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F3 - Economics

“Nohoho!” The frog teacher laughed at the economics joke he made. “Before ya continue ta scribble in yer books, do ya kidd’ns have any questions?”

Mr. Nohoho (Business Studies and Economics) Laid-Back and Lenient

And a single hand was raised. “Yes, Miss Harpy?”

“How do you spell that word on the whiteboard, Mr. Nohoho?”

Harpy Anti-Successful Diva Wannabe

“WHAT!?!” “Ugh, you’ve got to be a troll.” “Why couldn’t I have stayed dead?”

Harpy’s classmates, Ess, Raina, and Mummy viscerally exclaimed in that order.

Nohoho quietly shushed them. “Which ‘ne?” He nicely asked.

“Institutions.” Harpy went on, oblivious to the fact her fellow students were annoyed at her. And what annoyed them equally was that Nohoho actually complied.

“You kidd’ns c’n start now if ya like. Now kindly follow mah lead, Miss Harpy. Ah’m not gonna repeat myself.”

“I”

“I”

“N”

After that spelling lesson gave a hearty: “Thank YYYoooOOUuuUu!!~~” And everyone regretted sharing a class with her again. Even Nohoho asked her to kindly stop assaulting his earholes.

And as usual, Harpy failed to pick up any negative implications.

After that, the class was quiet as a class should when everyone is working.

The school bell rang and Nohoho instructed his students to go to the canteen for lunch. Harpy couldn’t wait to catch up with her friend Panotty. She checks on her phone if he had lunch at the same time as her today, if not she’ll meet him at recess.

And he is. Harpy drifted in circle mid-air she’s so glad.

F3 - East Hallway

“How did that ditz make it through last year?” “She better drop out this week.”

Ess and Raina said to each other, not caring if Harpy was in earshot.

Which she wasn’t. She was way ahead of them hovering down the stairs.

F1 - Canteen

Harpy and Panotty met up and at the table for themselves. Away from the other Freshmen and Sophomores.

“And that’s when me and Jaan pranked that Vampire guy with a spoon. Hahahaha.”

Panotty Mischievous Flute Playing Elf

“Heeheehee. Spoon.” Harpy giggled as she munched on some lettuce. “You made another friend. Have you made more?”

“Nah, not really. A lot of them are lame. Most of them just ask to be pranked.”

“Why?”

“I don’t mean it literally, Harp.”

“Oh.”

“There is this living pumpkin in my class. We’re a lot alike. And I can see me being friends with her. But for now, I’m happy with you and Jaan.”

“Jaan’s nice.” Harpy smiled waving at her at the table she’s sitting at. Jaan may not’ve noticed it.

“Who’re your friends, Harp?”

“Everyone is my friend. Everyone loves me.”

Panotty tilted his head. “You sure?” He tried not to say what’s on his mind. Unlike Harpy, Panotty is perfectly aware of their reputations. Both are cataclysmic musicians so to speak. They both play horribly together because they have fun with each other and barely anyone likes them as a result.

“Indeed.” Harpy said chipper-like. “I’m so good they don’t wanna hear me for too long so they can imagine what the rest of my songs sound like. Y’know, just like at the park.”

“Harpy?”

“Yeah, Panotty?” The always bubbly winged-human replied.

Panotty wrinkled his lips. ‘How do I put this nicely as possible for Harp?’ “When I was visiting the mini-theater to show off my flute playing skills I saw a sign next to the window.”

For reference, the sign reads: Stay out, Harpy!! This is Soundproof not Harpy proof!!!!

Harpy puffed her cheeks “Oh, that. It’s not my fault these windows keep exploding while I sing. Everyone keeps blaming for something that happens naturally!”

“…” The forest elf had trouble fishing for the next best thing to say to her. And what came to him may not have been the best course of action. “So… Are you gonna sign up for that Singing Contest?”

Within a second. The angel slams her hands on the table, flapped her butt out of her seat and shouted: “THERE’S A SINGING CONTEST?! HOW LOVELYYYYy yYY YY Yy Y YYY YY Y Yyy y y Y y YY Y Y yY YY y y yYy Y Yy yy y ! !! ! !”

“Harpy found out!” “RUN!” “Prepare your earplugs!” “AAAAAAH!”

Some students left running out of the canteen with or without her lunch. The remaining students with mortal and non-supernatural ears stayed and take Harpy’s giddy singing the best they can, most giving Panotty and Harpy a dirty look.

The supernaturals such as the undead and the mystical (like Panotty and Jaan), didn’t mind. They’re more tolerant of Harpy’s shrill singing oh-god-please-kill-me-now voice.

That is a minority of people in Primp High School. Most people of whatever species here are quite average mortal people.

“Miss?” A voice from behind the counter. Harpy looked behind her.

Z.E.D. (One-Bot Canteen Operator) Caretaker Provides Everyone’s Nutritions

“Yeah?”

“Please, do not cause anymore vocal calamity in the canteen please.”

“What?” Harpy tilted her head.

Panotty stepped up to translate for his featherbrained friend. “He nicely asks if you stop singing.”

“Affirmative.” The canteen bot nodded. That nod was needed for Harpy to understand that word.

“Okay, Mr. Gives-me-food, because you asked nicely.”

“Thank you, the students and my auditory sensors will rest easy now.” And that conversation is over. And everyone went to what they were doing before.

“I keep forgetting to ask.” Panotty spoke to Harpy while pointing to Zed. “Is that a real, self-thinking robot?”

“No, silly ‘Notty.” Harpy and smiling as she ruffled her friend’s head. “That’s just a creature made of steel.” She explained.

“Aha…” ‘I’ll ask Zed.’

Author’s Notes:

HUSK: And that concludes the three debut chapters. We hope you stick around for more.

WARE: As Husynator said, I hope we got your interest because there is a lot more to come.