Hello all! It’s me!! (Marion you twits….) Sorry for those of you that thought that I was updating Magical Spirit. I left my notebook at So you get this instead. Enjoy!!

Cloning Mike By RurouniMarion

It was a quiet day after school. The hallways were empty of everyone but a lone boy, Mike, racing to stuff things into his backpack and cursing loudly at his bad luck.

“Great, late again….” he muttered, frantically shoving random papers into his book bag, not caring if they were the right one’s or not.

He paused and ran his fingers through his short brown hair. Now then, did he need his math binder, and was it his English homework he hadn’t finished? He grabbed his Science book and stuffed it in his bag. Ah well, Science, English, same thing.

He kicked his locker shut, and heard a muffled squeal. He really should’ve taken his friend Tyler out of the locker before he slammed it shut. Oh well, Ty’s problem, not his. Mike tore down the hallway and vaulted to the bottom of the stairs, papers fluttering in his wake.

Hope that was my history worksheet, Mike thought as he treaded on a paper. It would have given him a good excuse not to do it.

Little did he know that three girls watched him from the shadows of the band hallway, all with evil grins on their faces.

Cat was the tallest, but her 5ft 5 still meant that she had to look up to Mike, towering over her by 8 inches. (Holy crap, he’s 6 foot! x x Oh, by the way, I can count.) Her hair was dyed blackish brownish. Her eyes were icy bluish, and glinty. (A/N: oooo, shiny!!!) She was the most evilest, if that is even a word, of the 3 girls.

Next came Marion. She was the shrimp, barely passing 5’ in height. Putting it another way, she was short, and planned to stay that way. Anyone who reminded her was immediately called a rip off artist, kicked in the sin, and saw the shorty running away laughing insanely. Which is rather creepy now that I think about it.

Sara was the last of the peeps. She was the exact same age as Marion, but a few inches taller, though Mari would never admit it. She was skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny skinny (three hours later) skinny skinny, with brown/blond hair and blue eyes. Believe it or not, she was the normal one. Or at least as normal as putting a cone on your head and walking around the park at noon on a Wednesday singing Yankee Doodle backwards.

Anyway, the insane duo (I told you, I can count) were crouched, waiting for just the right moment. To attack. Cat was holding a trumbone, Marion had a cup of grapes, and Sara held a shiny rock.

As Mike rounded the corner, something was supposed to be thrown to distract him. Sara chucked the rock. And missed completely. She was aiming for the wall right in front of Mike, but instead hit him on the side of the head. He dropped like…well…a rock. Marion started pelting him with grapes, and Cat whacked him upside the head with a trombone.

“Hey guys! GUYS!” Sara shouted.

“What?!”

“He’s already unconscious.”

Marion and Cat stared at Mike’s limp body.

“Heh….”

“I knew that….”

“Now then,” Sara continued, matter-of-factly. “How are we gonna get him upstairs?”

“Carry him?” Marion suggested. Sara and Cat both picked up Mike’s left leg.

“HEY! I get Mikey’s left leg!”

“No, I do!”

“I saw it first!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Girls, girls, your both being silly. I’ll take his left leg.”

“NO!”

“Meanie.” Sara started to pout. Marion twitched. Not for any particular reason. She just felt like twitching.

“I know!” Cat exclaimed. “We’ll play a game of Destroy-All-The-Fire-Extinguishers-In-The-School! The winner gets Mike’s left leg.”

Sara and Marion agreed immediately. After all, who wouldn’t like a classic game of Destroy-All-The-Fire-Extinguishers-In-The-School? Number one; it’s a fun game. It involves destruction. Number three; it gets rid of fire extinguishers. I mean, who the heck WANTS to put out a fire? Well, teachers and parents and stuff, but they’re not really people, so they don’t count. But what is so bad about fire? It rox my sox!

Marion, Cat, and Sara lined up in the middle of the hallway, right in front of Mike’s sprawled form.

“On my go,” Cat said. “One, two, two and a half, three and a half, fourteen and three quarters…. uh…what’s after that…oh yeah. GO!” The three teens sprinted off in different directions, trying to find extinguishers to be destroyed. The person who had mangled the most at the end of ten minutes was the winner.

Ten minutes later, the scores were counted. Marion got 4, Sara got 3, and Cat got 6. Rather smugly, Cat picked up Mike’s left leg. Sara got his right leg, and Marion got his head and arms (rather sulkily must I add.)

They staggered up the stairs with Mike in tow, only dropping him once, on the stairs. He rolled down, and the girls dragged him back up. They finally entered room number 414 with SIENCEE ROOME, MR WEIGEL printed on a plaque outside the door. They very carefully dumped Mike on the ground, taking his backpack and jacket off when he was down.

“What took you so long?” a familiar voice demanded. It was Mr. Weigel, a geezer in his late 50’s. Talk about time to retire. He had a pig nose, big ears, and REALLY big eyes. The pervert’s (yes, he is a perv) hair was gray and he was slowly going bald.

