Author's Note: Hello you guys. Welcome to Rich School Ain't Pretty. This story will have everything. I got inspired into doing a high school fanfiction since there aren't a lot of them in this archive. Well, maybe not anymore. This story was created years ago. I'm just in the midst of re-editing the chapters, for like the billionth time *eye-roll*. I recently re-read the story and I cringed by the unhuman amount of errors there were. And not to mention how abrupt the story flow went.
Just a warning, if you're an old-time reader and you are re-reading this, I'd just like to warn you that some scenes are going to be changed or added.
By the way, the smiley emoticon I placed came from this awesome story called Sakura :) If you're a fan of Naruto, you should check it out :) It's awesome!
And the picture I used as a cover for this fic is from an awesome deviantart artist called hanyoubaby. Her Boondocks artworks are awesome :D! Check it out when you some free time!
Here's the first chapter of Rich School :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks. There?
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Chapter 1: Acceptance to Woodcrest Academy
Woodcrest's economy started growing and it kept growing and growing until it reached the status of best city in Maryland.
On the day when the Wunclers have managed to successfully reach that level, the founder of Woodcrest said; "I will build a school where my grandchildren and everyone else's grandchildren could attend."
And then, Woodcrest Academy was born. It was the first school to be backed by the founder of Woodcrest, who believed that righteous education was more important. The best teachers from around the globe were gathered in that school to teach well the Woodcrest Academy students. Therefore, Woodcrest Academy has maintained the reputation of the best elite school.
Everyone would do anything to get their children to that school. Many students from other nations were in subject of jealousy and awe. Any students who gets an acceptance letter to enroll in Woodcrest Academy were thrilled except for a certain blond troublemaker who lived deep in the rural neighborhood of Chicago, a rebellious Dominican chick who lived in downtown Woodcrest and a two-faced mulatto girl who just moved in a new apartment in downtown of Woodcrest.
Cindy
"Oh hell no," I retorted back, flatly throwing the damn acceptance letter on the living room coffee table.
I, Cindy McPhearson, have just been accepted to the most prestigious, private academy of United States...Psssh, my bad peeps, I mean, of the world! It was - and still is - known for enrolling students of great intelligence, great sport academics and great wealth. It is located deep in a small, suburban town called Woodcrest. From there, y'all should put 2 and 2 together, and understand my frustration. If not, then y'all are fucking dumb yo.
Woodcrest is rich-folk type of area, where all the businessmen and the ratchet housewives be living at. I used to live there at some point, therefore I just know how the people act in general - and it ain't pretty. All the people care about was fame, status and the next Gucci product that was about to come out.
Now, you might be wondering how me, a troublemaker, got accepted into that kind of school? When I say that I was a troublemaker, I wasn't bulllshittin. I was that blond kid in the street that'd finesse people into buying girl scout cookies - just for the mere purpose of getting some guap. Furthermore, I always ended up in street fights, because I wasn't like the typical white girl that was into barbie and my little ponies, and motherfuckas wasn't feeling that. And to add to the list, I was a prankster that'd like to make teachers go through hell with my masterpieces and Yo Momma jokes.
Now back to what I was saying, believe it or not, there were reasons why I got accepted, despite my ways. I happened to have an A average grade on my report cards. What can I say? This little thug was also a lowkey nerd. There was nothing with being smart and taking school seriously. School had never been a problem - in fact, it was the people in school that had yo girl acting out.
I can also say that my Mom was the one that got the school to even glance at my files. The woman has been hustling to make this happen - from consistently sending them letters and voicemails for 6 years straight. Y'all can guess that they got annoyed of her and had to take a look at my files. She was stubborn as hell and didn't take any no...then again, that kind of thinking did run in the McPhearson blood.
And the minute they opened my files, they must had seen who my Dad was - and bam, they just had to get me as a student. That was the thing with rich people, they don't care about you unless your name was worth money. My father was a multi-millionaire artist, famously known for incredible sculptures and paintings he'd create. He has worked from celebrities to corrupted businessmen, which included Woodcrest owner, Sr. Wuncler.
Where is my Dad, you ask? He passed away from a heart attack, 14 years ago, a year after my birth. Since then, my mother had been struggling with her full-time sales associate job, which barely brought bread to the table. It was bad to the point where my little brother, Johnny, worked as a helper in some convenient store just to help out with the bills. I do the same, except I work at KFC as a crew member.
