Fan fiction is rife with cliches, and the Teen Titans fandom is no exception. Before, we looked at Realization, a story where Raven gets inexplicably raped by Slade and somehow falls in love with Robin. Rape is basically a staple of the fan fiction community, and it is almost never handled well; Realization was no exception. It was a textbook example of a trite, overused writing cliche.
This story is in a similar vein, in that it also relies upon a cliched storytelling device: the alternate universe where all the characters are high school students!
Normal Teenage Life was once one of the most read and reviewed stories in the entire Teen Titans section of ff.net. In its heyday--circa 2004-2005--it had well over five hundred reviews, each one praising the inanity of a story wherein superheroes are robbed of everything that made them interesting and turned into mere shadows of what they once were, whining and complaining incessantly about how horrible they have it as privileged, prep school kids who want for nothing.
But this particular story has a gimmick--most of its chapters are "normal" retellings of episodes from the series, taking the extraordinary situations that the cast found themselves in and making them plain, trite and, well, ordinary. Needless to say, Normal Teenage Life lives up to its name completely--it's an in-depth look at the daily lives of a bunch of whiny shits who do nothing for twenty-nine chapters.
A REPOST OF NTL, ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED In 2004!
Back when it was excusably bad! Unfortunately, it, unlike its writer, has not appreciated in value. *sigh*
Normal Teenage Life
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Original Japanese Title: Welcome to Jefferson High!!! The Contrivance of New Arrivals!
Robin: Dick Grayson (And this one is right!)
To his eternal chagrin
Starfire: Kori Anderson (Okay, so her real name is Koriand'r... I changed it a little)
Well, you and every other teen hack who's ever gotten a Word-capable laptop, watched an episode of Teen Titans, then went to school the following day and was struck with sudden inspiration.
Raven: Raven Sabel (Raven's her real name right? I know that Sabel isn't her last name though...but it sounds like a good one)
Be neat if it were spelled correctly.
SABLE: Makes sense.
SABEL: Sounds pseudo-French and gay.
Cyborg: Victor Stone (This name is exact)
Bumblebee: Betty Klein (Don't know her real name...but you'll see later why I chose this one)
Because of her fascination with men's underwear.
Speedy: Roy Harper (Miraculously, this is his real name)
Terra: (Well, her name is just Terra. She has no last name. Or a past for that matter...YET)
Whizzed THAT one right down your leg, didn'cha sweetheart?
Blackfire: Mandy Anderson (Okay, fine, so her real name is Korimand'r...but Mandy was the closest I could get).
The unfortunately-named Mandy Anderson, everybody! Aside from the delicious, rhyming nature of her name, she is no doubt subject to countless Barry Manilow jokes.
Kitten: Camile Railson (Obviously not real.)
Railson=Son of Rails. Camile obviously comes from a noble lineage of boxcar-hoppers.
Jinx: Jill Stevens (Don't know the real name...)
And I suppose looking it up would be completely out of the question. Not that I mind, since this opens up a large can of potential Jill Sandwich jokes.
Gizmo: Zach Cabot (Same as above)
Mammoth: Max Hughs (Don't know the real name...)
"Let's get it started in here, Let's get it started in here-ALRIGHT IT'S MORNING NOW AND TIME FOR EVERYONE TO GET UP AND LISTEN TO SOME MUSIC! THIS HAS BEEN DJ-"
ALRIGHT IT'S ONLY THE FIRST ACTUAL SENTENCE OF THE STORY AND ALREADY I HATE IT AND WANT TO VIOLENTLY ASSAULT AND DESTROY IT!
Raven woke up to the popular radio station and turned off her alarm, where the digital clock showed the time being 7:00 AM.
"Dammet...I hate Thursdays...God it's too early to get up."
That's...an awfully random day to hate.
"Come Raven! You must awake so we can get ready!" A perky voice said.
"Kori, go away..."
"But even Terra is up! We will be late for class!"
Not that I mind, but the last couple of stories I've read have made a habit of implying that Terra is the absolute ditziest, laziest and least-intelligent human being on the planet. Seriously, and I thought they gave Beast Boy a hard time.
"What are you talking about? It's 7 in the morning."
"Uh..no it's not Raven! You were supposed to change your clock foward last night, remember? And besides, it's Friday! Not Thursday!" The blonde girl Kori had called Terra said.
Raven: A Friday?! Dammit! If there're two things I hate more than Thursdays, it's Fridays and that worthless maggot-cunted hag Terra!
