In this edited one, the editor changed some of the more oddly worded sentances, and he fixed all of my grammatical mistakes.

A few things before you get started;

1. Here's a small playlist you can listen to while reading. It's supposed to be what is playing in between people being auctioned off and such. I realized from the livestream of me procrastinating (and writing) that quite a few people like the music I listen to, so I decided to throw this in here.

2. Merry Christmas (Or other holidays)

3. Since this was all done in 24 hours, I didn't go back and refine any of it, so I apologize in advance for some of the more stranger parts.

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“Haha, that Jack… always doing stupid stuff.” Tom says, nudging you with his elbow.

“Uh, we'll be back in a few minutes. Please enjoy this nice music while you wait… GET BACK HERE JACK!”

The curtains started to block the audience’s vision, but not before Bon Bon took off one of her shoes and threw it at you, followed by the other at the student who had to go up next. This made the audience to erupt into laughter just before the curtains fully eliminated their view of the stage.

“You, and you!” She points at you and her second victim of shoe bludgeoning and you flinch at how serious she looks as she makes her way over. The other kid, who was slightly pudgy, didn’t look scared at all. In fact he was smiling at Bon Bon. This guy has some guts…

This guy looked kind of goofy, being somewhat on the pudgier side, his hair was somewhat long and slicked downwards, kind of like a picture of some famous guy you had seen a while ago. He was wearing a darker set of jeans and a simple t-shirt that looked like a tuxedo. But what really made him pop out to you were his shoes, which we’re a pair of Vans with rainbow laces.

Bon Bon grabs him by the ear and he yelps, she attempts to grab you by the ear too, but you start scooting your chair back.

“What the hell did we do!?”

She looks at you with a confused expression as she lets go of the guy's ear.

“What do you mean? I just need some help with something.”

“So why did you grab his ear?!”

“Why are you being such a little girl?”

You stare at her, dumbfounded, and she retaliates with a simple smile as she turns on her heel and heads the way Jack had gone.

“Come my children, we have to do this swiftly or we will run out of time.” She says in a ridiculous British accent.

“I love that accent, Bon Bon.”

“Shut up, Pia.”

The boy, who you now know as Pia, laughs and gently pushes you to get you to start walking. Bon Bon stops when you are out of range of the other students waiting to be auctioned off.

“Alright children, gather round!”

“Bon Bon, I swear to Jiminy Cricket…”

“Oh chill your tiny little faceholes. Jeez. I need you two to go find Jack while I distract the audience. My spotlight workers told me that he changed and went into the audience, so I need you two to go get him so I can punish him.”

“How did they tell you that? Seems pretty suspicious.”

“Well you know, it’s not like I have an earpiece of anything in.” She says, pinching your arm.

“Alright, I did kind of deserve that…” You say, rubbing your arm, “Don’t you have a whole theatre class to help you!?” You counter, nudging Pia for backup.

“Yea, I mean really, why do we have to go?” He chips in.

“Everyone has their jobs already, and I need their help to distract them while you go look for him. Will you just please do it? For me?”

“Well won’t we look suspicious if two of the students being auctioned off are out in the audience just walking around?”

“Pia has a good point Bon Bon. I’d be okay with it if you had a way we wouldn’t stick out like a sore thum-“

She ignores you, walking away, and turns around the corner. You look at Pia, who shrugs and takes the time to crouch down and brush the dirt off of his shoes. A few minutes later, she pokes her head around the corner and motions for you to come over. Pia takes off without a second thought, and you sigh as you follow, going about half his speed.

As you turn the corner, Bon Bon throws you a plastic bag.

“Get changed, you have about ten minutes before we have to start again.”

She leaves before you get to say anything and Pia laughs as he takes out his costume, holding it out in front of him.

“This is why I love Bon Bon…”

You pull out yours and realize it is the same as Pia’s, but then you also realize how stupid Bon Bon was.

“How the hell are we not going to stick out in these…”

“I repeat; this is why I love Bon Bon.”

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“You first.”

“No you!”

“JUST GO OUT FIRST, I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!”

“IF IT’S NO BIG DEAL YOU GO OUT FIRST!”

“NO!”

Fucking Christmas Pia.

You start walking down the small flight of stairs that came off the side of the stage, but quickly realize that everyone was looking at the stage, you were safe for now. Glancing back you see that Pia was really following you, thankfully, and you started moving along the wall scanning the crowd for Jack.

“You see him yet Pia?”

“No sir.”

“Fuck.”

