Requested by Oliaxa 

I'll try to add the ninja in here, but you know.

Probably gonna ease into a writing schedule soon, as school just started for me.

DM'S will be closed throughout school days unless I say so on my announcements board. 

Might take a little break this week, but we'll see!

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PLAY???

YES      NO

Randomizing Setting...

BEACH!

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You walk on the beach with a sparkling new swimsuit! You're so proud of it, but someone comes up to you!

Guy: Hey~ you look fine... *winks suggestively*

You:

Run away?

(-10 courage)

Insult them?

(+10 courage, -5 friendilness)

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Run away-

GAME OVER! You did not gain anything!

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Insult them-

Guy: What did you just call me? *Goes to grab your hand threateningly.* 

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You: 

Punch them?

(+10 courage, -5 friendilness)

Run away?

(-10 courage)

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Punch-

He runs away!

Level up in Courage!

Run away-

GAME OVER! You achieved +20 courage though!

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Also, can y'all review this little sample from my original work? I kinda want to see how y'all like it :) Thanks!

Prologue

Sometimes bad things happen. They're just there, waiting to be released into your life.

Sometimes you accidentally welcome it.

The days leading up to the end of 6th grade were exciting, although Summer Hills hadn't paid any mind to it. How could she pay any attention to regular school, when she could have been lounging around in the School for Priest and Priestesses, learning much cooler things. Not that she'd paid any attention to it.

Speed back. Summer Hills is a priestess, and magic does exist. Not Harry Potter style, but the style you'd expect in a 5th graders diary. In this world, scrunchies are a powerful weapon, which can send you to the Ranch, a parallel universe, which according to NASA shouldn't exist. It's kinda like a prison, where people were just floating there. Okay, Summer should stop right there. If you do pick up this book by any chance, and laugh at its stupidity, Summer Hills can't blame you. This is stupid level stuff here. But if you do, be warned. Magic does exist, but regular adults can't have that power unless they unlocked it in their childhood years.

As Summer Hills got on the bus back home, she received a small warning from an unknown number. She really hadn't paid any attention to it, instead jotting down the number of gods-14. Really, Summer Hills should have paid attention to everything, because she might've noticed the mysterious disappearance of Harumi Nakamura, one of the greatest priestesses ever to live, and had coincidentally been attending her school. Summer also failed to notice her friends, who once had been mere acquaintances, became good friends with her after Harumi Nakamura's disappearance in Aston Junior High.

Summer Hills should have paid attention. But she never did, not even in the slightest. She never did, and as people say, karma's gonna get you.

Oh boy, it did.

Chapter 1

7th grade. The fresh start to another successful school year. Summer hopped off the bus, her brown hair in a high ponytail, brown eyes darting around the school grounds, looking for her group of friends. She smoothed her black leggings and fiddled with her cardigan over a simple purple t-shirt as she grasped her viola tightly.

"SUMMER!!!" A fast barrel of orange hair ran in Summer, and they crashed together, hugging each other tightly. The viola teetered dangerously, but the 2 friends parted before it fell.

"Hey, Ali! How are you-Ow!" Summer yelped as her friend, Ali Smith, punched her in the arm, hard. She rubbed her arm, leaning against the viola case.

"It's Alec now remember?" The short Wasian adjusted his glasses, running his hands through his dyed orange hair, annoyed.

"Oh yeah... hehe." Summer had vaguely remembered when Alec had told Summer that he was transgender and gay. Although she was a full supporter of LGBTQ+, it was hard for her to remember stuff. In fact, she had almost forgotten her viola at home.

"Ugh, anyway, I met this cute dude on Omegle, and now he's adopted me." Alec went rambling on, walking with Summer. They soon reached the other 3 people of the group, Gale Chen, Edmund Zhong, and Savannah Abbasi.

"Hey Summer." Gale greeted.

"Hey, Gale. How's home life?" Summer asked. Gale had a tough home life, in which his parents were quite toxic, and the family was slowly being ripped apart.

"It's fine. I got new glasses." The short Asian pointed to his eyes, which indeed was new glasses, where it framed the entire circle, not just one side. Brown eyes went up to his black hair, which was always messy and unkempt. Gale tried to push it down.

"Anyways, how your summer?" Alec asked.

"My family went back to India, so pretty nice. Also made some meme's which is great." Savannah smiled, adjusting her curly black hair into a ponytail.

"That's cool." Edmund nodded, brown eyes never leaving his computer screen.

"Thanks my dude. Is my makeup on point?" Savannah asked, opening her makeup palette, and studying her brown-skinned face, looking for any errors, brown eyes darting up and down.

"It's perfect Savannah, don't worry." Summer assured.