"WHAT?" Raven said as she bolted up and ran into the bathroom. Kori and Terra heard her ranting on about 'stupid day light savings time' and 'stupid alarm clocks.'
Raven Sabel was one of the 250 kids who attended Jefferson Co-Ed Boarding school. She was of medium-height with purple hair (she had dyed it ages ago) and violet eyes. Her skin was pale. She was considered a goth, because she wore a lot of black, very quiet, and was always reading, except her five best friends, who knew her better than that.
2day she wuz wreaing a goffik blak t-shit, goffik blak genes and a thong dat sed simple plan on da butt (if u wnat 2 c massage me ill tell u)
She was only there because according to her mother, 'it would be good for her'. She hadn't seen her father in years.
Uh-oh, I smell a teenage girl self-insertion angst-Sue!
"We must leave in 15 minutes to be in time for breakfast!" Kori called.
Kori: Commandant will be most cross with us if we are tardy again, and I've no desire to reacquaint my tender virgin posterior with Sergeant Spanky the Ass-Paddle.
Kori Anderson also attended Jefferson Co-Ed Boarding school. She was stuck there, because she was an orphan.
Because as everybody knows, orphans are always extremely wealthy, and can afford to live at expensive prep schools. Why, haven't you read Harry Potter?
Her parents had been killed two years ago in an accident she didn't like to speak of.
This should allow the author to avoid writing a backstory for her until she's come up with one. Let's wait and see how this turns out!
She was a little on the tall side, with long red hair and green eyes. To most, she was thought of as 'weird', because she spoke differently.
That, and she liked to stick her tongue in people's ears to check for Yeerks.
She grew up somewhere in the Middle East, and although she had no accent, she still insisted upon speaking her way. She was rather positive most of the time.
Oh hey! Kori is Naomi Hunter!
"Should I wear the brown boots or the black loafers?" Terra asked to Kori.
"I believe that the brown boots would go better than your loafers." She answered. "Raven you should really hurry up!"
There's nothing I love reading about more than teenage girls going about their morning routines, discussing what outfits they're going to wear and what shoes go better with their thigh-high stockings, and can you still see the cumstains on this blouse...
"I'm coming!" She said. "Stupid early mornings..."
"I hate early mornings too ya know!" Terra yelled through the bathroom door.
Terra was rather small, had big blue eyes and blonde hair. She loved the outdoors. No one knew much about her past, but they all knew that she wasn't stuck there.
She had a DeLorean!
She knew a ton about rocks, and would probably be some sort of geologist. If Raven could be possibly be considered the 'negetive' one and Kori the 'positive' one, than Terra would probably be descibed as just about in the middle of the two extremes. But remember, I said possibly. Not definitely. Possibly. Remember that.
Hey, fuck you third-person omniscient narrator! You can't tell me what to do! I control my own fate! Fact of the matter is, I control yours too, so shut your incorporeal piehole or I'm going to edit this story and turn it into a slasher! And no, I do not mean that two men are going to start packing fudge, I mean that heads are going to roll, limbs are going to fall and you are going to regret EVER fucking with me! You got that, third-person omniscient narrator?!
"OMG I just forgot!" Terra said.
"What is it?" Raven asked as ran out of the bathroom. 'I'll put my make-up on later.' She thought.
Raven: Right after I carve a Glasgow smile into Terra for actually pronouncing "OMG." Dumb whore.
"We were supposed to meet the guys before breakfast! I needed the English homework!"
"Then we should leave now and perhaps we could catch them in time!" Kori said optimistically.
I'm going to be relying on My Immortal for my jokes. More often than usual, it seems.
"Victor, did you get a date for the dance tomorrow night?" Garfield asked.
"Tomorrow night? The dance is tonight!" Victor said.
"Damment! Do you have a date?"
"Nah...none of the girls here are my type...
"You know...none o'them have a penis."
What about you?"
"ME? No way. I don't do that whole date thing." He lied.
Garfield feigns asexuality, so that nobody looks beneath the hood and sees his crippling self-image problem. Also, he smells like Orson Welles' rectum. Makes it hard to find potential dates.
"And what about you Dick? You asked Kori yet?"
"Why would I do that? She's my best friend, not my girlfriend you dolt." Dick replied.
Oh. It's one of these stories. *sigh* I suppose I should start rooting for the alpha couple now, pretending to be caught up in all those forced "will-they-won't-they" moments and then squeal like a fangirl when, yes, they finally do.
