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I'll be adding more content to this story every week on Friday, and will most likely add a chapter format to make referencing easier- whenever I stop being lazy, that is. Enjoy.

 

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This story is dedicated to the love of my internet life, Shervinz ???

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PART I: FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

 

 

            Thank god that I don't have to take the bus anymore. Over the summer I was able to complete all required driving classes in order to receive my license, allowing me to, at long last, drive the sexiest truck you will probably ever see- a gift from my grandparents only a year prior. So it was only natural that the second I pulled up to my junior parking spot at the school, multiple girls began to gather around me and ask if I would walk with them to their first period class. One of these girls was especially clingy; her name was Anhya. Now, I would tell you all about her, but I’d rather not waste your and I’s time. After some debating, but mostly out of pity, I decided that I would walk with Anhya up to the school because, hey, if I can make a simple pleb’s day better through one generous act from someone as popular as myself, then why not?
            It seems as though I got more than I bargained for, unfortunately. As we walked together towards the school, the girl would literally not shut up.
            “Hey Kili, whatcha doing after school today? You going to the big party this Friday also? Wanna sit at my lunch table during fifth period? I brought caviar!”
            The usual.
            You see, it really ain't easy being me, but that’s another topic for a different time and place- the first period bell had already begun to chime as Anhya and I walked through the main doors, and soon we would both be late.
            Of course, I had to find a way to ditch her as quickly as possible so that my reputation would not be squandered on the very first day, even if this meant arriving tardy. My high school has a very rigid “caste-system” of sorts, and whereas I would be classified as a Brahmin, Anhya would be more of a... hmm... Kshudra. Yeah, that seems right. After taking a short detour through principal Squirtle’s office (I told Anhya that I had some business to attend to and would be right back), I could finally be on my way to first period- Biology. Which just so happens to be my favorite school subject, not that you care anyway. However, the best part about the class really wasn't the subject being taught- it was the people in the class that made it so enjoyable. When you really think about it, learning is fun and all, but almost nobody enjoys school for the sole reason of learning new material; it’s the people that make school truly gratifying.
            Anyways, I ended up making it to the class right as our professor, Kudasai, started to take roll. Luckily, “Kiliminati” is more towards the middle of the alphabet, so I was in the clear. Now that I had nothing to worry about (or so I thought), I took a seat at my lab table and looked around the classroom. My boy Jayfeatskydd, a junior in the same caste as myself, was sitting in the back chatting with some of the most popular girls at our school- Kazooka, RacheLucario, and PinkWings, from the looks of it. Now, it’s only fair that I describe Jay to you all. Most say we look alike- muscular and handsome, with the best hair you will ever see. Often, many girls are intimidated by our good looks, and won’t even approach us. This is how we weed them out, if you know what I’m sayin’. To my left, I could see a kid named Senile lecturing DoubleJJ as to why his thoughts about carbon-ring structures were incorrect. DoubleJJ got so upset, in fact, that he called over the school’s bully, KingBowser, to shut him up. Whatever works, I guess. To my right, instagramlol and DrCraig were arguing about who was better- Drake or Kendrick Lamar. You see, instagramlol has pretty much secured his spot in being voted “the number one most likely to become a rapper after high school”. He’s just a light-skin though. Whatever that means.
            After roll had finally ended and the class grew silent, Kudasai informed us that we could choose our lab partners for the year. “This is a very important decision, just so you all know,” he warned. “Think it over carefully before choosing.” Unfortunately for most, the advice fell upon deaf ears. Forfiter, the school’s party animal, ran immediately towards Kazooka. PinkWings, avoiding the wave of boys attempting to white-night (AHEM, I mean partner with her), walked towards where ThinkNice was sitting. Most people thought that there was something going on between them, but nobody knew for sure. Caracal and Jindu also immediately partnered with each other, of course- no surprise there. And so it went, all the popular kids grouping together, leaving the scraps (I mean, other kids) to find a partner for themselves. And who did I partner with? Well, you’ll see later, I suppose.
            After everyone had eventually paired up with another classmate, the first lab of the year could finally commence. Kudasai explained the process in full detail.
            “First,” he instructed, “mix the Nitrogen gas with the Iodine solution and observe."