You make your way past a few kids who seem to be sleeping, and as Pia folows, he pokes the girl sitting on the end and she stirs.

“Hi.” He greets her sleepy face as it lifts off her school bag.

“…I’m dreaming.” She puts her head back on her bag and Pia chuckles quietly to himself.

“Come on Pia, you're making me nervous…”

You reached the back of the theatre without any luck, no sign of Jack, and you're starting to build up a little sweat from being in the costume. Pia keeps looking, but you sit against the back wall, slightly defeated and hoping to spot your target from here somehow. When Pia finally finds his way back he plops down next to you and sighs.

“This is going nowhere.”

“I know.”

“Well maybe we shoul-“

“WAIT WHAT TIME IS IT!?” You attempt to cover your ears, but it barely does anything because you're in a costume.

You look up and Bon Bon has the microphone covered with one hand. She seems to be talking to herself, but you know that she is talking into her ear piece. She points at something in the audience, and you slowly look to what she is pointing at.

Pia.

“Our next student auctioned off today is… None other than the sophomore Pia!”

You scoot away in the nick of time, because the spotlight hits Pia just as she says his name.

“In a pancake costume…” Bon Bon says, sounding extremely uncomfortable with saying ‘pancake costume.’

The audience was dead quiet, and Pia was dead still.

“That's a pancake costume!” you see someone stand up and scream.

This is extremely awkward…

“Correct you are, innocent audience bystander! But inside the suit is Pia! If you can’t deduce that, then you are an idiot!” Bon Bon says, clearly mocking him.

The audience starts laughing and the kid sits back down and slumps down in his seat.

Are they laughing at him, or with him?

Pia still isn’t moving after about a minute of the spotlight being on him, and you start to worry if he is extremely embarrassed or not.

I guess I should help him out…

You stand up and start walking towards him, and the spotlight hits you this time.

“Or could this be Pia?!” Bon Bon says, sounding ecstatic that she had found another pancake man.

“Wait no I’m-“ you start to say, but you get the wind knocked out of you.

You cough a bit, and when you look up a few students are standing up with their phones out.

“Pancake man fight!? Best Red Thrush Auction yet!”

Wait what? Did he just... he did! He tackled me!

“No, no fighting.” Pia says, offering you a hand up. “Sorry bud, but I didn’t want them thinking you were the one and only Pia.” He starts taking off his costume and you attempt to stop him, up until you realize he hadn’t broken a sweat.

How the hell hasn’t he… Fuck it. I’m done with life. You spin on your heel and walk in the other direction.

“I’m going to continue looking for Jack.”

“Oh and new kid, Jack has been back stage the whole time. You can come back on stage now.” You hear Bon Bon say, almost seeing that smirk of hers from her voice. “You too Pia, come on up and we will properly introduce you.”

Pia grabed your arm and dragged you down the center aisle and you can just feel the eyes of hundreds of students staring at you.

I wonder if they can smell me…

He lets go of you as the two of you make it to the seats where the other students to be auctioned off were sitting, and you quickly sit down.

“Nice costume.”

“Shut it Tom.” You say, as you start to take off the pancake costume, but then realize that you are sweating up a storm. You quickly get up and walk over to your left to what little curtain was still hanging, and then take off the pancake costume.

You hear the background music they'd been playing cut off and another song come on.

Alright, so this is his intro song… what is with everyone in this school liking electronic music!?

Pia is doing the perfect slow motion walk towards the center of the stage, and right as you are starting to get annoyed by how slow he is taking it the drop kicks in, and he starts dancing.

How. HOW. HOW DO YOU DANCE TO A DUBSTEP SONG!!!

(Something like this)

Once the song finishes, Pia stops with his crazy dance and sits down on the stage, legs dangling off the sides, and a couple of girls in the front row giggle.

“Alright, so this is Pia, a sophomore. Wait… just Pia?”

“Just Pia.” You just barely here Pia reply.

“Whatever… Anyway, Pia here was born in a taxi outside of Cairo. Amazing right? He loves to dance, and the whole reason he is even taking place in the auction is due to a bet with one of his friends!” Bon Bon announces, almost a little to happily.

“So, let’s start the bidding for Pia here at… 20 dollars.”

One of the girls in the front row raises up a twenty dollar bill and waves it in the air.

Wow, that girl is pretty.

“Do I have thirty?”

“Fifty!” a girl who is sitting off to the left side of the theatre says.

“Fifty? Going once?”

The girl in front who placed the original bet stands up and holds up two fifty dollar bills.

“Ooooh, this girl up here is going 100. Anyone willing to go 110?”