"Su-ure it's that way."
"God dammet girls take forever!" Garfield said.
"They should have been here 10 minutes ago!" Victor Stone said indicating the dining hall entrance they were standing near.
Victor Stone is such an insufferably patronizing douchebag that he feels he needs to point out to his friends that "here" means "the location that I am presently standing in and gesticulating at madly like an irate Italian butcher.
"Look there they are!" Dick said.
Dick Grayson was around the same height as Kori Anderson (okay, fine, so I made him a bit taller. so sue me. Wait, strike that, don't sue me...fine...I'll put the disclaimer up! JUST DON'T SUE ME!),
What did I say? What did I say?! Better pay closer attention next time, hon, because I'm not cutting you so much slack the next time you pull some shit like that!
with black hair spiked up every morning. His eyes were icy blue. He was semi-popular, despite the fact that he played no sports what so ever.
As anybody knows, you'll never be popular amongst your peers in high school unless you play sports. Dick Grayson is the exception to that rule, bless his soul.
His parents, also like Kori's, were dead. He had an adoptive father though.
Victor Stone was an unnaturally tall
The nitro-boost and oil slick combination gave him an unfortunate setback, however.
No one knew much about his mother, but they had met his father when he came earlier in the year to inform Victor of something. He had been unnaturally quiet after that visit...
They later discovered that it was because Raven had slashed his throat and extracted his larynx as an offering to Satan.
See that, bitch?! And there's plenty more where that came from!!!
But aside from that, he is very loud, especially when playing video games.
He cussed up a blue streak to put the entire Navy to shame during a marathon run of The Conduit.
Garfield Logan, or more commonly known as Gar, was a short somewhat shrimpy kid. He had medium tone skin, with dark hair and green eyes. He wasn't really good at anything yet.
Everything he tried just left him a little bit more broken...
Aside from Terra, the group knew the least about his family. He was a typical class-clown, and made jokes constantly.
Bad jokes--some of them involving refrigerators and Prince Albert in a can--but it's the effort that counts.
Like Kori, he was stuck here until something better came along.
"(huff huff) Sorry we're late." Terra said as she, Raven, and Kori ran toward the three boys.
"Bitchcunt here got a little sore over me pouring a cup of my own urine into her mouth while she was asleep," Raven snorted, jerking her thumb at a beet-read Terra.
"What have you been doing?" Victor asked.
"I forgot to change my clock last night." Raven answered.
"Smart move." Garfield answered.
"So do you have the homework?" Terra asked Garfield.
"Yeah I've got it."
"Homework," of course, being code for their weekly shipment of Codeine syrup. Some lucky bastards are gonna be grippin' and sippin' tonight!
"Is that not cheating?" Kori asked.
"It's just homework. No one'll ever know." Terra said.
Besides Jesus. And boy howdy, Terra, it is not possible for him to hate you any more than he (and, by extension, this story) does now.
"C'mon guys, breakfast is starting."
"Er...I'll be there in a minute." Raven said as she turned the other way.
Curiously, it's the binging and not the purging that Raven's uncomfortable with.
"Okay, but you'd better come back in a few minutes or you won't get any breakfast!" Gar yelled after her.
"That's like, the stupidest thing I've ever heard of. What's up with that whole breakfast rule?" Terra said.
"What if you wake up at 8:30? Then you'd miss the 8:15 deadline and be hungry all day."
Then wake up before 8:15, you lazy assholes! It's not that fucking difficult! Children all across America--nay, all around the world--do it on the daily just to get to school, and you're whining because you have to do it to enjoy fresh-cooked breakfast?!
Fucking privileged-ass...bunch of Holden Caulfields, that's what you all are.
"Stupid principal..." Victor mumbled as he piled bacon and eggs on to his plate.
"I AM OUTRAGED THAT THE PRINCIPAL MAKES ME WAKE UP AT SEVEN IN THE MORNING SO THAT I CAN GET A SUMPTUOUS BANQUET OF EGGS AND BACON DAMN THAT SON OF A BITCH WHY I OUGHT TO GET MY DADDY TO SUE HIM OUT OF BOTH HIS HOUSEKEEPERS AND HIS MOTOR POOL LOLOOOLLLOLLLOOOLLLLLOOL"
"DUDE! How can you EAT THAT STUFF? IT'S been like, a LIVING thing." Garfield complained.