“Ah, we just played a quick game, no biggie,” Marion responded.

“Fine, but is he ready?”

“Not quite yet.” Cat pried open each of Mike’s eyes and put contact-like things in his eyes.

“…what was that for?” Sara asked.

Cat shrugged. “Donno, but they always do that in sci-fi movies and stuff when they clone people. Sara rolled her eyes, resulting in Cat’s elbow being jammed into her ribs. Sara glared at Cat, Cat glared back. Marion began to twitch again. They burst out laughing.

Mr. Weigel, standing on one foot, was very confused. Then again, he’s always confused.

With that, the three girls picked Mike up (with a slight argument over who got Mike’s left leg.) They crammed him headfirst into a large back microwave sitting at the front of the room, with Mr. Wiggle hovering around them the entire time. Cat shut the door, hit the popcorn button, and stepped back, along with everyone else.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the microwave lit up and started to make a roaring noise. Thick mist gushed out of the machine. Mr. Weigel could be seen through the dense fog, jumping up and down. Well now, that gives you a creepy mental image, doesn’t it?

Suddenly, the noise and flashing lights stopped. As the smoke cleared, Marion, Cat, and Sara could make out three Mike’s laying on the ground.

“Yay! It worked!” Marion danced around the room.

“We cloned Mike! We cloned Mike!” Sara and Cat started chanting.

The Mikes regained consciousness and started to sit up. Marion ran to the one on the far left, Cat chose the one in the middle, and Sara rushed to the clone on the right.

“Are you okay Mike?” they all asked at the same time.

“He’s Mike,” Sara’s Mike said, pointing to Marion’s Mike. “I’m Michael.”

“And I’m Mikey!” Cat’s Mike announced.

The girls looked at each other in horror. It seemed that they had not cloned him, merely split him into his three alter ego’s. The only problem was, they didn’t know which was the perverted one, the moody one, and the normal one.

“HUDDLE!” The girls grouped together with their heads in the middle.

“Okay, who’s who?” Sara asked.

“Donno,” Marion replied.

“I think I know who the perverted one is,” Cat said with a disgusted look on her face.

“Who?”

“The one starring at Sara’s butt.”

Marion and Sar stole a quick glance at the three boys behind them. Sure enough, the one on the right was staring directly at Sara’s butt. When she looked at him, he became very interested in the ceiling, with a look of innocence on his face.

“Great, I’m stuck with Michael, sick-minded, perverted freak that he is….” Sara muttered.

“Yeah, but there’s an upside to that,” Marion replied.

“And that would be?”

“He’s YOURS, not mine.” Sara gave Marion an evil look, which she cheerfully ignored.

“We still have to figure out who the mood swinging alter ego is,” Cat pointed out impatiently.

“Oh yeah.”

“We could always ask,” Sara suggested. And that became the plan.

“So, which one of you is the normal one?” Cat asked.

“Him!” Mike and Mikey replied at the same time, pointing at each other.

“You lying little twit!” Mike shouted.

“You evil hypocrite!”

“Fiend!”

“Fraud!”

“Kitten!”

Mikey started to sob. “You called me a kitten!! Meanie!” He very suddenly became giggly. “YAY!” He skipped around the room, taking out Mr. Weigel, who was had been staring very confused the entire time. Well, that solved that question.

Cat sweatdropped. She did NOT like the idea of the giddy/sarcastic/sobbing Mikey to be the person that she was stuck with.

“HA! I get the normal one!” Marion taunted. Sara and Cat glared bloody murder, and Marion ignored them. “Muahahahahahaha! Take that!”

There was a long silence.

“So, who wants to meet at Cat’s place tomorrow at say…10?”

Five people chorused, “YES!”

THE NEXT DAY, AT CAT’S HOUSE

The doorbell rang. Cat paused the game of Halo she was playing with Marion, Mike, and Mikey. She skipped to the door. It was Sara and Michael, surprise, surprise.

“What took you so long?” Cat screeched.

“Michael didn’t wake up till 9:30,” Sara muttered, pushing passed Cat.

She met Marion, and the two started jumping up and down. Cat started jumping up and down. Mikey jumped up and down. Mike and Michael jumped up and down too.

Mr. Weigel appeared in the middle of the group, and also started jumping up and down. The 6 teens stopped jumping and down, and watched fascinated. They looked at each other, then back at the pervert.

They all started kicking Mr. Weigel.

The End

Well now, is that not weird? That (believe it or not) was based off of a dream. It’s halfway true, I changed a lot of it, cause I didn’t have it good in the original. Ha, but who’s story is it? MINE! MUAHAHAHA!

Tyler: Helloooooooooo? Anybody there? I’m kinda stuck…..Hellooooooo? Ooo, peanut butter!