Disclaimer: I do not own the Nightmare Before Christmas or Stripling Middle School. I wish I owned Nightmare. I'm glad I don't own Stripling.

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I was sitting in Monday's first period homeroom, known to students as social hour, and known to teachers as Hornet Pride. A complete joke. No one I knew was proud to be a Stripling Hornet. Three of my friends; Brady, A.C., and Krista; were having a whispered argument over whether or not Krista was Emo. She finally had enough and sprayed them both with perfume. They emerged coughing. I giggled hysterically.

"Class, we're going to have six new students." Everyone's heads shot up. Six new students, at once? "And Laura will be in charge of keeping an eye on them." Uh oh. That meant they were trouble makers. But since I was pretty much a teachers pet, I would do my best. "I suppose you could call them foreign." The first walked in, and I had to focus on not dropping all my crappy school stuff in shock.

It was a teenage Jack Skellington. My eyes were the size of full moons. I blinked several times in surprise, but did not stop staring. Oh my God. Jack Skellington, at my school! Next came, who else, Sally Ragdoll. Most people were staring now, because both of them chose seats next to me and my friends. I excitedly watched the door for the next arrivals. Well, the people that came next really 'shocked' me. Okay, bad pun, it was Lock, Shock, and Barrel. I had to keep them out of trouble? These three were trouble makers of the century second only to…oh no. Nonononononononono! Not him! I couldn't keep him out of trouble.

The next and last new student I had to keep out of trouble was the Oogie Boogieman. Let's celebrate. By the way, that was sarcasm. When Oogie walked in all the bullies that sat at the back of the class cheered, so he sat with them. The trick or treaters sat close to the wall across the room from me and my friends. This setup had disaster written all over it. All my fave-and most hated in Oogie's case-Nightmare Before Christmas characters, teenagers in my school. Well, school's only seven hours, I can survive, right?

Wrong.