A/N: I watched The Last Jedi today! (Even though it came out weeks ago. 😂) I think it's the longest Star Wars movie I've ever watched. No, cross that. It's the longest movie out of EVERY movie I watched in the past. OMG, my mind's legit BUZZING with ships I hope will sail in the ninth episode, and they BETTER include ReyLo, my SW OTP. Or, if that doesn't work, then maybe KyLux. I know my mind's pretty weird since most of my OTPs haven't sailed in my favorite fandoms and franchises. It's sad. 😔 Now, I'm sorry I've been rambling so much. Let's get straight into the story PRONTO!

- Tsunami's POV -

It kinda sucked that Starflight and I didn't have the same schedule. Now we couldn't pick on each other, or make smart-mouth comments about other students with him or anything like that. Whatever. There's been one single subject that's kept me from being too upset ever since the bus rolled onto the school's parking lot, and that subject began with a letter 'G' and ended with a letter 'Y'.

The wheels of Glory's sparkly mint green Ferrari made little crunching noises as she sassily sped onto the driveway. Just when my biggest dream of Miss Popular colliding with the sidewalk and breaking her car was about to come true, Glory hit the petal with a loud screeching sound, and the Ferrari stopped.

A huge crowd of mindless fans bustled over to greet their queen, shouting stupid, excited screams of, "Hi Glory!", "I love ya Glory!", "You're awesome, Glory!", or-here's the worst one- "Hot outfit there, Glory!"

Please. That so-called dress she had on was just PLEADING for a teacher to come over and suspend Glory from school for wearing such an inappropriate thing. Then all her fangirls would weep drastically for their beautiful celebrity, and plead with the teacher to suspend them as well, but of course THAT wouldn't happen.

"Hi guys," Glory smiled sweetly and waved to them. "It's nice to see you again, I guess, and I can't wait to start school again. Now, if you all will move so I can get through ..."

People have asked me to stop hating on Glory for being popular. Ha, I don't care about her popularity. All I care is that she backstabbed me and treated me like trash before just for the clothes I wore, and that I wasn't rich like her. Glory's also bullied other people too, but some of those victims are now among her loyalest followers.

Glory also has a sister called Kinkajou, who's the same age as her, but not nearly as famous. I'm fine with Kinkajou; she's pretty nice and energetic, and treats everyone else the way she wants to be treated. We've even plotted a hotdog eating prank together on a food lover named Clay in third grade.

"I've got just the perfect thing for that snake," Peril smirked, linking arms with me. Her other hand was occupied.

I looked at her. "The water bucket one?" I asked. "Yeah, that'll do the trick. C'mon, let's get to her locker."

Luckily our homeroom was right next to the hall with Glory's locker. It took an agonizing ten minutes for the green-haired girl to get there, probably because she was recovering from tripping over fans and telling them that no, she would not marry them. Poor fans.

We watched as a thoughtless Glory, chatting away on her cellphone, slowly turned her combination, picked the lock, and then swung open the door when-

"Excuse me, my fair maiden, allow me to save you from some dumb prank a fool set up!" Deathbringer heroically untied Peril's bucket from Glory's locker, a dashing look in his eyes as he presented the bucket to her as if she wanted it as a prize.

It was tremendously hard for Peril and I to keep from leaping out of our chairs while ignoring the confused cries of our teacher, and strangle that daunting smirk from Deathbringer's face in front of his girlfriend. 

"Um ... are you okay?" a purple-and-white-haired teenager asked, confused. 

"What does it look like, squid brain?" I snapped. "Mr. Prince Charming just HAD to leap up there and stop Glory from-"

"Squid brain," Riptide interrupted, grinning. "That's a new one. I was just planning to buy a couple fish and crabs from the pet store after school, and hide 'em in my brother Turtle's bed today."

A couple tables away, a green-eyed boy turned around and shot Riptide an knowing glance.

"Whoops, I guess not then." he sighed. "I was planning to give my subscribers a nice video to watch."

"Wait, you have a YouTube channel?" I asked. "I do too."

"Really? What do you do?"

"A mix of gaming, vlogging, and just completely random stuff." I grinned. "What about you?"

"Um, vlogging and reacting to things, but most of all I film myself pranking Turtle." Riptide answered. "The pranks are usually the ones with the most likes."

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!! went the bell. I picked up my stuff and woke up Peril, who had fallen asleep during my chat with Riptide.

When I got to the cafeteria for lunch, the lunch line had been blocked up by Glory and her worshippers. Groaning, I headed all the way to the back, where I tapped a girl on her shoulder.

"Why are you waiting in the line when you already have a lunch?" I asked, and gestured to the lunchbox in her hand.

She sniffed regally. "It doesn't matter," she snapped. "I won't be eating until Her Majesty gets her own lunch safely, and then we'll be eating together, but not with losers like you." The girl shoved me stiffly. "You're stupid and weird anyway."

"Excuse me?" I retorted, heat rising up to my face. "Stop thinking that I'm a mirror and talking to yourself. People will think you've gone delusional, which I'm surprised has taken this long for them to figure out, loser."  With that, I mimicked her little sniff, and dramatically shoved her off to the side.

"Is there a problem, Icicle?" Glory turned around. "What's happening?"

Stumbling back to her original spot with her wobbly heels, Icicle crossed her arms. "This idiot here is trying to insult my loyalty as a follower to you, ma'am."

"Oh dear, was that the case, ma'am?"  I snorted at Glory. "I'm so sorry your followers are such dim-witted dummies. I'd advise you to get some new ones, with free shipping on Amazon. I heard that they're the stupidest, most fake models yet. They'd make this one over here-" I seized Icicle's arm. "-go to shame."

"Shut up, Tsunami." Glory snarled. "Or else."

"Or else what?" I grinned.

"Or else I'll sic Deathbringer on you."

"That lovestruck bodyguard of yours, Glory? How weak; you can't even defeat your worst enemy by yourself."

"Go, Tsunami." Glory crossed her arms.

"What?"

"You're holding up the lunch line." With a push, Glory sent me in front of her and the rest of her lovers. 

Blushing, I looked at the lunch lady. "What were the options again?"

Whatever, I still won this battle.

When I got home, my little sister Auklet tackled me in a huge hug. She was in kindergarten, but her first day of school was in two days. Lucky her. 

"Did you kill the witch?" she asked, short green pigtails swinging. For a little kid like her, Auklet had a pretty dark mind. Mom's a bit scared for her future, but what can I say? Like older sister, like younger sister. 

"Uh, yeah. Glory is defeated for today." I laughed.

"What have you done to her?" My other sister, Anemone, sighed shaking her head. "I always thought there was something about those bedtime stories you kept telling us, about you murdering your arch enemy."

Cackling, I went upstairs to my room. 

"She's crazy," I heard Anemone mumble.