You were sitting at the kitchen table, peacefully.

Suddenly the door slammed open, jarring you from your quiet state of mind as your body shook from shock and you almost rocketed out of your chair.

You looked up to see G towering over you, a gleam in his eyes as he slammed his hands down on the table, "I have decided that's it's irresponsible to keep you in here with no education, so me and Sans have formulated a plan to send you to high school, you start tomorrow." He said, grinning maliciously.

You immediately straightened yourself and stood, looking him in the eyes, "You've got some balls strutting in here and telling me what to do, Ghost Rider." You challenged, "Staring tomorrow?" You laughed, "This isn't gonna be easy."

He squinted at you, probably trying to figure what you just said meant.

But you brushed past him and out the door, leaving him confused and slightly worried.

Once you were alone in the security of your room, you burst out laughing. G had no idea that your history with school was.......complicated.

2nd Grade: Suspended for two days for breaking a boy's nose when he called a disabled girl a retard.

3rd Grade: Suspended for 3 weeks for covering the principal's office in Spice Girls posters.

4th Grade: Put on cafeteria duty for 2 weeks because you started a massive food fight.

5th Grade: Expelled for attacking a teacher when he spoiled the ending of a TV show .

6th grade: Expelled again (At a different school) for running an black market of candy and soda in the school.

By then your parents took the hint and started homeschooling you....until the fire.

As you sifted through your memories you felt yourself getting more and more worked up, anger fizzling into every part of your being as you remember your parents smiling faces that you would see nevermore, and you cried out as you turned to see your hand connected to what seemed to be a pencil stuck in the wall.

Oh.

You squinted at the pencil, the removed your hand and swiped your book off the nightstand and jumped on your bed, slowly detaching from reality and into Wonderland.

"Hey Opal......why is a pencil jammed into the wall?" Sans said, his sentence starting out as a normal greeting but then turning into one of confusion as he stared at the pencil.

You just glared at the object and said, "Don't ask." Sans nodded and slowly backed out of your room. You threw the book across the room, as you were furious with one of the characters. "Fuck you, Red Queen." you muttered, staring out the window, "How about off with HER head, how about that."

A sudden loud and annoying RING made you stumble, tripping over the book. You growled and raised your phone to your ear, too distracted to check the caller ID.

"Hello, this is Joe's Hoe House, you got the dough we got the hoe, how may I help you?"

Whoever was on the line ignored your fabulous and awesome joke and yelled, "OPAL! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

Oh.
It's him.

Well, took him long enough to call, it's been what, a week? You groaned inwardly and took a deep breath as he continued to scream, "WHERE ARE YOU!?" he yelled.

"In a galaxy far, far, away."

"I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T COME BACK I'LL-"

"You'll what, burn my corpse so my soul can rejoice in hell?"

"CAN YOU STOP WITH THE GOD DAMN REFERENCES, OPAL."

"Making all these references is......elementary, my dear Watson."

"I AM GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND-"

"Gut me like a fish?"

The line clicked. You grinned. Another successful phone call from your ex. You calmly made your way out your door and down the hallway, your footsteps silent.

As you passed the bathroom door, you swung it open and silently made your way to the sink, turning on the faucet and watching the water pile up. The sink reached it's full capacity and you switched the faucet off and slowly but surely,

Dropped your phone into the water.

You heard footsteps coming closer and G poked his head in, to find you watching your phone slowly sink to the bottom of the water. He stood there for a second before saying, "Alright, girlie, I think you've had a little to much alone time." And grabbing your hand, pulling you away from the sink as he drained the water and stared in confusion at your wet phone.

He turned to you and you smiled sweetly, and you could see a slight tint of yellow appear on his cheek bones. You did a little victory dance as he was distracted, checking out your phone to see if it still worked. "Alright, care to explain why you drowned your phone?" He asked, turning to you.

But you were gone.

He let his jaw drop as he immediatly ran out the door, looking down both sides of the hallway. And as he turned to the left, he sees you doing cartwheels down the corridor.

And he smiles.

He hears a loud crash and then a: "Shit! Dude I think I broke your vase!" And he burst out laughing.

*Time skip*
(Honestly this is the stupidest bit but while I was editing I just left it in for no reason)

The most delicious smell that had ever crossed Sans's nose carried him from his room to the kitchen where the smell was the strongest, and as he opened the door, he saw Opal.

Holding two brownies in each hand with another brownie on top of her head, with brownies lining every inch of the kitchen table from top to bottom and left to right.

"First of all, why so many brownies?" He asked, and Opal gave him a 'Bruh' look. "Duh, how else was I supposed to summon the brownie goddess?" She said like it was the most normal thing in the world to try and summon the brownie goddess. "Second of all, how did you even make brownies? We don't have brownie mix." He said, confusion evident in his voice.

"Pshhhh, it's not like I stole brownie mix from our neighbors, whattttt." She said, and Sans's eyes widened but as he moved to speak he was interupted, "Nah I brought brownie mix with me." She replied, taking a bite out of a brownie. "Why the hell would you bring brownie mix with you, especially if you're running away?" Sans asked, an expression of 'Which planet is this girl from' on his face.

"Why the hell would't I bring brownie mix with me?" She answered, and I stopped and thought for a second.

"Touche', Opal, Touche'." Sans said, grabbing a brownie off the table and biting into it.

*Time skip again* (sorry)

You whistled as you waltzed out of your room, and into the kitchen, grabbing the pot of coffee from G just as he was about to pour it and poured it on your own mug, winking as he scowled. "Ready, girlie, today's your first day of high school." He said, giving you a look that said 'Don't fuck this up'

But you were never really one for following rules.

*Howdy! And thanks to the people who commented on whether I should send Opal to school or not, you really helped me out. Comment if you have anything to say, and remember, you just might get laid tonight, so keep your head up!*