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It was June 13th, the day of the graduation ceremony for New Holland High School.

It should have been a sunny day, but the sky was filled with gray clouds instead.

It should have been a happy day, but for Elsa Van Helsing, it was a sad day. First, she would be starting college in the fall and had no idea what she would major in. Second, she would really miss Victor while she was away at college. Third, the graduation ceremony that was supposed to be a reward seemed more like a punishment to Elsa Van Helsing. She was the class valedictorian, which meant she would have to make a valedictorian speech. And she was no more comfortable performing in public than she had been as the Little Dutch Girl years ago.

She had written a speech, and practiced it before a mirror and before her parents and uncle multiple times. But no practice session would be the same as delivering the speech in the New Holland Theater in front of thousands of people.

Now it was her big day, and Elsa was nervous. No, nervous would be an understatement. Petrified would be a more appropriate word to describe Elsa right now. Elsa did not get very much sleep.

She looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was 5:01 AM.

She wished there was a way out. Any way out. She should have done something to get out of this sooner. Maybe if she failed to turn in one homework assignment or gotten an exam answer wrong on purpose, she wouldn't be in this mess.

She couldn't pretend to be sick. She was no good at pretending to be anything or anyone.

Maybe she could get in some kind of trouble and get barred from attending the graduation ceremony. No, she was too afraid to make her uncle angry to do so. And she didn't want to hurt her uncle's chances of being reelected mayor.

Maybe the weather would get so bad that the graduation ceremony would have to be cancelled and everyone would get their diplomas in the mail. There could be a tornado or a flash flood. Either of those disasters would do the trick.

Maybe a sinkhole would open up underneath the house in such a way that she would be killed, but her parents and uncle would live. That would be quite a headline in the local newspaper. NEW HOLLAND HIGH VALEDICTORIAN DIES ON EVE OF HER GRADUATION.

She climbed back in bed and pretended to be asleep.

5:30 AM.

6:00 AM.

6:30 AM.

7:00 AM.

"Good morning, Elsa!", said Mr. Burgermeister. "Or, should I say, Good Morning, New Holland High Valedictorian!"

"Thank you," Elsa replied. She tried to sound happy, but if you listened closely, it would be all too clear she was not.

This is only the beginning.