The girl in the back was slowly making her way up front, and she looked kind of scary to you. She had on a lot of black makeup, and she a nose ring. When you look at Pia you notice that even he was somewhat scared of her, from the expression on his face.

“200 dollars!”

“Wows! This young lady just doubled your bid; what say you, pretty girl with the brown hair?” she says, looking at the girl standing in the front.

She raises up two more fifty dollar bills, and the girl with the black makeup starts to look annoyed as she approaches her bidding rival.

“Wow, she just topped you by a hundr-“

“350 dollars!”

Now it was the pretty girl's turn to look annoyed.

“450!”

“Would you stop!?”

“No you stop!”

You notice laughter at the two who were arguing just as you feel someone tap on your shoulder. When you turn around you see Jack with a stick of deodorant and some cologne.

“Sorry Bon Bon put you up to that.”

“It’s fine. Thanks for this.”

“It’s the least I can do.” he says as he turns around and walks back stage.

You turn back and quickly realize that everything was dead silent. A single girl was walking down the middle aisle, and she was just pure amazing. The school uniform looked perfect on her, almost as if it was made specifically for her, and only her. Her hair seemed to be floating on its own, as if she had her own wind blowing her hair at all times. The white uniform looked great with her multicolored hair; light green, a light purple, a light pink, and a pale blue.

She stops in front of Pia and smiles up at him, and he looks extremely flustered.

“I would like to place a bid for six hundred dollars, Miss Bon Bon.”

“Why of course Celestia…” Bon Bon says sounding a little confused.

The two girls who we’re arguing we’re both sitting on the floor looking defeated, and the Celestia girl was still fixated on Pia.

Another girl seems to slip out of the shadows next to Celestia and also looks up at Pia, who now falls backwards at the sight of the next girl who basically materialized out of nothing.

“I can see why you are bidding on him Tia.”

“Go away Luna.”

“Oh student body president, are you scared that I might outbid you?” Luna teases, sticking out her tongue at Celestia.

The two girls seemed to be polar opposites; literally actually. Celestia was wearing the standard white uniform, but Luna was wearing hers all in black. Her hair was a dark blue and it seemed to give off the illusion of a random assortment of stars in it, maybe glitter she'd brushed in. Celestia’s hair was significantly longer than Luna’s, coming down to the small of her back, while Luna’s only reaching to her shoulders.

Wow… They're both really pretty.

“Oops, I’m not doing my job. Six hundred dollars going onc-“

“Seven hundred dollars.”

“Know your place freshman!” Celestia growls.

“Don’t talk to me like you don’t know me Tia.” Luna puts on a mischievous grin as she wiggles her finger at Celestia.

“Seven hundred and fifty dollars.” Celestia says, regaining some of her composure.

“750 going onc-“

“800.”

“Luna, are you really willing to spend all of your money on this young man?”

“I dunno Tia, are you?” She grins at Celestia, and Celestia grins back.

“Let’s find out.”

“850.”

“900.”

“925.”

“950.”

As the two are going back and forth, you attempt to listen in on what the audience is saying. All that you could catch were whispers about Luna and Celestia somehow being sisters, and how Celestia is the student body president.

“Will you just give up Tia? This is becoming boring.”

“No, I will not give up, little sister. $1001 dollars.”

“Fine, you can have him. I just wanted to drain you of all of your money anyway.” The Luna girl smiles and walks away, and Celestia’s left eye starts to twitch.

“Going once? Going twice? SOLD! To the student body president; Celestia!”

“Come on boy, I need your help with something…” she pulls him down off the stage and quickly drags him away, and as she does you hear the audience laugh as one boy says;

“Aw, who knew stiffler Celestia actually wanted a boyfriend…”

“Well, this is quite the interesting auction this year, isn’t it folks?”

The audience all cheer in response, and the music from earlier continues. The curtain closes, and both you and Bon Bon make your way over to Tom.

“Alright Tommy boy, it’s your turn.” She says as you sit down next to Tom.

“My name isn’t even Tommy… It’s just Tom.”

“Oh hush up. We’re running out of time, and we still have quite a few people to go through, so are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.”

“Good on ya.” She says, patting him on the back.

She walks back to her pedestal, and she takes on the appearance of being a crazy person talking to herself once again.

“Ready to break records, Tommy?”

“Stop with the Tommy please.”

“Ready to break records, Tom?”

“You know it!”

The curtains open up again and the spotlight hits Tom while he is in his seat.

“Good luck.”

