Plushie Chronicles

This is a story collection of a plushie, but it's not what you think! Read to find more!

This goes in a downward motion, so the most recent post is at the bottom.

My earliest memory. For some weird reason, it is floating down a river. I can't swim, I don't know how to. I don't seem to know anything.

I drift down a waterfall and near a castle. There, a large bunny sees me and picks me up, screaming.

I should be the one screaming. But I don't. She takes me upstairs and introduces me to a large racoon, who seems to be the headmaster of this place.

He says my name is Mary Elizabeth Ann, or Mary. I am apparently at the "Boarding School for Young Children." Mr. Racoon also explained that there are rules, and my potential "role" in their community.

He then took me upstairs to meet the other kids. Did I almost hear him say "test subjects?" Hmm.
A purple rhino named Sara met me, and we instantly became friends. There is also a cute tiger named  Ben. We went to bed, Sara is my "bed buddy", and Ben is right across from me.

Sara told me that the teachers have secret meetings downstairs, but is always caught when she tries to listen. So this time, I sneak and listen.

Ms. Bunny was whispering something about "she knows" and stuff like that. "She" would most likely be me, but I know about what? But there is something a little fishy about this place.
The next day, classes began. First was with Mr. Raccoon. I noticed he was careful to keep three kids close to him. Those were the "bad kids," Sara whispered.

Then came lunch.

It seemed like everyone was crammed at one table. Well, the "bad kids" had a table to themselves, and Ben asked if he could sit with us, since the other table is so crowded. I agreed, and I admit I stammered a bit.
Then was Phantom class. May I say: Worst. Class. Ever.

It's basically a teacher yakking his head off, then asks someone to volunteer for something. Of course the bad kids volunteer.
A couple days like this, and Mrs. Bunny comes in for an announcement. We are getting new students. 2, in fact.

And this time I am determined to find out what happens to them, and in theory what happened to everyone here. That night I overhear one of the teacher's strange conversations. 

I know the "bad kids have a camera, and I will hide it where I first remember. Hopefully while Mr. Wolf is yakking his head off, I can get a few pics in. I'm sure everyone thought I was crazy, but it paid off. While we were watching the teacher play a game...

I was gathering info about what happened to us all.

Mr. Raccoon was entering a forget serum into the students, and dropping them into the lake! I knew the teachers were acting, and that there's something fishy about this place!

As you can tell, later that night I retrieved the camera.