there, and I wasn\'t even the biggest troublemaker in the school. “Come in, Lillian.”
He then looked down at the intern report in my hand. “We\'ve been bad, have we?” He didn\'t seem surprised, though. “Well, go on to Director McLean.”
I entered her study. It smelt horrible, and I tried to not breath, though I don\'t think that made her more understanding of my situation.
“Hello, Lillian.” Director McLean was sitting behind her desk, reading a book. Or at least, she had been reading a book.
“Hello, Director McLean,” I said, handing her the intern report.
“Ah,” she said. “Stand up, Lillian, please.” I did so. She got up from her desk and looked at me. “Do you notice anything about your outfit which may be deemed as \'not suitable\', Lillian?” she asked me.
I shook my head, trying to remember the rules, and failing.
Director McLean walked over to her desk and found a ruler. She bent over and put it near my sock. “Lillian, you do notice that your socks are ankle socks, and they do not reach zero point five centimeters above your shoes, do you?” The teachers at my school were so test oriented, everything they said had to be phrased in questions.
“Um, yeah?” I still didn\'t understand what this was about.
Director McLean pulled out a book from her bookshelf. The book of school rules. Stupid and unnecessary rules, nevertheless.
“Look at this, Lillian.” She pointed towards number 12.3.1 – Socks must reach over 0.5 centimeters from the top of shoes.
“What?” I raised my eyebrows. When had that ever been there?
“Do not talk back to me, young lady.” Director McLean walked over to a cardboard box. She pulled out two knee-high socks from it. “Put these on,” she said, proceeding to sign my report.
I eyed her suspiciously, hoping it was just a joke. When she didn\'t say anything for a few seconds, I noticed she was serious. I changed into the big socks, then got back into my shoes.
She handed me the intern report. “Here you go, Lillian. Your homeroom teacher should receive this back, signed by both of your parents, tomorrow.”
I began to walk out of the room. “Lillian, those socks are confiscated.” I almost laughed, but restrained myself, putting my socks into her hand, then walking out of the room.[/quote]
[quote=\"LuckyPenny666]Mr. Nutters sat at his award-filled office desk, muttering the first 200 digits of pi to himself as he vacantly stared out the window. His vice-principal sat across from him with a clipboard in his lap, rambling about dilemmas in the school.
\"Headmaster, you need to pay attention,\" the vice-principal exclaimed harshly.
“Oh, right. Sorry,” Mr. Nutters replied. He crossed his legs, causing the large white rabbit head on one of his fuzzy, bright pink slippers to brush his leg. ”Would you care for a peanut butter cracker?”
“Not now,” the vice principal said, annoyed. “Anyways, I don’t know what to do about the peanut fight in the lunch room yesterday. We can’t ban the peanuts here; after all, this is Peanut Grove High, and our mascot is the peanut…”
“But Mr. Nutters wasn’t paying attention. He was too busy staring out the window, at the students playing soccer on the field. His fuzzy bunny slippers continued to bother him. Silly rabbits, he thought.
“The only solution that I can think of is to put all of the students in straightjackets –“
“MWAHAHAHAHA,” Mr. Nutters shouted. He grabbed a wooden mallet off of an award and started hammering the poor, innocent bunnies on his slippers.
“Umm…Mr. Nutters, why are you playing Whack-A-Mole with your slippers?”
“Silly…rabbits,” he said between blows. The headmaster continued to hit them until he hammered his big toe. “OWWWW!”
“Mr. Nutters, you need to be more careful next time.” The vice-principal glanced at the clock, and exclaimed, “Mr. Nutters, you better change into your peanut costume straight away! You’re going to be late for the basketball game!”
Hopping on one foot, Mr. Nutters headed towards the bathroom, where his peanut mascot costume lay. Besides the fact that his toe was still throbbing, and it took him thirty minutes to get the zipper from his costume unstuck from his underwear, everything went as smoothly as peanut butter.
Mr. Nutters hobbled out of the bathroom towards orange school bus parked in front of the school building.
He entered the bus, where fifty kids sat, cheering, laughing, and cat-calling. All of the kids were sporting tie-dyed or burnt orange “Peanut Grove High” t-shirts or basketball jerseys, clutching bags of shelled peanuts.
As the bus drove on to the street, two of the students began arguing, shoving peanut butter crackers in each other’s faces. They then ripped open the flimsy plastic peanut bags and started throwing whole peanuts at each other. The rest of the students on the bus went wild, and a full-fledged peanut war began.
All fifty teenagers and Mr. Nutters began tossing peanuts across the bus. Some grazed the bus driver’s arm, causing the bus driver to swerve a bit. One girl aimed a fistful of peanuts at Mr. Nutters, and they bounced off of his face. One peanut, however, got stuck up his left nostril. As he was trying to remove it, another peanut came flying towards him, and went up his other nostril. Once they arrived at their destination, the fight broke up, and Mr. Nutters was taken into an ambulance. The paramedics were unable to remove the peanuts, so, to this day, Mr. Nutters has moldy peanuts sticking out of his nose.[/quote]