“I won’t need it.”

He is one COCKY bastard…

He slowly starts making his way to the center of the stage, and he looks as if he is trying his hardest to look cool.

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You have got to be fucking kidding me. Is this really his song? Please tell me this is a joke.

You see some kids in the first couple of rows start to fail in their attempt to conceal their laughter, and you hope Tom doesn’t notice them. You even see Bon Bon covering her microphone with one hand, and her mouth with the other.

Oh my god you’re kidding me…

You scan the crowd looking for your friends, and eventually when you find them you see all of them looking as if they are about to die from laughter. You stare down Rainbow until she stops laughing, and then, thankfully, she turns and gets the rest of your friends to stop as well.

“Alright, alright cut the music back to the playlist you goober.” Bon Bon tells the sound booth, looking up at the people managing the rig. One of them walks off and the music slowly fades out and back into the regular background playlist as he returns.

“Alright, so this is Tom, son of Mr. Hixon, whom you all love.” You hear some groans from the audience, and Bon Bon looks amused. “Right?”

One person from the back row of seats screams yes, and Bon Bon laughs at how annoyed he sounded.

“Okay, so Tom here loves… the ladies… and he…” Bon Bon covers the microphone with her hand and mouths the words “oh my gosh” to you, and you can already feel your hand making its way to your forehead.

“So Tom here loves the ladies, and he is amazing at Call of Duty..” She says, eliminating all emotion from her voice to tag along with her expressionless face.

He stops at the edge of the stage, and hangs one leg off the side of the stage, and hugs his knee to his head with the other, and he ends up looking plain stupid.

“Uh… I guess we’ll start the bidding at tw-“

“50 dollars!” Tom says, interrupting Bon Bon.

“Alright, let’s start with 50 dollars then.” Bon Bon says, looking extremely agitated.

The theatre fell dead silent.

“Um… Okay, how about 40 dollars?”

This will not end well.

“20 dollars?”

Oh god… Please tell me they have a teacher to bid on him.

“20 dollars? Come on people, you get a nice picnic lunch…”

When you look over at Tom he is shifting uncomfortably on the stage and you automatically feel sympathy for him.

I used to be that awkward…

You avert your gaze over to the audience, and you scan around for you friends. Once you find them again, you stare at Rainbow like there was no tomorrow. When she finally notices you, Bon Bon had already lowered the bid down to five dollars.

Rainbow is looking at you with a giant grin on, and she is pointing at Tom. You give her a disapproving look, and she sighs and waves her hand your way as if she was saying 'Pish Posh.'

You continue to stare at her as Bon Bon keeps lowering the starting bid, and you can tell you are making Rainbow feel uncomfortable.

You know what I want you to do.

You continue to stare her down as she shifts uncomfortably, and she finally looks up at you with a defiant look, and she mouths the word “No.”

You respond by mouthing the words “If you really do like me, you’ll do this for me. Please.”

You see her lower her head and you assume she curses due to Twilight and Fluttershy’s reaction. She leans over and whispers something into her ear, and Fluttershy suddenly gets serious and she nods.

“20 DOLLARS.” Rainbow says as she stands up.

“What took you so long little missy?” Bon Bon says, looking quite shocked.

“I was asleep. Don’t judge me.”

“Alright, alright, 20 dollars going once? Going twi-“

Fluttershy stands up and opens her mouth, but nothing comes out. She gets so red that you could see it from where you we’re sitting, and she sits down. You see Rainbow try and be slick by barely moving her lips, and Fluttershy gets up and screams;

“30 DOLLARS!”

The whole audience gasps, and you hear them murmur. You can’t really make out what they are saying, but you assume it is something along the lines of “That’s that girl that never talks…”

“40 dollars!” Rainbow says, and she looks at Fluttershy just in time to see her faint.

“WAIT NO! FLUTTERSHY YOU HAVE TO BID HIGHER THAN ME! NO!”

“Going once? Going Twice? SOLD! TO THE GIRL WITH THE RAINBOW HAIR!”

Rainbow looks around for help, but everyone around her is dead silent. She hangs her head and heads to the center aisle to claim her prize. When she finally reaches Tom, his expression is one of pure delight, and you can’t help but clench your fist. She looks around him at you, glaring her trademark daggers, and you smile knowing that you had ticked her off just a little bit.

He jumps down from the stage and puts his hand on his waist, creating a loop for Rainbow, and she respectfully punches him in the side and starts walking away.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch.” You hear her say to the crumpled Tom, who was clutching his side.

