"We, The Trendy People Of Woodstock..."

An epic tale told by Natalie "Woody Woodpecker, The Rice Girl, NATO, Nataleadlie, Natil-o, Nat, Hey Person" Wood
Natalie happily hopped out of the bright yellow bus as they stopped at her school. It was quiet, as usual, since no one was ever outside besides teachers and the like. Adorn in her usual, baggy jeans that hung around her everyday black shoes that had rainbow shoelaces and a black dragon shirt, and of course an oxford shirt over that, she waited for Daphne to finally make her way through the sea of people on the bus and pop out of the door. Today, things were somehow different. Something smelt funny, and this time it wasn't the smelly kid on the bus. Actually, it wasn't a smell, no. It was a ting of something not right weaving through the mass of kids.

"Hey!," Natalie chirped to Daphne. In return, Daphne nodded. Something was distant about the young girl. They made their way into the cafeteria, where everyone was kept until the first bell rang. Everyone was so quiet.. yet they looked so loud. They stared angrily at eachother for some reason.

Suddenly, someone screamed..then there were more shrills of insane laughter. Soon, the mass herd of kids sitting in their seats were now a carpet of Tommy Hilfiger, Nike, Polo, Gap, and Old Navy with bleach blonde hair; they were beating eachother into the ground!

"Give me that shirt!," screamed a girl as she vigerously pulled at another girl's shirt that was from the Gap.

"Give me yours'!," shrieked the other.

Natalie simply stared at the two girls. "They look exactly the same..," she whispered to herself.

Then, like a miracle, Mrs. Bieser, the principal, ran intside, and in a desperate attempt to stop the chaos, she pulled a large TV into the cafeteria with "Titanic" running on it.

Suddenly, everyone stopped exactly what they were doing..and they all began singing along with Celine Dion..