Allison Smith wrote:The meanest teacher in school stepped up to the podium in the corner of the cafeteria and announced, "From here on, books are not allowed in the lunch room, for your lovable, amazing teacher..." She paused. "That would be me, was injured because of them." Fake tears rolled down her cheeks. The students laughed, enjoying her pain. "Shut up!" she bellowed. And everyone was silent.
The words that teacher, Ms. Overunder, had said were engraved in every student's head. Students showed her their empty hands as they ran into the lunch room, trying to get as far away from her as possible.
Except for one girl.
They call her Rebellious Rachel for a reason. She, well, rebels. Often.
This day, she decided to rebel against this rule, and brought every book in her locker to the lunch room, and laid them on the floor so if any teacher walked by, they would fall. The students stared at her, shocked.
Even though she was Rebellious Rachel, no one had ever dreamed of standing up to Ms. Overunder.
Ms. Overunder walked near her and pushed Rachel's head down into her food. She looked up with sandwich and pudding on her face, smiling. "Is that the best you can do?"
The teacher grabbed her by her elbow and pulled her into the school's freezer. Rachel grabbed tables, trying to get away, but strong Ms. O could pull the table and Rachel. Rachel looked up, surprised, tired, and let herself be dragged. She couldn't do anything.
She was shoved into the freezer, and watched as the door was shut behind her. "Goodbye!" Ms. Overunder chirped. Rachel cried to the frozen bacon and chicken way past their expiration date. She knew she couldn't live in the freezer for long.
She waited an entire day in the freezer, trying to savor the food that was on her face, when the door opened. She ran toward it, but another child was shoved in.
Blake Ryan. He was a former actor on the show with the dancing purple dinosaur, and every girl loved him.
"What did you do?" Rachel asked.
Blake stammered, "I accidently brought one book into the cafeteria and put it on the table, and she stuffed me into this thing." He shivered.
He came toward her and kissed her out of nowhere.
Maybe this rule wasn't too bad after all.

Lesse, weird school rules... hmm... dunno if this would work, but we're only allowed to do peace signs (y'know, v-shaped hand formation) with the rest of our fingers facing forward. Otherwise it's a "gang sign".

I'll do it! And I will try to think of some weird school rules.

I'll do it, too! Umm, a weird school rule. I really don't know But I'll ask my friends, I'm sure they'll have some ideas.

Nice, Ratty. xD I'll add that to the front! And do you want me to put you down as a participant?

Adding ya guys, Merry and Ari!

Awesome Thanks, Shad!

Hmm... IDK. If I think of an idea for a story with one of the rules, yeah, but until then I'll be a "maybe".

All right. xD

I wanna join! xD

Ooh, I have one! I'd like to join.

We aren't allowed to have rubber bands in school. No rubber bands what so ever, not even in your hair. Someone got the back of their neck snapped by a rubber band so they made it a rule, no more rubber bands. They also said, if you rubber bands right now, hand them into your teachers! Anyone caught with a rubber band will be punished. xDD They still don't know what they're gonna do about people who have to change rubber bands on their braces. x3

Oh, we aren't allowed to have white out. xD IDK if that is weird or not.

Jesus4Eternity wrote:I wanna join! xD

Webkinz-lover#1 wrote:Ooh, I have one! I'd like to join.

We aren't allowed to have rubber bands in school. No rubber bands what so ever, not even in your hair. Someone got the back of their neck snapped by a rubber band so they made it a rule, no more rubber bands. They also said, if you rubber bands right now, hand them into your teachers! Anyone caught with a rubber band will be punished. xDD They still don't know what they're gonna do about people who have to change rubber bands on their braces. x3

merry312 wrote:Oh, we aren't allowed to have white out. xD IDK if that is weird or not.

Adding! I like the in-depthness of that one WL, lol.

xD I'll consider that weird, Merry!!

By "snapped" do you mean their neck was literally broken or it just hit the back of their neck?

Next year we won't be allowed to have holes in our jeans. If we do they put duck tape over the holes. xD

That's what I'm wondering, Ratty. xD

I feel sorry for you guys, Merry. xD

No, just left a little bruise thing on the back of his neck, but he was a 6th grader and a rather whiny one, so he, of course started bawling so they made it a rule. No more rubber bands. xDD

*whispers* Whiner-baby.

*cough* Whiner! *cough* I am so inconspicuous. XD

Sure you are. x3

Need a cough drop? *hands WL cough drop*

Thanks! x3 I needed that.

shadowsowner888 wrote:That's what I'm wondering, Ratty. xD

I feel sorry for you guys, Merry. xD

Haha! Yeah, we were talking about it and we were like "The Administration is starting to get destructive because duct tape just makes the holes worse." xD

Very true.

Can I write the rubber band one?

Sure!! I'll cross it off and put your name under it.