“LANGUAGE, MISS JEFFERSON!” Bon Bon scolds, chuckling at the boy who was now rubbing his side like he had just been stabbed.

“Yea, yea…”

Tom jogs to catch up with her and throws his arm around her, at which she immediately elbows him in the ribs making him whimper again. This time everyone joins in on the laughter; even you.

Wait... FUCK! WHO’S GOING TO BID ON ME NOW!?

The curtain closes and Bon Bon makes her way over to you, and sits down in the chair Tom was sitting in.

“Your turn, hot shot.”

“Is it too late to back out now?”

“Why yes, yes it is. Plus we have that contract, remember?”

“Yea, I know.”

“Don’t worry bud, I’ve got you. I made you a great little summary, and I picked out the best song to describe you with. This is going to be great!” She grins like a cheshire cat as she skips off to the podium.

Oh god I have a bad feeling about this…

The curtains start to open again, and the first thing you see is a small quiet line of girls from all of your classes at the foot of the stage.

What the hell?

There was just a single line of girls up against stage standing there, and you don’t understand why.

“Next person auctioned off this morning is… The new kid!”

Something snaps in the back of your head, and you yell;

“MY NAME ISN’T NEW KID!” But your intro song kicks in before you can shout anything more.

Something out there hates me. Something greater than me obviously hates my name. AND WHAT IS WITH THIS SONG!?

The crowd erupts into a giant fit of laughter upon hearing the strange music choice that Bon Bon had picked, but for all they knew you we’re the one who picked it. You stand up right before the spotlight hits you and quickly make your way to the front of the stage.

You stay standing, remembering how bad Tom looked, but you turn to face Bon Bon as you say;

“Come on, let’s get this over with.”

“Well…” she looks at the piece of folded up loose leaf and tears it in half.

“This is the new kid. He is incredibly nice, and he always seems to put other people first. Oh, did I forget to mention that he is incredibly handsome? Especially in a suit.”

Oh my god thank you so much for not making a fool out of me... At least this time.

“So let’s start the biddings at 20 dollars?”

“30!”

You turn to see a girl in your food prep class raising her hand and smiling.

Oh, that’s the girl who made pancakes instead of cookies… I gave her my cookies, didn’t I?

“Do we have for-“

“50!”

This time it was a girl from your animal science class. You had recently taken over her cake cleaning duties because she didn’t feel well.

“70!”

You look over to your left and realize that this next girl was in your math class.

Wait, I didn’t do anything for her… Oh wait, it was raining that one day and I put my umbrella over her.

“80!”

I see where this is going.

Not wanting to get your pants dirty, you walk back to your ghetto foldable chair and bring it back to the center stage. You think of the best way to sit in the chair, and you end up sitting reversed on it, and let yourself hang limp over the angular back, arms folded.

Wonder how long they'll keep this up.

The bidding starts to quiet down when it gets to around 400 dollars, and the girl who placed the 400 dollar bid was the girl, who you now remember as Daniela, you had helped out in food prep.

“Wow, this is probably the longest bidding war we’ve had in the past couple of years folks! 400 dollars going once? Going twice?”

A girl you hadn’t noticed before in the second row of seats stands up and yells;

“500!”

“Oh ho ho, saving the big guns for last, eh young lady?” Bon Bon says in a pirate accent that makes you want to run over to her and strangle her.

The girl makes her way to the front of the stage, and you are shocked at who it is. She stops in front of you and adjusts her bowtie.

“Have you been ignoring me or something?” she says in a playful tone, and you gulp because you know you had been.

“Uh, hi Tavi.”

“Good morning new kid.”

“Please don’t call me ne-“

“Oh just stop. You and I both know that it’s grown on you.”

You sigh and let your head hang in shame.

I know it has.

“600 right here!”

You look up to see a bright inviting smile along with a pair of adorable eyes.

“Looky here, we have another bidder that means business! 600 dollars from Miss Ditzy Doo.” Says in her pirate accent again, and you turn to glare at her.

“Oh hi there Octavia, I didn’t know you had a thing for the nice types.”

“Right back at you Miss Doo.”

They smile at each other and for some reason Octavia holds her hand out, and Ditzy takes it into hers without hesitation. They seem to take turns squeezing until Octavia lets go and shakes her hand.

Are they good friends or something? It seems like they’ve done that a million times before…

“I can go to 700.”

Bon Bon opens her mouth to speak, but Ditzy interrupts.

“800 is child's play.”

“You are totally right my dear Ditzy. I shall go to 900.”