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 1

 

 

            At first, nothing really happened. Then the solution began to turn light pink.
            It took Kudasai a moment to realize what this meant, but once he knew, his entire demeanor instantly changed.
            “Oh… shit… no… body… move,” Kudasai ordered.
            “Did he… really just do that…?” Gunthug whispered to Shervinz behind me.
            “Do what?” Shervinz questioned. “Uguu, do you think I understand what he’s doing up there? I barely know what the symbol H stands for on the periodic table of… is it substances?
            “Elements, moron. What does the H stand for then?”
            “Helium, obviously.”
            I stopped listening right then and there.
            Besides, there were more important matters to attend to. As Kudasai attempted to disarm the pressure-sensitive explosive he had just created (Nitrogen Triiodide, by the looks of it), I realized that I needed to get the flying fuck out of the room as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, many of my other classmates felt the same way about the situation. 

            Let me just take a moment to say that this is exactly why safety protocol such as fire drills really don’t do anything to prepare people for an actual hazard. Sure, everyone will walk towards an exit in a calm and orderly fashion during a drill, but when an actual fire breaks out in the classroom, you best be in front of the pack, or yo ass is dead. Kind of the same premise as what was happening at this point in time.

            Now, I could say that many didn't make it out alive- it would be much more entertaining that way. “Fortunately” for my Biology class, however, unbeknownst to most, Kudasai had pressed the button to our school’s emergency beacon system just before the NI3 primed. Right as the first few students began to scramble out the back door, the local Hazmat crew burst into the front of room (actually, they inched their way in so that the material wouldn't explode) and neutralized the entirety of the solution. All was good. Shit.
            Sometimes it seems as if nothing exciting ever happens at this school. And RIGHT WHEN there appears to be a chance of something exciting happening, the stupid Hazmat crew comes in and ruins it. I mean, technically they saved everyone from their untimely deaths, but yeah, who even cares about that. What’s worse is that just as the crew had completed the task of rendering the NI3 inert, one of the crewman started to climb up onto the table where the solution was, and then proceeded to yell at everyone standing in the room.
            “THE NAME’S RONAX. I JUST SAVED ALL OF YOUR LIVES. NEVER FORGET THIS DAY!”
            What the fuck even.
            For what the school lacks in excitement, it makes up for in crazies. Meh. At least I’m alive. Anyway, after the rest of the Hazmat crew had finally calmed Ronax down, the police came in and took Kudasai away in handcuffs- supposedly for an attempted act of terrorism. We all tried our best to tell the police that it was a huge misunderstanding, that Kudasai would never do something like that. They simply wouldn't listen.
            We were then forced to wait about 10 minutes for a substitute teacher to arrive, in order to watch over us for the remainder of the period. This is where things became interesting. Instagramlol had become so fed up with DrCraig insulting Drake’s rapping abilities that he challenged him to a freestyle, right then and there. Of course, DrCraig accepted his challenge- he ain't no uguu uguu. The battle would've taken place, also, if Jayfeatskydd hadn't intervened;
            “Hot bars… I’m a hot boy… word.”
            A few girls at the back of the class fainted.
            I gotta admit, he sure can spit that liquid metal. As I sat there contemplating my own amazing rapping abilities, the substitute teacher finally walked in.
            “CLASS, TAKE YOUR SEATS RIGHT NOW. THE ABUSIVE SUBSTITUTE TEACHER IS HERE!”
            There was only one man who would dare say such a thing. The most legendary substitute teacher in all of the school: Guyver.
            “Oh shit,” Rigamorty uttered. “I think I just came.”
            “Today, students, you will be mixing baking soda and vinegar together to observe what happens as a result.” Guyver explained.
            “Who do you think we are, fifth graders?” Zehkar challenged.
            “GEEEEEEEEEET OOOOOUUUUUT!” Guyver screamed in a tantrum. “GET OUT BEFORE I DRAG MY SACK ACROSS YOUR FACE!”
            Unfortunately, there was no alternative option. Zehkar left the class in shame. Don’t worry though, his social status wasn't affected by this event; it was customary for Guyver to kick at least one student out of the room within the first two minutes. The class continued.
            “You may now get with your lab partners,” concluded Guyver.
            And so it went. Everybody grouped with their partners, and began to acquire the necessary materials needed for the lab. I followed suit.
            Now, let’s be real, most of you knew who my glorious lab partner would be- none other than the one and only SakuraHime. After finding her and setting up all the required materials at our lab table, we could finally proceed with the experiment.
            “Kili, could you pass me two milliliters of vinegar?” Sakura asked.
            “Sure, waifu,” I replied.
            “No.” She retorted.
            To quote a young Zehkar, “Good times.”