The school acceptance was basically a ticket out of debt and poverty to all of us. But for the life of me, I just couldn't see myself in that hellhole for the rest of my high school years. I continued to glare daggers to the letter, my ears taking in my mother's nagging.
"Oh no, young lady! You are going to that school and that's final," she nagged with her stern serious voice. "Anyone would kill to go to that school! Why do you hate it that much?"
"But Ma, with them bitches, how am I gonna survive there?" I said as I waved my arms up in the air to express my utter dislike of that...hellhole. Just thinking about it gives me the creeps guys. "Tell me. And you know I'm not lyin. We lived in Woodcrest at some point, you even said the people there were horrible."
My mother played dumb, "Oh I don't know what you're talking about.."
Johnny lifted a finger. "Actually Mom, you did say one time that the women there could go suck you-"
"Johnny, shut up," she whisper-snapped, as she slapped him upside the head and quickly reverted back to faking-smiling. "Like I said Cindy, I said no such thing. The people there aren't bad."
"I wanna stay here, not there!" I stomped my foot, unwilling to give in to this fuckery. We used to live in Woodcrest back when I was younger, but it didn't really work out for us. The cost of living was outrageous, and considering our financial issue, we bounced outta there and moved here to Chicago, where most our family members resided. It wasn't really a major move as Woodcrest was a domestic flight away from Chicago.
My mother sighed in tiresome from my objections as Johnny grabbed my Woodcrest Academy uniforms with a sly grin on his face. I arched one of my eyebrows to his strange behaviour.
Da fuck is that rascal doin' now? I thought suspiciously as I escaped a sigh from my mouth.
"For once, I'm actually proud of being your sister," Johnny admitted as he waved my new school uniforms up in the air. "Cindy's going to a rich school! Cindy's going to a rich school!" my knucklehead sibling sang along with my Mom as she also waved my Woodcrest clothes in the air.
I irked to the sight. Seriously? Somebody please help me from this madness! "There ain't no way in hell that I'm going there."
All of a sudden, my mother and my brother scratched the back of their necks as they escaped some nervous chuckles.
One of my eyebrows twitched. I know them when they laugh like that. What they do this time? They either stole my money or they ate some chicken behind my back...Oh, it better not be 'em eating some KFC behind my back! They both know that I can't without my shit! Boy, if I catch 'em, I'll-
"Sweetie, you're actually going to be living in Woodcrest also and-"
- I'll take their chickens and...SAY WHAT MOMMA?
I blurred out the rest of the words from my Momma's mouth...At this point, I couldn't think well. I froze like dead ice on the couch with my eyes widened in shock and with my mouth wide open, which got my mother and my brother worried.
"Cindy?"
I let silence answer them. Hum, they deserved it. How dare they gonna dump me in that...neighborhood.
"Cindy?"
Once again, I didn't answer..In attempt to give those two the silent treatment for obligating me to move into such a BITCHY neighbourhood.
"Cindy, we have a family size bucket of KFC's popcorn chicken!"
"Yesur!" I cooed back with my hunger roaring for chicken to my sneaky relatives. I tried hard to not fall for their trick, I really did y'all. But this girl be hungry and both my brain and stomach opted to fuck off the silent treatment and get to eating.
"You're stupid," my little brother insulted me as he flicked lightly on my forehead. "There's no chicken."
I sucked on my teeth at the same time as I crossed both of my arms on my chest. Damn, they tricked me...AGAIN. Yes, my family members have been doing it for years and it pisses me off as FUCK! That's just cold, abusing my love for KFC.
"Since you received a 3 full years scholarship to enroll in Woodcrest Academy, I decided to get you to live with your responsible relatives," my Momma explained as she let out her sweet, innocent smile, usually used when announcing bad news.
To that, I gulped in horror. Please, let it not be a strict relative.
"You're going to be staying with your cousins, Carlotta and Zonnique Itzel."
I sighed in relief. Those girls are close family friends. The only good thing that had come out of us residing in Woodcrest was befriending the Itzels. My Mom became close friends with their Mom, and since then we'd consider each other as family. Hell, I saw Carlotta and Zonnique as cousins now, seeing as I'd gotten into the habit of calling their Mom auntie. We were really that close. We fooled around together, we did pranks on our victims together, we laughed together, we made little kids cry together, we basically did everything together.