The girls who were originally bidding on you looked crestfallen and, one by one, they returned to their seats. You're dumbstruck by how high the two we’re going; never in a million years did you think your bids would go this high.

“Alright Ditzy, time to stop aggravating me. My last bid is 1850.”

“And my last bid is 2000.”

Ditzy smiles at Octavia and the brunette's face is so crimson that you might have thought that she was being hung from her feet.

“Wow. Highest bid today, my children. Who would’ve thought… 2000 going once? Going twice? SO-“

There is a loud bang and you almost get whiplash as you look up at the doors to the theatre.

“3000 dollars, my dear Bon Bon!”

The whole audience erupts into a fit of laughter as they realize who it was, and you feel your eye twitch multiple times.

“3000 dollars going once? Going twice? SOLD! To Mr. Jefferson!" Bon Bon says in between laughs.

Mr. Jefferson continues to make his slow descent down the slanted main aisle as everyone in the theatre has a long laugh at Mr. Jefferson's entrance. As he reaches the spot where Octavia and Ditzy we’re dumbstruck, he pats them both on the back and pulls out a coin.

“Alright, this is going to be simple. I get him for an hour, and then you two can have him for the rest of the day.”

They both stare blankly at him and you facepalm.

“Very funny Mr. Jefferson.”

“I know, I know, I’m a modern day polar bear.”

“What?”

“I’m kind of surprised to see that my daughter isn’t up here bidding on you. What’s up with that?” he enquires, completely ignoring you.

“I kind of guilt tripped her into bidding on Tom…”

“I see. Nobody was bidding on him, eh?”

“Nobody.”

“Alright. Well let’s see… I’m not really going to need you my boy, so how about I just decide between these two young ladies. I mean, they we’re both willing to put up so much money to obtain you for a day. What say you girls?”

They both nod in response, still completely confused as to what was happening.

“Heads or tails, Miss Octavia?”

“Heads.”

He flips the coin and you catch it in midair. You look at both faces of the coin, and you sigh.

“Just like you to have a coin that's only tails Mr Jefferson…”

“Can’t blame a lad for trying, eh?”

Octavia pulls out a real coin and flips it, and when it hits the floor you hear them both hold in their breathe.

Why do they want to win me so bad? Jeez.

You watch as the coin rolls away and finally comes to a stop. You jump off the stage and look at it.

"Tails."

Ditzy tackles you and you end up on your back with a mouthful of hair.

“Drats!” Octavia sits with her back against the stage, and she unbuttons her sleeves and rolls them up. “Oh well. That was fair, plus I didn’t have to spend any money.”

“Yea, thanks Mr. Jefferson! I didn’t have to spend a dime!” Ditzy beams up at him.

“No problem. Think of it as a farewell gift.” He looks up at Bon Bon who now had a quizzical expression drawing her brows together.

“What do you mean farewell gift?” She prompts, leaning in to the microphone and staring at Mr. Jefferson.

The crowd starts to mutter amongst itself as Mr. Jefferson makes his way up to the podium.

“May I?”

“Of course.” Bon Bon acquiesced, stepping aside and letting Mr. Jefferson step up to the microphone.

“I will be on a business trip for the next couple of months. So think of this as a farewell gift, eh Bon Bon? I’ll be back… At the end of January. So think of it as I’m coming back at the end of the semester, or even better, that I’m coming back at the beginning of the next semester!”

The crowd gains a melancholic feel to it, and you wonder how much Mr. Jefferson mattered to the student body. You knew you'd rather have him there than not, even if he could drive you crazy as easily as Dash could.

“Oh don’t worry, it will be fine. I’ll have Mr. Hixon take charge until then, and everything will still continue as scheduled.” He turns to Bon Bon, “I ordered him not to touch anything that has to do with the Mystery Dinner Party you always have, so you don’t have to worry about that my dear.”

She smiles at him and nods. He pulls out a pocket watch and pops the lid open.

“Well, I suppose that I am running quite late. Mr. Hixon recommended that I skip coming here to tell you all that I shall be leaving, but I would have none of that. Well, until we meet again!”

He steps back from the podium and slowly gets off of the stage. As he walks down the middle aisle, everyone from the audience seems to take turns saying goodbye to him, and, once he leaves, the strange melancholy feeling you had originally perceived from the audience seems to lift and they start to chat amongst themselves again.

You sit up and push Ditzy off of you, making her pout.

Oh no, not that face! “So what shall we do first?” You ask to try and distract her.

“Picnic lunch!”

“A girl with a plan. I like that.”

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