            Looking back on it, Biology was probably my favorite class. All the other classes, such as math, were pretty stupid. Every time my calculus teacher, Tranzmaster, would ask a question, CaptainxAwesome would raise his hand instantly with the correct answer. Every. Time. Then Tranzmaster would succulently whisper to him “that’s my good little Indian prodigy,” and CaptainxAwesome would whisper back “woof woof”. It was actually kind of disgusting.
            But the undeniably best part of my schedule was lunch. As we all know, lunch is especially entertaining on the first day of school when everybody is trying to get a table with their friends. If you’re a loser, it can be quite difficult. As for me, it wasn't.
            The people who ended up at my table were as follows: Jayfeatskydd, Kazooka, Forfiter, DoubleJJ, and KingBowser, of which you should know by now, along with four new faces: Archinix, Herpetology, Ploegy, and ElCoolio (we let ElCoolio sit with us out of pity). 10 in all, including me. Now, don’t get me wrong- it most certainly wasn't a bad table… just… interesting, to say the least. For one, Ploegy would not shut up about Hockey- who even are the Red Wings? Archinix and Forfiter would always try to fight over who gets to talk to Kazooka- typical. DoubleJJ usually discussed his new workout regime with Bowser, and I gotta admit- it yielded some pretty impressive results. Jay, Herpetology, and I would usually practice spittin’ them bars like a real uguu would. ElCoolio did contribute every now and then with some sick Pokemon memes, so we let him stay.
            Yep, lunch was pretty fun. And on that very first day back at school, it was about to get a whole lot better.
            You know that Senile kid from my Biology class? Yeah, well, he apparently hadn't learned his lesson from only a few hours prior. Once he walked up to our lunch table, we tried to ignore him as long as we could, but to no avail.
            “YO BOWSER!” Senile yelled for no reason, “1v1 ME M8!” 
            Yes, he actually said “m8”, not “mate”.
            KingBowser sorta just looked at him for a second, then slowly stood up. “Alright boys, get the camera.”
            “Sorry Bowser,” Senile exclaimed. “Cameras have been banned to Ubers.”
            “Right,” KingBowser said. “In that case…”
            And I’m telling you, I've never seen a harder punch to the left kidney in my life.

 

 

END OF CHAPTER 2

 

 

PART II: PROM HYPE

 

 

            Let me start off by saying that I got enemies, got a lot of enemies. I mean, it seems like every time I see them something is wrong with their memories. I even got Lyndon asking me about the code for the Wi-Fi. But you know what? That’s ok. You know why? BECAUSE IT’S PROM SEASON uguu!


            Oh, Prom. A day where practically anything is possible. You’ve wanted to ask out that girl for the entire school year? Well go get her motha fucka! You’ve wanted to hit that shit from the back ever since you first laid eyes upon it? Well go for it my uguu! Or maybe you just want to treat your lady to a nice night out and show her your moves (dancing-wise, obviously). Respectable. Whatever the reason, Prom night is a glorious occurrence (along with those after-parties that are arguably even better), so you best be prepared for it.
            However, you may be wondering to yourself, “What the fuck does Kili mean by ‘best be ready for it’”? Well, my friend, besides wearing the proper attire to get you laid look presentable in front of your peers, there is truly only one other prerequisite to attend Prom (some may say it’s not required, but that’s for fucking hipsters). You guessed it! You’re going to need a date! And what better way to inform a fledgling such as yourself about the process of selecting and becoming successful with finding the perfect date besides providing a few examples of my friends and their experiences? I hope you enjoy the highly-anticipated third chapter of PokeMMO High School.