Actually, the eggs were never technically alive, unless Garfield takes "pro-life" to a whole new crazy-ass level...
"Gar, we go through this every day. You're a vegan, and Vic's a carnivore. Must you guys argue every day?" Dick said.
"But it's living creature."
It's not; in point of fact, it's dead. Very dead. Tasty, too.
"I need the protein. We're facing Washington on Sunday and I hear they're killer." Victor said.
"You have NO idea." Terra said as the group sat down at a table.
It's a grave disservice to the name of the father of our country if something named after him doesn't kick ass seven thousand ways from next Sunday.
"What are you talking about?"
"I used to go there, remember? They're quarterback, is nicknamed Mammoth because he's so huge."
Wouldn't a teenager with a hyper-berserk pituitary gland be better suited as a lineman?
"I see you losers are sitting at our table." A voice said from behind Kori. It was Camile Railson, also called Kitten because of all the cat fights she got into.
Chilling. She'd probably go down in six seconds flat if she ever picked a fight with a girl who actually knew how to...you know, fight.
She, her boyfriend Kyle, and their group of friends made up the most feared group in all of school. Also known as the popular group.
"Since when has this been your table?" Raven asked (she had returned from wherever she had been by now).
That had better be fucking essential to the plot, Narrator, or it's my foot in your ass!
"Since we wanted it." Mandy Anderson said. She was Kori's older (only by a year) sister, but they both like to pretend that they weren't related.
"There are like, three tables left in the caf, just pick another one." Victor said.
"Look tough guy, we want this table and we're gonna take this table." A boy named Johnny R. said.
He was backed up by his friends, Sid V. and Jerry G.
"Friends, let us move, I do not want to cause any trouble." Kori said gentley.
"Course you don't you freak." Camile said.
"Leave her out of this." Dick said. "We'll move."
And just like that, the testicles of everybody in a ten-foot radius shrunk six sizes.
"God they hate us. What did we ever do to them?" Gar said as they moved their seats.
"Kori, we're gonna be late for gym class and you know how Jameson hates it when we're late." Raven said.
Poor Jonah lost his job at the Daily Bugle and now he's a second-rate gym teacher in a bad AU fanfic.
"Yeah, and I've got English." Terra said.
"Yeah, the homework could have been worse. It was only three paragraphs." Gar said.
Three paragraphs? Where the hell is Gamer-E?! We need to get him all up in this bitch to complain, dammit!
"I thought that it was three pages." Kori asked.
"THREE PAGES! GAR I'M GONNA BE DEAD!" Terra yelled.
"It was three pages for everyone in our class remember? Your class gets different homework." Dick said.
Ahh, the joys of being in Remedial English for the Differently-Abled.
"That's good for Gar cuz I think Terra would have killed him." Victor said as he pointed to the quivering Garfield.
"Aw..is widdle Garfield afraid of the big bad Terra?" Terra mocked, trying to mantain a straight face, but burst out laughing, along with everyone. Expect Raven of course, but she just smirked and muttered 'Pitiful'.
I don't see what's so pitiful about that, since you all collectively shat yourselves after being threatened by a gang lead by somebody called "Kitten." Anything else just kind of pales by comparison.
"Uh..no I always sit like this." He said sitting up straight.
"Kori come on!" Raven said as she got up.
"Yes Raven, I do not wish to be late again." Kori said as she too got up.
"Uh..Kori wait!" Dick said.
Dick said. Kori shrugged and ran off after Raven.
"The point of doing that was?" Terra asked.
"You were going to ask her weren't you?" Vic asked.
Figures. Doesn't have the stones to stand up to a bully named fucking Kitten,, doesn't have the stones to ask the impressionable teenage bombshell to go to the Chastity Ball, or whatever the hell prep school assholes go to.
"Gar, come on, we've gotta get to English, you know that she'll kill us if we're late..." Terra said as she and Gar got up.
"God I love having first period off...but as I was saying...so you were gonna ask Kori to the dance weren't you?" Vic said.
"That's none of your business."
"Yes it is."
"No it isn't."
Vic: Son, I'm the fuckin' bookee. Your life is literally my business.
"Before we go outside, we've got a new student." Ms. Jameson said.
"I knew I should have brought my coat...I'll freeze." Raven muttered to Kori.
"Did I not remind you that we had gym today?" Kori asked.
Even in cold weather, I don't see what wearing a heavy coat would do in gym class.
"No, you didn't. Who do you suppose this new kid is? Probably another clone of Kitten or Mandy." Raven commented.