"Fine," I grunted in annoyance to my Momma, accepting defeat - only because at least, I'd get to stay with the Itzel. And to me, that meant freedom. The girls were known for throwing parties and there was never a dull moment with them.
Once again, Johnny patted my back as thought he was trying to make me feel better which didn't work at all. In fact, I wasn't used to him doing nice gestures to me. His ass was never nice to me. "Look at the bright side sis."
"What bright side?"
"There is no bright side!" Johnny chuckled evilly.
I shot up from my couch in anger. "YOU SON OF A-"
"Ah, ah, ah!" The idiot waved a mocking finger at me. "You were about to insult Momma!"
"Damn bastard," I mumbled, then cursed myself for being too loud. I can't talk quietly for shit.
"MOM! CINDY JUST CALLED ME A BASTARD!" my younger brother snitched as he pointed to me in an accused manner.
"CINDY!" my Mom screamed my name, giving me the chills.
I gulped in fear, knowing that I'll be getting another beating this week.
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Zonnique
Aah, the beautiful night city view of Woodcrest. I wish this peaceful moment would last forever...instead; I have to go get my Woodcrest Academy uniform in 3O minutes. Ugh.
I was enjoying the beautiful downtown night view from my balcony of my older sister's apartment while I was inhaling the fresh, autumn breeze. I was trying to distract my mind from the fact that I would have to spend another boring high school year in that hellhole. Ugh.
My freshman year in that high school was unbearable. There were a lot of 'Paris Hilton' wannabes with their little Chihuahuas trying hard to get attention from everyone, especially from boys. The guys were no better, them hijos de puta think they're all that with their swag, their nasty attitude when they are nothing, zero, nada.
I could actually go on about how horrible the students were in that school, but a tap on my shoulder shook me out of my thoughts. I turned to face my 26 years old sister; Carlotta.
Carlotta is a teacher in some local middle school that is close by our area and she currently teaches Spanish there. She is also my legal guardian for the moment. Our parents are in Republic Dominican handling some financial problems with our other family members. But I didn't mind them leaving, it ain't their fault. They always travelled back and forth, they worked with various corporations worldwide. Really, I was already used to their absence.
Carlotta had a big smile on her light caramel face with happiness gleaming through her hazelnut eyes. It caught me off guard. She was never this happy. She was always complaining about her single life. Something was up. I arched an eyebrow to her. "Why are you smiling like that?"
"Heheheh," she uttered an irritated trail of giggles.
Calm down Zonnique. Don't slap her. I thought as I clenched my hands tightly, preventing myself from slapping the shit outta her. Dammit, I hate it when she laughs like that. "Carlott-"
"Hehehehehehe" Once again, her unbearable giggles flew inside my ears, making my brain go berserk.
Was this girl trying to get me to slap her?
"Heheheh."
"Stupida!" I insulted Carlotta in Spanish with my Hispanic accent as I shook her by the grab of her shoulder. Honestly, I feel like I'm the adult over here. "Speak please!"
"Fine fine! I talked with Aunt Maria on the phone and she said that Cindy can stay with us until she finishes high school in Academy Woodcrest."
Evilly, I started rubbing my hands together, which got Carlotta shaking her head in objection, knowing damn well what will happen to my school after Cindy's arrival.
HALLELUJAH! You guys don't understand how close I am with this girl. We met back when we were little kids. We met through this girl scout program. My Mom got me into it, saying that I should get out of my tomboy ways (which lowkey worked, ironically) and Cindy's Mom got her into it for the same reason (she stuck through with her tomboy ways). Some bitchy white girl was bullying me and she came through and beat her up. I later joined in the beating and that was the start of a beautiful friendship. She is family to me now.
Maybe my high school years in that hellhole won't be that bad with my girl! I can already hear all the cries and screams from the Paris Hilton wannabes and the moans of pain from the cocky, shitty boys that we'll cause with our pranks. Oh yeah!
"Zonnique..."
"..."
Carlotta spoke but I was too busy imagining myself and Cindy throwing the school douches and bitches in some shark infested lake. "Zonnique..."
