User blog:A Bunch of Fab People :D/Fandom School - A Multifandom Fanfiction

because the name of the school is so creative :3

This is Hannah (aka Probably Reading) and so this is going to be a fanfiction that anybody can join in on! If you want to be a writer, PM me when I'm on chat and I'll give you the login stuff. I hope a lot of writers on this wiki can join in!

As the title suggests, this is about a school for fanboys and fangirls. Upon their arrival, they will take a test similar to the aptitude test in Divergent. They will be placed in a house based on their main fandom, and life will continue. Everybody who joins will be placed in The Hunger Games house. I do not consider bands and games fandoms, but they will be elective classes.

So yeah :D

Chapter One: The Invite
(written by Hannah/Probably Reading) Hannah Coldwell's POV

I grabbed the mail on my way into the house. As always, there were bills for my parents to pay and magazines. I set the pile of mail on the counter as I walked into my kitchen, and everything fell onto the floor. Thanks, gravity.

As I was collecting my mail, an envelope with a golden seal caught my eye. Either it was a very fancy bill or an invitation. I turned it over to see the front, and my name was written on there in very fancy script. I'm really not old enough to pay bills, so I ran up to my room.

I threw my backpack onto my desk, and tugged off my shoes and scarf. I changed into a Doctor Who shirt and sweats, and put my hair in a messy side braid. Then I carefully opened the letter, careful not to damage the intricate seal that had a book on it, with a music note, a television, and a generic gaming remote on the book.

There were multiple pages. The first page was blank apart from a small bit of text in the center.

''For Hannah Coldwell's eyes only. Please forward this to her address or your local post office if this is the incorrect destination.''

As far as I knew, I was Hannah Coldwell. I turned to the next page.

''Congratulations, Miss Coldwell, for getting accepted into The Fandom School! The Fandom School is an enriching six-year program that takes the place of a normal school year. You can take it starting at age thirteen and graduating at age eighteen. As your first opportunity is coming - well, everybody's, since this is a new school - we would like to inform you of your first-day schedule on August 18th.''

7:00 - 10:00 A.M. - Tours of the school, meet the teachers and other students

10:15 - 11:00 A.M. - Orientation and Assembly

11:00 - 12:00 P.M. - Begin aptitude tests

12:00 - 12:30 P.M. - Lunch (bring your own food or enjoy the free cafeteria food, which is surprisingly good

12:30 - 2:00 P.M. - Finish aptitude tests

2:00 - 3:00 P.M. - Dorms assigned

''3:00 - 6:30 P.M. - Free time. Go outside, read, watch one of your favorite shows, or do other activities.''

6:45 - 7:30 P.M. - Dinner

''7:45 - 8:45 P.M. - Free time. Night activities such as movie night and laser tag are open. Swimming is closed.''

9:00 - 10:00 P.M. - Showers and indoor free time

10:15 P.M. - Lights out.

I shrugged. Even though this was only the first day, it looked fun. It appeared there was swimming and even time to read. Assigned time to read. A full three and a half hours of socializing. This school would be great.

Drinking champagne, made by the angel, my phone rang, showing my mother's name on the Caller ID.

"Did the letter come?" she immediately asked.

"I'm fine, thanks," I mumbled. "Yes, it did! I've only read the introduction and the schedule, so -"

"I'm pulling in to the driveway. Meet me downstairs! Love you!"

"Love you too-" I started, but realized she had hung up. I rolled my eyes and went downstairs.

"Let me see it!" I heard her call. She read the first page faster than I read We Were Liars, and in the same manner. She savored every short moment like I did in E. Lockhart's book.

"Let's read this next page together," I laughed. We read about what to pack and how to get there. A limousine would pick me and my mother up. We would be driven to a place where a personal plane would fly us to the school. From there, the plane would wait until my mom left - which would probably be at ten - and fly my crying parent back. Probably Dad, too.

"Well, let's go pack!" Mom exclaimed.