And finally, the conclusion to the very first Piggy and OC fanfiction.
I was thinking about maaaybe doing a sequel… What do you guys think? And if there was a sequel, who should be the "matchmaked"? (I don't think that's a word, but who cares?!)
Anywho, thank you all to those who reviewed/favorite/followed! You made my experience of my first OC fic fabulous! Merci, danke, gracias, grazi, thank you, thank you, thank you!
Enjoy~!
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All human beings who lived through the past century have heard of or have been to high school.
It is highly regarded as the pathway to becoming a well-rounded and well-cultured human being; a charismatic leader in society; a beacon of hope in the darkness of whatever peril that society has decided to complain about. Those who say that had obviously had some sort of head injury, thus resulting in selective amnesia of the past four years of their lives.
High school is probably what Darwin truly conducted most of his studies, for truly, only the fittest are able to survive. With or without therapy.
The most astounding thing would probably be that, no matter how much the geezers say how awful teenagers are these days, teenagers have not evolved much throughout the years. The cliques, the "whose-who" and what he/she did last Saturday, the symbols of popularity/god-status, and, most especially, the gossip…
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"I heard from Abby, who heard from Michelle, who heard from Cassie that Piggy had a girlfriend."
"No. Way. Wait, who's Piggy?"
"You know, that fat kid from Pre-Calc. The one that wheezes like an eighty year old man in P.E?"
"Oooh… Eww! Who would ever date him?"
"I know, right?! Like, totes ew. I so can't believe that Ralph is friends with him."
"Football captain Ralph?"
"Is there anyone else?"
A round of giggles.
"Bloody hell, that boy is hot… Did you see him in the last football game?"
"And his uniform was clinging to those abs? Girl, the apocalypse couldn't stop me from seeing those abs and arse!"
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"I heard from Becky that Piggy's going to Prom with Martha."
"Wow. And here I thought that she was going to grow up to be a crazy cat lady. I owe Brad ten dollars now…"
"Ben! Don't be so mean!"
"What? You said the same thing last week!"
"Doesn't mean that you should say it now! And everyone knows that you don't take beats on a girl's love life!"
"…. So, do you think she'll get some?"
"Ben!"
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"I heard that Piggy and Martha are a thing now. Totally made out at the Doctor Who Con or something last week."
"Oh yeah? I heard Ralph slept with three girls. In one night!"
"Oh yeah? I heard that Jack Merridew's girlfriend is in law school in another part of London!"
"Oh yeah? I heard that Becky and Bill had sex in the janitor's closet during school!"
"Who's Bill?"
"Dunno…"
"Whatever. But I heard that Maurice Simmons went to a college frat party and organized the largest sex riot in London history. Bigger than Prince Harry's."
"Oh whatever man, there's no way that's tru-"
"Actually, it is. Best. Night. Evaaaar!"
"Maurice… What the bloody hell are you doing under the table?"
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"Ugh… I hate high school. I can't wait until I'm a senior…"
"Aw, cheer up Jackie! You have us!"
"Ralph. You are the main reason why I want to smash my face into that brick wall."
"You know you love me. Hey, how's that relationship thing with what's-her-face… Carol?"
"Kathleen. She hasn't texted me back since that party last weekend. Damn. She had a great arse too."
"She's in uni, Jack."
"So? You're single too. The only one in a relationship among us is Piggy…."
The two sighed heavily and looked at where the said two were lovingly feeding each other French fries in a semi-secluded table.
"We're pathetic."
"Hey, bros before hos, right? At last resort, we can always go to prom together?"
"Hell. No. I'd rather move to a small, backwater village in the middle of nowhere, rename myself Earl Dick and herd goats in the Scottish highlands for the rest of my sad pathetic existence until I finally die of complications from eating nothing but dandelions and potato mash for fifty-some-odd years."
"Well geez. Just trying to start some bromance."
"You can start by coming to the library with me and picking out a solo for my tryout for Les Mis. I'm thinking Jean Valjean… Or Marius Pontemercy…."
"Fiiine. Anything to distract me from Chemistry. Stupid Stoichiometry and its stupid complicated-ness…"
"Then stop sleeping in that class!"
"I dreamed a dream that Chemistry would diiiie! When ions would not exist and equations balance themselvesss. I dreamed that my GPA would never diiiiee. Because the study of elements is make-beliiieeee-eeee-EEEEEEEVVEE!"
"Save it for choosing my solo! Also, that D was a tad flat….."