I can totally see the student body congratulating us for taking down our bullies with our pranks, and showering us with free food and drinks. I could careless about money fam, I'm all about the food. Give me some cheetos and I'll love you forever.
"Zonnica Ana Itzel!" Carlotta screamed, which shook me out of my thinking. What caught me off guard was her strong Hispanic accent - usually it kicks in when something suspicious is about to happen.
"Look hermana, me too I'm happy that Cindy is coming to this town and going to your school but I promised her Mom to keep an eye on her AND you. You know what that means?"
I gulped, knowing damn well what she means. "..."
"That means no trouble, no pranking," Carlotta ordered with a serious tone.
I cursed under my breath and formed a disappointed frown to my sister's order. At least I can still make the 'Paris Hilton' wannabes cry..
Carlotta snapped her fingers, remembering something important. "Oh yeah, and NO MAKING THOSE WANNABE BITCHES CRYING!"
"Oh come on!" I stomped my feet to the balcony floor. That ain't fair. The bitches made my freshman year unbearable. You guys, I wasn't joking when I talk about them. I'd always call Cindy and complain to her how much they bullied me for nothing - especially the girls.
The thing was, with that school, most of the students were white or just white-washed. Period. And I was one of the very few colored people in that establishment, so I stood out like a sore thumb. They were always starting shit with me, and I could never call them out on it, because they have too much power over other students.
"I wanted to do some pranking with Cindy! This is an opportunity to catch up on our family time!" I said. That was also true. We haven't seen each other for years. The last time we did, was when her and her family had to move out of Woodcrest due to some financial setbacks.
My older sister rubbed her temples, as though she was going to get a headache very soon. "Can't you do normal things that girls do these days? Like shopping...".
I waved a 'no' to my sister with my finger. "Can't. Too much bitches in the mall."
"Maybe go hang out with some friends," Carlotta suggested to me.
I shook my head a 'no' to her suggestion. "Can't. I don't have any friends since most of the girls here are either putas* or bitches."
"Maybe you can go check out some cute boys around here." Carlotta winked at me as she threw another suggestion but I shook my head quickly a big 'HELL NO!'.
"HELL to the NO. Guys here are cocky, stupid, bastards who are only looking for big-breast bitches." I said matter-of-factly, as I flipped my hair with a hmph. "Plus, I am an independent woman. I don't need a guy."
And that was true. Never had a boyfriend and I was in no rush to look for one. I accepted the fact that I'd never find anyone in Woodcrest Academy - like I said, all the dudes really think about are getting some. That was it. They had tried me, but it wasn't for the right reasons.
"Damn, you're impossible to please," Carlotta complained as we both entered the loft from the balcony, cutting my inappropriate thoughts.
I just shrugged, not caring about her comment. Taking a quick glance to the kitchen clock, sadness popped in me. Ugh, the horror. I guess it's time for me to pick up my freak of nature...a.k.a. my school uniform. I thought disgustedly as I dragged my feet across the living room hardwood floor.
"Yo, grab my Louis Vuitton bag, we have to get my uniform from the clothing warehouse!" I said to Carlotta with my bored, pissed off tone.
Carlotta did what I told her to do and we got out of our apartment. As Carlotta was making sure that our apartment door was closed, I started taking a glimpse around the hallway of the building and I noticed a lot of guys carrying numerous boxes to another apartment. Apparently, most of the boxes were labelled. Some said bathroom, kitchen, office and such. Hmm...I guess we'll be getting a new neighbour this year. I wonder who it could be.
Just when curiosity was getting to me, a bump startled me and got my ass falling on the floor. Ouch! Dammit, can't people say 'excuse me' instead of pushing me like that? I growled as I lowered my eyes. "Hey! Watch where you're going you bast-"
I quickly covered my mouth as I observed the person that bumped me to the ground.
The person who bumped me was a mulatto girl who looked like she was around my age. Damn, if I was a boy, I'd date her. She had strawberry-blonde curly hair that reached to her lower back part with a little touch of cornrows to the side and beautiful, piercing green eyes that shined just like an emerald stone would.
"I'm so sooo sorry!" the mulatto girl apologized shyly as she held out a hand, to help me get up.
"Nah! It's ok" I said politely as I stood up from the ground and dusted myself. "What's your name?"