            The second I walked into school on that crisp April morning, it was obvious something was different. Being the young Sherlock Holmes that I was, the mystery needed to be solved right away- and, of course, I was the only one up to the rather daunting task. As I turned around a large bank of lockers in the center of the main hallway, a plethora of rainbow-colored posters could be seen lining the walls.
            “Ok, those were definitely not there before,” I muttered to myself in amusement. “Wait a second-“
            That was when I finally read the actual text.
            “FUCK FUCK FUCK!” The curse words exploded out of my mouth like Mt. Saint Helens on steroids. “PROM WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE FOR ANOTHER FEW WEEKS!”
            Indeed, for reasons unknown, Prom had been scheduled to come early this year. Not really sure how the proposal to do so ended up getting passed by the morons (I mean, honorable student council members) trusted with deciding on the date for the event, but whatever. To be brutally honest, only one thought was running through my mind as I stood in front of that poster, mouth utterly agape: “DO I REALLY HAVE TO ASK HER NOW? SHIET!”

            Now, for all of you haters that believe this story is just going to turn into some big PokeMMO shipping cluster-fuck, you would be correct. Congrats!

            I’m not exactly sure how long I stood there petrified. Some say it was for a solid five minutes. Others say for the entire first period. Even Platoons, one of the school’s many young thugs, couldn’t snap me out of it.
            “KILI, DRAKE IS HERE IN OUR SCHOOL! RIGHT NOW!”
            Ok, maybe I lied.
            I sprang up faster than a jackrabbit loaded on hot tamales. “WHERE, WHERE?” I asked in desperation.
            “Oh hey, it worked,” celebrated Platoons. “That’ll be 10 bucks, KaynineXL.”
            “God damn it,” KaynineXL muttered, “But that was supposed to be my lunch money…”
            “Then why did you bet it? HAW HAW HAW!”
            Rest in pepperonis.
            Now that I was finally able to move again, there was only one thing left to do- run into the janitor’s closet and quietly cry to myself. You see, I couldn’t cry out in the hallways, or even in the restrooms. As you all know, I’m at the top of the totem pole as far as popularity is concerned at PokeMMO High. I can’t be staining my image in front of the public, now can I? But even the most popular kids such as myself have feelings too, so take that into consideration next time you see one of us trying to vent, you ignorant fuck. Thanks! =)
            It was obvious who I wanted to ask out to Prom. Everybody knew it. Everybody except for her, that is. You see, Cherry Blossom princesses tend to be on the more naïve side of the awareness spectrum, and this fact really didn’t help my case. If she had known by then, asking would’ve been a piece of cake. She would have already known what her answer would be ahead of time. But since she wasn’t aware, she might have to actually think about her answer right on the spot. In hindsight, I shouldn’t have been so worried about all of this. I had never been rejected. But you know how it be. It be as it do as it does.
            I sat in that janitor closet for a solid 30 minutes, easily missing half of second period. Hopefully Energize, the school’s janitor, wouldn’t come by as I sat there in deep contemplation, sniffling at the mere thought of not being able to attend Prom with the girl of my dreams.
            But then I hatched a rather clever idea.
            I took out my phone and logged onto Twitter. After browsing through the multitude of tweets from different people at school, I discovered an embarrassing fact; apparently, almost everyone besides me had known that Prom would be coming much earlier this year. Many of my friends had already took it upon themselves to begin asking out their dates ahead of time.
            “THE NERVE!” I yelled to myself, unable to hide my anger. “THEY TRIED TO KEEP IT A SECRET FROM ME SO THAT I WOULDN’T TRY TO STEAL THEIR GIRLS!”
            Although it was very improbable, I could see why they would do such a thing. If I had not wanted to ask Sakura to Prom, and instead wanted to ask a girl they were trying to bring, it would be all over for them. The girl would choose me over any of my friends in a heartbeat. Well… almost any of my friends. My boy Jay was the only rival I had, and could always give me a run for my money. But I couldn't remain angry. I needed to capitalize on the situation, not squander it.
            “What if,” I asked myself, “I could harness the power of my friends’ situations to ensure that my attempt at asking Sakura to Prom would be a guaranteed success?”
            With that one simple question, I knew what I had to do.
            I instantly jumped up and bolted out of the janitor’s closet as fast as I could, running for my third period class that would begin momentarily. I made it just in time.
            Remembering which of my friends had already asked out a girl to Prom, I rapidly scanned the room for any potential interrogates. My eyes fell upon a young Lyndon Renaud.
            “LYNDON! LYNDON!” I yelled as I ran up to him, swerving around desks as I travelled. “HOW DID YOU ASK OUT YOUR DATE!?”
            “Kili? The fuck?” He said with that stupid voice he always uses. “Oh… my date. Well… do you really want to know?”
            “Um, obviously…” I replied.
            “Alright.” He started. “It went something like this:”