"I played some Dungeons and Dragons," Edmund spoke, finally looking up at them. He closed his computer, and stood up, slightly towering over the group.

"Anyways, I feel like I need a haircut. What do you guys think?" Edmund asked. Edmund always liked to keep her black hair short, much to their confusion.

"You look fine," Alec said as the bell rang, and they walked into school.

"See you guys at lunch." Summer waved, and everyone parted ways, except for Alec and Summer, since they shared a locker.

"What do you have first?" Alec asked.

"Orchestra..." Summer replied, looking at the schedule.

"Cool. I have Geometry with Ms. Hanne." Alec replied.

"The strictest teacher in the school! I feel sorry for you bro." Summer said.

"Twas' inevitable." Alec shrugged, leaving the locker. Summer shut the locker, taking her instrument and binder, going to the portables. The bell rang again, signaling that Summer Hills was late to class yet again.

"Summer don't close the door!" Jayden Walsh yelled, sprinting quickly toward the door Summer was just about to close. They both walked past the doors, as Jayden readjusted his glasses.

"So, how was your summer?" Summer asked, holding the door open for the Irish boy.

"Same old, same old," Jayden said as they walked into the room.

"Hey, guys!" Summer waved, and some people waved back, while others stared at the pile of scrunchies on the director's podium.

"So, who's going to address the elephant in the room?" Maiara asked, staring at the scrunchie pile.

"No one," Ruby replied forcefully.

"Well, someone's gotta say it." Adaleyza snapped.

"Can't we just solve this civilly?" Jayden sighed, running a hand through his extremely blonde hair.

"Easy for you to say, Walsh." Adaleyza sneered, her brown eyes scanning him. "Seem's like your still the big blonde nerd."

"Well, I hope that you know that your still a plastic." Jayden fired back. "If you weren't brown-eyed and brown-haired, you'd fit right in the blonde squad."

"Can we stop?" Ruby asked. "Everyone's looking at you." Ruby's green eyes snapped back attention, whipping her brown hair at the speed of light when the door opened.

"What's up 7th-grade losers." Kevin walked in, dramatically "flipping" his short black hair.

"Better than you I hope." Maiara fired back, the young native of India pleased with her insult.

"Please, you guys don't even know how to insult people. Pathetic." Kevin, the only 8th-grader in our class plopped down on his chair, before starting an animated conversation with his stand partner.

"Uh, is no one going to speak the fact that Ms. Miyake is not here?" Ruby added.

"She might be late. I mean, if she doesn't come in the next." Adaleyza looked up to the clock. "10 minutes, we can go and have a free period."

"That'd be a miracle. Ms. Miyake is never late." Jayden replies.

"I mean, it would be nice." Summer reasons and a murmur of agreements were heard throughout the class.

"How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore..." Ruby starts singing, being the theater girl she is.

"And a Scotsman dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean-" Summer continued.

"Shut up! I can't stand this waiting!" Adaleyza groaned, pacing around the room. "What's going on? Why is half the class missing?"

"Half the class is missing?" Summer asked, perplexed.

"You didn't notice?!? Look around!" Adaleyza snapped.

"Look around, look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right now..." Ruby sang quietly.

"Well, I don't think you'll have to wait for long," Maiara said, pointing at the clock, which was a second away from ticking to 9:15. Once it did, the student s jumped up eagerly, running towards the door, but the PA crackled to life.

"Please sit down." A masculine voice said. We obeyed them, sitting down on our chairs, impatiently waiting for the reply.

"They gotta be kidding us right?" Adaleyza muttered.

"Welcome, welcome to the 1st annual Scrunchie Wars! Do not fret, we have this covered. It's quite easy. In each classroom, there's a pile of scrunchies. What you want to do is throw the scrunchie, while T-Posing, and the person it hits, will be sent to the Ranch, a place where all rules of space and time are irrelevant, and you will be trapped there forever. Floating around aimlessly." This time, a cheery, more feminine voice spoke, and we look at each other uncertainly. This was not good. Maybe I should have listened to all of the lectures in school.

"To win Scrunchie Wars is simple. Be the last one standing. Our team will find you, and you will be called the winner of the games, and win riches and fame beyond your imagination. Lose, however, and you might be stuck in a different realm forever." The masculine voice took over again.

"The games will start when the clock strikes 9:30. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor!" The feminine voice cheered. "Totally not a Hunger Games reference, because this is definitely not the Hunger Games! Buh-bye!" The room plunged in chaos, and Summer could swear she heard the door open and see Kevin Huang walking out of the door, but when she looked back, there was nothing.

"So. It's just a silly game. Nothing to worry about." Jayden rolled his eyes. "Magic doesn't exist."

"Well, we'll have the answer to that soon," Ruby said, as the clock ticked from 9:29 to 9:30.