"My name's Jazmine DuBois," she politely smiled to me with her eyes twinkling with delight. Dang, her eyes are so cool. "What about yours?"
"Zonnica Ana Itzel," I presented myself in a friendly manner.
She looked at me in confusion. Many people do that when I tell them my whole name so I'm used to her facial expression. "Just call me Zonnique."
"Ah okay. Do you happen to live nearby?" Jazmine asked, with a hopeful look.
I returned the smile, as I pointed towards my apartment door. "I do. As a matter of fact, I'm your neighbour."
"Sweet! You have no idea how relieved I am to hear this. I do not want to start my school year being all alone in this part of Woodcrest." she nervously laughed.
"Right? But are you by any chance attending Woodcrest Academy?"
Jazmine jumped in delight - which took me by surprise. I wasn't used to someone being this friendly to me. "Yeah, I am. I'm guessing you do too..?"
"Yeah, unfortunately," I rolled my eyes.
"Unfortunately?" Jazmine repeated, confused.
This pour soul doesn't know how shitty this school is. "...Girl, I'm gonna be blunt with you, be prepared to face bitches over there." I pulled out my phone. "Lucky for you, you just made your first friend - me. So you'll be good. I'm gonna be your school survival guide.
Jazmine laughed, though I was confused whether it was a cute innocent laugh, or a mischievous one. "No worries, not like I haven't dealt with bitches before." Oh yeah, that was definitely a mischievous one. She quickly switched back to her innocent self, with how her smirk widened into a cheerful smile. "But yeah girl, let's be homies. Give your social media and everything."
We gave our phones to each other and exchanged our contact information, from our phone numbers to our Instagram and Snapchat names. I could already she was a cool girl, plus there aren't a lot of sistas in this neighbourhood. So you know I had to quickly befriend her. We need more diversity in this town!
We both heard someone calling for her, and judging by his tone, I could tell he was her father. "I gotta go help out with the moving. But it was nice talking to you. I'll text you later. Bye," she smiled to me and waved a goodbye as she got in the apartment that was next door to mines.
"Aw, you made a new friend." Carlotta cooed in excitement as she jumped in excitement and clapped her hands repeatedly. "That's adorable."
I rolled my eyes in annoyance to her childish behavior. Sheesh, Carl needs to calm her perky ass down. I bet you she was acting like this because she got a date.
Putting that very concerning thought to the side, the both of us left off to pick up my school uniform in the clothing warehouse.
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Jazmine
I haven't even been here for 24 hours, and I already made a friend. Maybe this move isn't so bad. That was the only bright side of this situation.
I'd previously lived in Timid Deer Lane, one of the rich areas of Woodcrest. I had no family problems, no financial problems and shit like that. We were the perfect family. But that soon changed when my Dad found my Mom having a threesome with two of his clients in his office. That really hurt us bad. Like real BAD. We couldn't eat, think nor enjoy the days properly anymore. My Dad decided that a divorce would be best for the family so he did it and we both moved here; downtown of Woodcrest.
I walked into our new apartment, putting down my backpack. There were piles of boxes occupying the apartment space, but I still managed to get a scope of the place. It was a bit smaller than our previous house but it'll do. It was only going to be the two of us anyway. The kitchen was small, to my dismay. The living room was a decent size, to my Dad's liking. Our bedrooms were big. In fact, my bedroom had its own walk-in-closet and a bathroom, thank goodness.
Finishing up my mini tour around the place, I jumped on the living room couch and exhaled some breaths that exposed my utter fatigue to the empty room. I sighed heavenly as I enjoyed the comfort of the couch, releasing some stress that I've received from packing boxes to boxes for the moving.
I started eyeing the ceiling and for no reason, Huey Freeman popped up in my mind. A lovey-dovey smile appeared on my face.
Huey. Huey. HUEY. I wasn't afraid to admit it, but I love him to death! Yes, after 6 years, I still have a crush on him. He mentally changed me. I wasn't the same innocent Jaz that I was 7 years ago. Hell no! He showed me that life isn't some kind of fairy tale with ponies, princes, princesses and all that Disney crap. I've also gone through my own ups and downs that have allowed to grow mentally. I went from a naive 10 year-old to a 17 year-old woman who isn't afraid of anything or anyone. People automatically assume that I was still that naive girl and take my kindness for granted. Well, when they tried, anyway. I don't allow disrespect anymore.
