Okay. I know you'll hate me for this, but I deleted AFYCSW. I just wasn't feeling good about the plotline and stuff. Anyways, this is the new story that you'll be getting instead of the sequel until I can think of a less sucky plot. Enjoy. its going to be a mystery, pairings are still undecided. So here's the first chapter, told in the narrarators' pov.

Why do people lie about themselves for their reunion? Its jank. Pure jank. I've seen it everywhere. On movies, on tv, even on The Fairly Oddparents.

It's stupid. its pathetic, and its pointless. People always find about in the end that you were lying about the whole thing or your conscience makes you spill everything up.

Basically, reunions are a waste of time.

It's just an event where you figure out how much your life sucks compared to everyone elses. The popular guy and the most popular girl are married, the nerdiest kids are now handsome/hot CEO's to tech companies. All your best friends forever are in Yale, Stanford, Harvard, NYU, Princeton- you name it, they're there. Your old flame is richer and has a prettier more sophisticated arm-candy than you. And your best friend's secret girlfriend kills you.

Wait-what?

Welcome to Walnut Grove University, where surprises are uncovered at the worst times, where scandals rarely happen, and where there are always fights. Where love is kindled, lost and re-kindled.

And where utter pandemonium just takes a few seconds to start and thrive.

Our story begins with the College Reunion of Class of '93. The class that started it all.

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"Deborah? Did they decorate the auditorium well?" An elderly man with salt and pepper hair -more salt than pepper though-, asked his wife. He is Dr. Wilden, the Professor of Walnut Grove High.

"Yes, dear. They have. Now all we need are the kids." A small smile etched onto her thin features but faded as soon as it came.

He knew what his wife was talking about and immediately squeezed his wife's shoulder. They both looked of into the distance, as if an invisible memory hung there.

Memories of better, happier times.

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Outside, a car door slammed making the white doves in the courtyard flutter away in fear. A handsome man stepped out of the luxury car, holding a sweet little, -screaming though- 3 year old in his muscled arms.

The child looked much like himself- the same black, inky hair and the playful smile. Heck, the only differnece between them was that she had blue eyes, as deep and as well - blue as the ocean.

He looked up at the aging cathedral style building, and smiled. Things hadn't changed a bit.

There were still multiple fliers hanging everywhere, making up a rainbow on the walls. Students milled around the ballroom, wondering what great event was being held that even their little freshmen (freshmeaty) little eyes can't see.

He turned to the other side of his Mercedes and knocked on the window.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold on." He smiled and took a deep breath. Looks like everything was going to be ok. No more nightmares. No more waking up in the middle of the night screaming, and ending up waking little Hope.

All was good.

And then he turned around.