I'm bored, tired, and it's really late at night. But I had this idea and it was too awesome to pass up. Basically, Mar, Mir, and Thalia pass notes in class. Thalia's 'handwriting' will be in italics, Mir's in bold, and Mar's normal print, but I'll still but their initials in front of their notes (Mar's will be MP for March Pathway because Mir also starts with 'M'). So, enjoy this random creation from my tired brain.
T: I'm bored.
MP: Thalia, you're always bored.
M: She's right.
T: Shut up Freddy.
T: FINE THEN.
MP: Teehee....Freddy's funny.
M: Shut up Mar.
MP: I am going to choose to ignore that statement and ask a question that we're all dying to know the answer to. Thalia, why are you chewing on a plastic spoon?
T: Beats me.
M: *sighs* Silly wolf girl.....
T: [insert colorful swearing here]
MP: The teacher's coming over here....*smacks Thalia with her fry pan*
T: OWWWWWWWWWWW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?
MP: Oh, nothing really.
M: And now we have a warning from our teacher and an angry Thalia.
T: FLUFFY, I WILL BASH YOU WITH MY SPOON, DO YOU HEAR ME?
MP: Who's Fluffy?
MP: Ah, gee, thanks Mir.
M: You're welcome.
MP: That was sarcasm.
M: I know.
T: You have been warned, Fluffy.
MP: You need a nickname, Thal. You're the only one without one.
M: No, she has one. Wolf girl.
MP: But, but...YOU, Mir, are Freddy, and I'm apparently Fluffy....Thalia needs on that starts with F!
T: No, that's really okay.
MP: How about.....Feathers?
T: OH GOD NO
T: Feathers was the name of my imaginary friend as a child. It was a griffin.
M: We'll think of another one. Don't worry, Thal.
T: I hate you. I hate you ALL.
MP: I love you too, Miss Fluffaluffagus.
MP: Why nottttt.....?
T: Call me that and die.
M: I think it's too close to Mar's nickname anyway.
MP: True, true.
T: Cool story, bro.
M: The bell will ring soon. See y'all in study hall!
MP: We'll probably get in trouble for passing notes there, too.
T: Not probably. Definitely. (Since when does Mir say 'y'all'....?)
M: SINCE YOUR FACE!
T: GET OFF MY LAWN!
MP: BOTH OF YOU! GET OFF MY LLAMA FARM!
MP: I kill you with a fry pan.
T: OH LOOK THE BELL! I have maths now, bye! Have fun dying by fry pan, Freddy!
MP: Hmm....Thalia ran off with a Mir running after her, yelling. So I'm writing to myself.....interesting, very interesting.....
Yeah. Excuse the crappy writing. It's 11:00 p.m. and I've had a looooonnngggg day.
Should it be continued? If so, I'll need to think of a nickname for Thalia...