            “It was this past Saturday. I was just chillin’ with my homies outside the mall on 5th Avenue when Sophie (EmoDuck) walked up and started showing interest in me. I knew that I had a class with her this year, but I never paid her much attention. Not until that day. It was obvious that she was wanting something from me, but I wasn’t sure what. Eventually, the topic got to Prom. She apparently wasn’t going with anybody. Neither was I. And since I was too nervous to ask if she wanted to come home with me and get it on, I decided to just ask her out to Prom instead. But you can’t just ask a girl out to Prom all willy-nilly. I had a… different idea.”
            “Go on,” I signaled. This was getting good.
            “I decided to sing her a song,” Lyndon replied.
            “YOU WHAT MATE?” I asked, exasperated.
            “I sang ‘Best I Ever Had' to her, by Drake.”
            “DAAAAAAAMN uguu!” I was actually at a loss for words. “AND WHAT DID SHE THINK OF IT!?”
            “Well,” explained Lyndon nonchalantly, “she brought me home with her instead.”
            Well played Lyndon, well played. Get some of that boi.

            While the story certainly touched my heart, it didn’t really help my situation that much- my voice was too good for the general populace, and I didn’t want to make the poor girl faint on the spot. I needed a definite yes. Luckily, there were other friends to question.
            Unfortunately, there remained only one other option in third period: Darkshade. I decided to approach him directly.
            “Yo, DS, what’s crackin’ my uguu?”
            “Nothing much Kili,” responded Darkshade in a rather monotone voice.
            “Anything the matter bro? You don’t seem like your normal cheery self!”
            “Nah, I’m fine. It’s just that my prom date wants me to go shopping with her for a dress. I’ve got sprites to code, ya know?”
            SPEAK OF THE DEVIL.
            Capitalizing on this perfect situation, I went in for the kill. “Prom date, you say? How exactly did you guys end up wanting to go together anyway?”
            “Well, funny you should ask that,” ridiculed Darkshade. “But I suppose I can humor you for a bit. The story is a rather peculiar one:”

            “It was last Friday night. I was, as you could probably guess, sitting in my ultra-amazing swivel chair, coding a new battle sprite, when all of a sudden, Noad sends me an IM over AOL messenger. At first I was hesitant to open it. What if I can’t code these battle sprites in time? Then PokeMMO players will complain even more about staff not doing anything! But eventually I just gave in to my curiosity. Upon opening the message, I sat back in amazement. It read ‘Hey DS, want to go to Prom with me?’”
            “WHAT!” I exclaimed, “SHE ASKED YOU!?!?”
            “Yeah man,” answered Darkshade. “That’s sorta her style, ya know?”
            Well alright alright alright.