That was another reason why I care so much about Huey. Even back when we were kids, he had high respect for me while everyone else doubted me. He was really my day-one.
"Jazmine," my Dad sang my name happily as he walked in our home. "We n-need to t-talk," Dad said seriously as he scratched the back of his neck with a serious facade that meant business.
"Yes Daddy?" I answered with my soft perky tone that was used years ago.
"It's definitely serious," Dad emphasised as he sat down on another living room couch. My dad's eyes kept staring back at me, not daring to blink, which scared me. "I noticed a couple of years ago that you're growing up into a beautiful lady and it's time that we have a serious... father to daughter talk."
Was he on to me? Oh god, it sounded like he was about to do the birds-and-bees talk. "O-OK," I stuttered worriedly as I bit my lips.
"Look Jazmine, in your age you're probably in this stage where you want to date and-"
Without thinking, I shot up from the couch and eyed my father with panic. I covered my ears as I sang to myself. I was not about to suffer again through this sex talk. I barely survived through the first time. Word of advise girls, just talk to your health instructor. Don't let your family talk about it. It's so awkward and uncomfortable. "La-la-la. I'm leaving, I will not have another one of those birds-and-the-bees talk."
My father glared to me in confusion. "Uh...I was just going to talk to you about Huey."
"Ooh.."
My Dad just shrugged off my stupidity and continued his serious speech. "As I was saying, in your age, you're probably in this stage where you probably want to d-date. "
I nodded understandably to him. I honestly wasn't planning on dating until I finished high school. At first, I was hoping to confess to Huey my love for him and maybe date him but when I found out that I'd be moving here and spending the rest of high school in Woodcrest Academy, I couldn't imagine myself with other guys. So, I'm reserving myself for Huey. When I'm done high school, I will come back to the Woodcrest suburbs to see him again and hopefully, date him. But there is one MAJOR problem; I don't know if he has the same feelings for me...We always hung out together but he always carried that bored look so it was hard to know if he likes me or not. Sad, I know. But I'm a hopeless lover.
"And I don't want you to get sidetracked in your studies because of...boys." Dad added as my attention was still focused on him. He knew I was obsessed with Huey, it never really bothered him, well until now. I think it was just because of the divorce. He was still healing from it, so he was in a phase where he can't even tolerate the sight of love. I can understand.
I sighed in tiresome. "Don't worry Daddy. I'm not planning on dating any time soon," I planted my famous innocent smile. My father smiled back to me. "It's my last year in high school, so I'd like to take advantage of this time to boost up my marks for university. And I just want to have fun."
I got up from the couch and walked to the balcony of my apartment. I was observing the beautiful city view of downtown Woodcrest. I took a deep breath.
All what I said was a mix of the truth and lies. Surprisingly, I was telling the truth about the dating part. My main priority was surviving through a year at Woodcrest Academy. I didn't even think I was going to get in, to be honest. I was previously going to Wuncler High with Huey and Riley, but clearly there was a change of plans. My excellent attendance and grades was what I thought had got me into the school - until Mom told me she pulled some 'strings' to make it happen. Snort. She pulled some strings alright, her g-string probably.
I did a quick creeping on the school, and most people gave positive reviews. But then I went to some school gossip website, and I read horrible reviews about it and I was leaning more to them. Zonnique even confirmed the rumors of the students being so horrible.
High school was gonna be interesting - I feel that it would have been genuinely interesting if the Freemans were to attend there. Sigh.
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Huey
I was currently reading a novel in Riley and I's bedroom. And I gotta say it really is speaking the real truth of our American society. The novel that I'm reading is called; Our American President's promises...or Lies? As I continued doing my quiet activity, Riley came by with two white envelopes in his hand which got me curious.
"Riley, what are you holding?" I asked monotonously as my eyes never left from the two envelopes that were held by my idiot brother.
Riley smirked slyly as he threw the letter to me as if it had no value. "Read it nigga."
I opened the letter and started interpreting the piece of paper. My eyes were widened as I read the first following line;
"Congratulations! Huey Freeman and Riley Freeman, you both are enrolling Woodcrest Academy."
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