The Les Enfantes Terrible project hit a snag after Big Boss left the Patriots, so they had to settle for cloning whatever shortbus bitch was available
"Her name is Betty Klein, and she's a transfer student from the East Coast." Ms. Jameson announced to the class.
"I'd prefer if you'd just call me Bee."
"It's what I'm covered in, after all. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!"
Bee stepped through the gym doors, almost on cue. Bee seemed to be a little taller than Kori, (which was pretty tall). She was
"God she looks like such a jerk."
Oh, Anonymous Racist, you card--don't ever change!
"Okay class we're going outside." Ms. Jameson said as the class got up and started walking out of the gym.
Bee was instantly approached by Camile, Kyle, Mandy and Johnny.
"So new student huh?" Kyle said.
"Uhh..yeah. Or were you not listening?" Bee answered.
"Look. We're the most popular group in school. And we think you'd make a good addition to our group." Camile said.
Camile: Those NAACP bastards have been hounding us for months. Having you around'd finally get them off our backs.
"With you freaks? No way."
"We're the most popular group in school. If we want someone in our group, they're in. Got it?" Johnny said.
...So they're the ultra-inclusive...exclusive group.
"No way. I don't have to join your dumb 'group' if I don't want to. I don't listen to anyone but myself." She said.
"She does look like one doesn't she?" Camile said as her 'group' went off snickering.
Betty's a little bit too black and two-handed to be a bumblebee, don't you think you short-bus bitch?!
Not to steal a line from Shmeckie, but come the hell on...!
"Stupid jerks." Bee muttered.
"Ya think?" Raven asked as she walked up.
"What? Another bunch of jerks trying to use me?"
Well, it's either be used by the losers, be used by the giant-ass losers, or be used by the Patriots. It's kind of a no-win scenario.
"We are just trying to be friendly." Kori said.
"Sorry bout that. Considering my first encounter of people in this school were complete power-hungry jerks, I didn't know people on the west coast could be nice to new kids."
Ah, defying the stereotype of the East Coast prep school, are we? Well, good look, story that was written in abject ignorance of how any region besides Long Island operates, because I am going to be watching you like a motherfuckin' HAWK.
"So do you like football?" Kori asked.
"Like it? It's one of my fave sports!" She said.
"Well good, cuz that's what we're playing. You can be on our team." Raven said as they reached the football field.
Raven: I, uh, I hope you know how to play, because we mostly just run around in circles while the other team plows us up and down the field.
In English class, the Mrs. Matler was starting their unit on poetry. Or more so, trying to remember her lesson plan.
Mrs. Matler's senility is clearly becoming a problem, impairing her ability to teach more and more as the years drag on...
"Let's see...was that thing we were going to go over? Was it poetry? Or maybe it was short stories?" She fumbled through her desk. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Yes, come in."
The door opened and in stepped two people.
Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold! They're back from the grave and even wussier than before!
The principal stepped in followed by a medium height woman with dark curly hair and brown eyes hidden by glasses.
"Mrs. Matler? I'd like to see you outside." The principal, Mr. Wilson said.
"What? But I was just going to start-" She answered.
"That's all very nice, but you're needed in the office."
Mr. Wilson: That Dennis boy keeps getting into my important files, and you're the only one who can reason with him!
"Yes...but who will teach the class? And who is this nice woman standing by you?"
"This is Mrs. Katz. She'll teach the class for now."
"Well alright then..." Mrs. Matler said as she walked out the door.
"I bet the old bat's gonna get fired." Gar whispered to Terra.
A sudden gunshot sent Gar's breakfast straight through his colon and mashed against his underwear, as he realized the unsettling truth of Mr. Wilson pulling Mrs. Matler from the class.
"That would be nice. Then maybe we'd actually get something done for a change." Terra whispered back and smirked.
"So you're teacher said that you're starting a unit on poetry? Okay, first off, I want you to all write a poem." Mrs. Katz said.
"But I thought that you were supposed to teach us poetry." Terra called out.
"I want to see what you guys know." She answered.
Shouldn't take long.
"Stupid boring ol' poetry..." She muttered as she started scribbing some rhyming lines about nature in her language arts section of her binder.
In Dick, Victor, and Gar's room, Dick and Victor were argueing over whether or not Dick should ask Kori to the dance.
Dick: I'm sorry, Vic, but I just don't feel that way about you! And no, I don't care that our nicknames rhyme; we are NEVER getting together!
