A/N: Well, I haven't been reading MLIA in a while, sorry... did any of you see that post a week or so ago that said "Boner" 2,352 times? Yeah, that made me lose hope in humanity for a little while, then I wrote some depressing poetry, moped around in my room, ate some ice cream, and then felt better. /emo emo
Anyways, today was our last day of school (well, next week's exams, but those don't count,) and this chapter mostly consists of things that happened today. Gosh, I love my school. xD
No intentional typo today, so if you can find one, please let me know.
Disclaimer: *sniff* don't own Vocaloid or MLIA. Though if I DID own MLIA, I'd do something about the trolls... seriously, that's what Art of Trolling is for...
Seeing as the Vocaloid High School was fairly crazy to begin with, it came as no surprise that the last day of school should be twenty times worse.
In first period, the principal came on the loudspeaker and said, "Pardon the interruption, but as it is the end of the year, the office receives many calls wishing the graduating seniors luck. We received this one call which I will now play for you… once again, pardon the interruption, but I had to share this."
The sounds of strained breathing filled the school, and then a voice boomed, "Students, seniors, teachers, faculty and staff, I have located the Rebel base and your efforts of resistance are futile." It was a perfect Darth Vader impression. The message continued on to say Imperial ships were closing in and they would soon be defeated, and closed with, "As for the graduating seniors, I would like to inform you that the Empire is now accepting internships."
"Once again, please forgive the interruption, have a nice day," the principal concluded, clearly trying not to laugh.
In second period, one class was watching a movie when suddenly, a teacher ran by their door screaming, "Burn it! Burn it! Kill it with fire! KILL IT WITH FIIRREEE!" They poked their heads out the door to see one blue-haired man rounding the corner, with no explanation in sight…
In third period English class, they crowded around their teacher's desk silently until she glanced up at them. "Can I help you?"
"So, Ms. Megurine, you looking forward to your date tomorrow?" Gumi inquired cheerfully.
"You have to tell us aaaallllll about it during exams next week," Rin demanded mischievously.
For a moment, the teacher looked like she was about to eat them, but then she smiled. "Off to your seats, children, we've got learning to do."
Fifteen minutes into class, she was just about to divide them into groups and make them do review work when the class suddenly began cheering at the top of their lungs. They had the immense satisfaction of seeing her dumbfounded expression turn to disbelief and then irritation as she noticed the bashful-looking pizza delivery man standing in the door, holding a stack of pizzas.
After the initial round of noise died down, Piko, one of the people who'd organized it, shouted, "Ms. Megurine, you bought us pizza?" Which earned another full minute of laughter from the class as the poor delivery man stood there looking uncomfortable and their teacher realized the expression she was wearing and attempted to mask it. Piko and a few other students got up and paid the man, then spread out the pizzas on a few desks and began distributing it to the class.
"Hey, Ms. Megurine, you want some?" Gumi offered, holding out a plate to her.
"N-no, I've already eaten, so… well… actually… that does smell really good…" Reluctantly, she accepted the slice, at which the class gave another round of cheers. "You guys are way too easy to please," she huffed, although she really should've realized that earlier.
Hearing the noise that was probably audible halfway across the school, Mr. Kamui poked his head through the door, saying, "What's going on, do you have a sub or some – ooh, pizza." He grabbed one of the full boxes and walked into the hallway with it, then returned five seconds later and set it back down. "Haha, just kidding. But really, could I have a slice? Please?" Len handed him a slice, and the History teacher thanked him, thumbs-upped the class, winked at Luka, and departed.
Ten minutes later, everyone had finished up and the seven pizza boxes neatly stacked twice the height of the recycle bin. Then, they attempted to get on with the "learning" thing, but they didn't really do anything for the rest of the class.
At lunch, the cafeteria was less crowded than usual, because the seniors were having a barbeque and playing on a slip-and slide. Oh, well, the students remaining had an epic "Don't Stop Believing" sing-along without them.
During the last period of the day, the class took a short field trip outside to see some big, amazing moth their teacher had mentioned he'd seen on the side of the school. It wasn't there, and they returned disappointed. However, a few minutes later, they heard someone running through the hall singing the Phantom of the Opera theme song in "dun"s. They looked outside just to see someone in a Phantom mask and cape run by the room. He was soon followed by someone in a Darth Vader costume, singing the Imperial March. Lastly, someone in a Jaws costume ran by, singing his theme song as well. They waited, but no other musical villains sang their way by. Then someone rigged the bell to go off ten minutes earlier than usual, and all the teachers let them out anyways.
The last day of school was over, and the seniors who would soon be graduating were having a dance party in the lobby. Hugs, kisses, and tears were exchanged – the seniors were exempt from exams, the lucky jerks, and would be graduating that weekend. As for the one particularly weird class of Vocaloids, well, next year they would be Juniors…
A/N: *Sniffles* Gonna miss all my senior friends... congrats everyone who's graduating, good luck on exams for those who must take the dreaded things, and have a great summer, everyone! ^^
(P.S. If I get enough requests, I suppose I can write another something for Luka and Gakkun's date... *waggles eyebrows*)