            Another fantastic story, but seeing as how I would be the one doing the asking, it still didn’t help me to concoct a perfect, foolproof plan guaranteed to get me that “yes”. I would need to take evasive maneuvers.
            Fourth period came rather quickly that day, thank god. If it hadn’t my mind probably would’ve ate me alive from anticipation. I just HAD to figure out how to ask her. My whole life was riding on this one question, a question that could lead to only one of two possibilities. Well, I guess technically three, if you consider a lawsuit separate from a “no”. Anyway, I still wasn’t about to take that chance just yet. I needed more perspective.
            Fourth period contained three potential candidates to help me in my plight: Nate, Beldore, and Fudnud. All three seemed like good enough consultants, so I walked up to the very first one I saw: Beldore.
            “Hey Beldore,” I greeted. “What’s shakin’?”
            “Oh, nothing much,” he sighed. “Just wish that I could be spending time with my Prom date right now.”
            “WAIT.” I stopped. “SAY THAT AGAIN.”
            “Say what?” He sounded confused. “Oh, I wish I could be spending time with my Prom date right now instead of doing this annoying English paper.”
            A wide grin materialized onto my face.
            “Say, Beldore… would you mind telling me how you guys even decided to go with one another in the first place? I always like hearing those types of stories… not because I need help asking, of course, I’ve got that in the bag. Obviously.”
            “Oh, sure Kili. But where to start?”
            “Well, wherever you want, I guess.”           
            “Alright. But the memory is a tad painful;”

            “So… as you know, I really love hockey right? As such, I tend to spend a lot of my time on the weekends out on our school’s ice rink, practicing to make it big someday. Well, this story actually takes place yesterday, on Sunday. I was playing a game with a few of my pals, trying to practice this new double crossover fade-away hyperspace fury technique when that Canadian foreign exchange student joined up with us to play.”
            “Wait- you couldn’t be talking about Ploegy, could you?” I asked.
            “Why yes, indeed! Beldore replied. “But anyway, she was playing really well. In fact, everything was going smoothly until I decided to play goal keeper for a little bit. Ploegy was in a two-five split formation. She broke away from the rest of the pack and headed straight towards me. That’s when she shot the puck.”
            “And what happened?”
            “She nailed me in the uguu.”
            LOL.
            “Needless to say, I keeled over in pain. The ref stopped the game, and everyone gathered around me. Ploegy just kept saying ‘oh shit, oh shit’ over and over again, and at that point I was seriously considering a lawsuit. But then, in front of everyone, she asked me something. ‘BELDORE… h-how about w-we go to Prom together! Would that make you feel better?’ I instantly jumped up and embraced her. AT LAST! I FINALLY HAD A GIRLFRIEND!”
            “Interesting,” I commented. “Very interesting.”
            “But yeah Kili, how did asking out your date go? What was it like?”
            “OH SHIT, WOULD YA LOOK AT THE TIME. I GOTTA GO EAT SOME NACHOS. YEAH MAN. PEACE!” And with that comment, slick as Rick himself, I adjourned from the classroom 10 minutes early.

 

END OF CHAPTER 3, SECTION I

 

            I had to get as far away from the classroom as possible, of course. If anybody discovered I hadn’t yet asked Sakura to Prom, I would be utterly fucked- not unlike Cheels on that pool table last fall. And here is some sage advice, young ones: never go full pool table. Not even once.

            As I ran down the hall, dodging many familiar faces, my brilliant mind continued to determine what the best option for the situation was. Beldore would most likely grow suspicious. What if he snitched to one of those LYLE kids? What if he attempted to dethrone me from my glorious position on the high school’s most popular list? Too many things could go wrong. I would need to shut him up… and fast.

            But what was the best strategy for such an endeavor? As I contemplated the dilemma, rounding one of the hallway’s many corners at top speed, a wild dumbass managed to careen straight into my extremely muscular pectoral muscles. Needless to say, it was deflected far into the opposite direction- I remained unscathed.

            “Who the hell…” I started, then suddenly stopped. As the thing picked itself up from the ground, something just wasn’t right.

            “Well shoot, I should’ve known something like that would happen,” the mystery figure said.

            “What… the fuck… is on your head?” I questioned.