"All I'm sayin is that if you like her, ask her!" Victor said.
"Who says that I-" Dick started to say, but was interrupted as the door swung open. In stepped a guy a little taller than Dick, with red hair and green eyes.
"A lot of people," he fumed, "have been making fun of gingers, and that's not cool! Gingers have souls! I go to Church! I'm a Christian! You can't judge me! You're not God--whoooooo!"
"Who are you?" Victor asked.
"You didn't know that you were getting a new roommate?" The guy asked.
"We had to sometime, I mean we do have that extra bed." Victor whispered to Dick.
"So what's your name?" Dick asked.
"Roy Harper. I was the star of the track team at my old school though, so my friends call me Speedy." He said.
He suddenly cracked up. "Nah, I'm kidding--it's because of my drug habit. That crap about the track team's a cover story."
"Actually, I prefer Speedy to my real name."
"Where'd ya come from?" Victor asked.
"New York." Speedy answered.
"Need help unpacking?"
"That would be nice."
"So what do class do you have?"
What do class do you--who the hell is talking?
"Well, I have first period off, but for second period normally I've got Social Studies, but they're giving me extra time to unpack."
A principal that feeds his students a full breakfast spread AND is generous enough to give them time off from class to settle in?! What a monster!
"We have that same class. Don't worry about unpacking. Doesn't matter if we miss Dalato's class." Dick said.
Domo arigato, Mr. Dalato...
"Again." Victor said with a grin.
"You cut class often?"
"Only as long as I can stay on the football team." Victor answered. Speedy looked at him in question.
"He's the quarterback." Dick explained.
And thus is absolved of all other responsibilities in life.
"Hey who's the other guy who's supposed to be here? I heard that there was three people in here."
"Oh Garfield's the other guy. He's in English now though. Our scheduales are demented."
"So any hot girls around here?" Speedy asked.
"Well, they're's Kori Anderson..." Victor said.
"Victor..." Dick said warningly.
But he totally doesn't like her, guys.
"Who's Kori Anderson?" Speedy asked.
"Dick's best friend...also known as the girl who he likes but the guy's a chicken when it comes to asking her out." Victor explained.
"OH...so I take it she's off-limits?"
"Does anything interesting ever happen here?"
Occasionally, we get to find out who's talking during any given sentence, but otherwise, not really, no.
"You have no idea." Dick said.
"Dude, have you seen our principal? Mr. Wilson is like pure evil." Victor said.
Have I already filled my sarcasm quota? If so, then let me restate that Mr. Wilson sounds like the nicest, most accommodating administrator ever, and that these kids are full of crap.
"In what way so?"
"How many classes do you think we'll have to skip to explain your personal issues with the guy?" Victor teased Dick.
"About 3 or 4." Dick said with a grin.
Glad to see all that tuition is going somewhere important, kids!
"So you'd better start explaining." Speedy said.
"Raven, has anyone asked you to the dance?" Kori asked as they walked out of the gym.
This might come too late, since it's near the end of the mock and all, but these scene transitions are giving me fuckin' whiplash...
"Dance? What dance?" Bee asked.
"The Fall Dance is tonight."
"Ooh. So Kori have you gotten any invites?" Bee asked.
"Sure. She's got plenty. But she's waiting for one from Dick." Raven explained.
"RAVEN!" Kori yelled.
Quick, Kori! Gouge her eyes out and gag her with them; it's the only way she'll learn!
"Who's Dick?" Bee asked
"Her best friend." Raven explained.
"RAVEN!" Kori repeated.
"Who she secretly likes." Raven said with a smirk.
"You do have an evil mind." Kori asked in defeat.
Nah. Raven's just kind of a bitch.
"When I want to." Raven said, still smirking.
"So what's your next class Bee?" Kori asked, changing the subject.
"I've got Language Arts." Bee replied.
Oh, just say English, you pissant.
"What do you have next?"
"Language Arts, you know, English."
"Then why do you call it Language Arts?" Raven asked.
"Where I'm from in New York, that's what they call English class."
'Course, where she's from in New York, they call black people things that I can't repeat on here, so it's probably best that we refrain from using her vernacular.
"Oh..I've got French class." Kori answered.
"Spanish." Raven said.
"Damn! Maybe your friend Terra you were telling me about will be in it." Bee said.
Wha--that's it? That's the end?! No postscript? No teenage girl bullshittery as a bookend?!
This is the best fucking fanfic ever!