            “Why, it’s a Jack-O-Lantern of course, silly,” It replied. “But, perhaps, you’d like to know the TRUE man behind the mask, hmm?”

            The thing was dressed from head-to-toe in a black morph suit, complete with a gigantic Jack-O-Lantern completely covering its face. To be quite honest, I wasn’t sure if I should run for my life, or stick around and find out what- I mean who- exactly it was. As it turns out, I wouldn’t have to wait for long.

            “LOOK ON, MORTALS, FOR I AM MUNYA, OFFICIAL MASCOT OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM!”

            So it was this kid. You’d think that being the mascot of our school’s terrible football team would be an “accomplishment” best not screamed out loud for others to hear, but Munya wasn’t exactly normal like us. It had been rumored that he was born from a woman who mated with a male Pterodactyl; although I’m still not sure how scientists managed to synthesize one. Regardless, he showed little signs of possessing any trace of uguulogous structure to the flying reptile, so we were forced to give him the benefit of the doubt.

            “Get going before I call the goons on you,” I told Munya. I had no time for these types of games. I HAD A GIRL TO ASK OUT, DAMNIT. WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY HAVING TO AVOID AND DEAL WITH A POTENTIAL SNITCH UGUU. And now I had to worry about being seen with this maniac? Looking back on that day, my stars were certainly not aligned in their usual fashion. Looks like I would have to consult the tabloids again. They could be bribed rather easily.

            “Fine, fine,” Munya replied. “I’ll just be on my way…”

            That’s when he spotted Goldeneyes from across the hallway.

            And the fool charged.

            “GOLDEN, LOOOOOK, OUUUUUTTT!!!” I yelled as loudly as I could- but to no avail. Munya was already a foot away from him by the time I finished screaming.

            I’ll never forget the look on Golden’s face in that glorious moment. Something between the face you put on when attempting to squeeze a rather troublesome shit out, and the face people make when they step on a sharp thumbtack. Regardless, it was HI-LARIOUS.

            I now feel very bad about my amusement during the attack. As the ambulance came, and the nurses rushed in, everyone at school that day learned who the true heroes were. We tried to step up and offer our full support. But it would all be in vain.

            The funeral was a quaint one. It had been decided to commence at sunset the following Sunday. Mostly members of Golden’s family attended, along with a few of the popular kids from school. And yes, I was obviously invited to ceremony- if I hadn’t been, why would it be worth writing about?

           

            At this point, you must surely be wondering why I have gotten off on such a tangent. However, trust me when I say this part of the story is crucial- so you best listen up.

 

            You do recall me saying a few of the popular kids at school were invited, don’t you? Well, unbeknownst to me, a CERTAIN popular girl was in attendance as well. And her name might be a familiar one to you all. That’s right- none other than SAKURAHIME.

            That should’ve been great news for me, right? Wrong. There she was, standing alone under an apple tree near one of the memorials… or was she alone? As I peered more closely, a figure seemed to emerge from the shadow of an over-sized tombstone. But who was it? From my current vantage point in the crowd of people near Golden’s casket, I couldn’t see at all. I decided to get a closer look.

            Darting behind tombstone after tombstone until I reached an approximate distance of 50 yards away, I could barely make out a few aspects of the unknown figure’s appearance. His hair was almost as good as mine, but not quite. He was also slightly shorter than myself. But there was something else about him… something that I just couldn’t put my finger on.

            He walked closer to Sakura. I stood there in a daze.

            What was it? I thought to myself. Why do I feel like I’ve seen…
            Then it occurred to me.

            That jawline! Something about that perfect jawline…

            And that was when they kissed.

 

END OF CHAPTER 3, SECTION II

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Never giving Kili ideas again

 

Edit: So we're clear: Sonic High school> Revolution High school> PokeMMO High school(For now, I see bright things)> DragonBallZ High school.

 

Never go DBZ HS, not even once.

 

Edit 2: I've noticed in every story about this game we(idk how to specify "We") have ever written(There are a few), KingBowser was always the bully and all staff above CM have had a roll as a teacher of some kind. Just thought it was funny. Fruit for thought I suppose.

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