The lobby began buzzing again as people started making their way back to the gymnasium. That was right, I remembered, the bell meant that the final stage was about to start. I reluctantly made a heel-face turn back towards the gym, wanting to wait for my friends but also not wanting to lose a good spot in the audience. Washed along in the moving crowd like a leaf in a stream, I coasted through the orange double doors and soon found myself surrounded by a sea of people. In order to not drown in them, I must swim – and swim I did. Craning my neck and treading water, my afloat bobber spied Mr. Sibba, Ms. Uni, and Mr. Seal all on the stage.
"Welcome back, beings!" roared Mr. Sibba into the microphone after a few more minutes of waiting. "Thank you for your patience during this… intermission. The time to begin the final stage is almost upon us! But first, I'd like to give a special shoutout to all of our sponsors..."
As Mr. Sibba continued speaking, a small fingertap on my shoulder caught my attention. It was Randy.
"The rest of the class is over there, if you want to join us," he whispered, and I nodded, eager to escape the cluster of tall strangers. We wove our way back to more familiar faces, though I noticed that Owen was gone again, and Jeremy was still missing. I had just seen Owen during lunch, but not Jeremy. I'd no clue where he'd disappeared off to.
"Now, it's time to introduce the six students who made it this far!" announced Mr. Sibba, swirling his trenchcoat like a cape.
"First up, we have Avonte!" Despite the applause, Avonte still looked sullen and pointed.
"Next up is Tim!" Tim closed his eyes, crossed his arms, and smirked condescendingly.
"Third is Wilma!" Wilma was a short, rich-looking blonde girl. I recognized her as the other finalist from Tim's group.
"Fourth, shep!" shep closed his eyes as well, put one hand on his hip, and raised his hand as a form of greeting.
"Fifth, Julia!" Julia's expression remained neutral behind her single-lens glasses.
"And finally, last but not least, we have Lucian!" The opera rap metal gospel music began playing again as the silver-haired boy's name was announced. Clearly, the intention was that he was favored to win. So that meant that he wasn't going to win, right?
"Oh man, so cool," said William. "I wonder who's gonna win."
"Are you going to spell along with them again?" I asked.
"I'm gonna try," he admitted. "I'll probably get a bunch of them wrong, though."
"Shh," shushed Jenny. "They're about to start."
"Avonte, you're up first," began Mr. Sibba. "Your first word is apology."
"A-p-o-l-o-g-y." Now that I knew that he was a poet, Avonte's voice seemed more rich and mediocre.
"Correct. Tim, you're next. Your word is sentence."
"S-e-n-t-e-n-c-e."
"These are big words right off the bat!" whispered Kathleen excitedly.
"Well yes," remarked Randy. "This is the final stage, after all."
"V-i-s-c-e-r-a-l."
"Correct. shep, your word is fact."
"F-a-c-t."
"Correct. Julia, your word is multiple."
"M-u-l-t-i-p-l-e."
"Correct. Lucian, your word is squawked."
"S-q-u-a-w-k-e-d." The final stage of the spelling bee didn't come to play, but apparently neither did Lucian.
"Correct." Compared to the loud, hectic, and chaotic atmosphere in the various sections of the first stage, the final stage was a lot more tense and quiet – it was almost like watching a golf game or some other high-level sporting event, where the whole audience was dripping in sweat and holding their breath. Every time someone spoke, it was like a drop in the bucket of shattered silence.
"Avonte," dripped Mr. Sibba. "your word is malicious."
"M-a-l-i-c-i-o-u-s."
"Correct. Tim, your word is adhesive."
"A-d-h-e-s-i-v-e."
"Correct. Wilma, your word is Cypress."
Wilma paused for a second, lilting her head to the side slightly. "Do you mean Cyprus like the island, or Cypress like the knees?"
Mr. Sibba raised the one eyebrow we could see inquisitively, or at least I assumed he did. He wasn't facing me, so I couldn't see his face. "Neither. Cypress, as in the kind of tree."
"Yeah," said Wilma. "That's the knees. Specifically, the bee's knees. C-y-p-r-e-s-s."
"Correct."
"She's right," quipped Kiki. "Cypress knees are an important part of the temperate wetland environment."
"Whoa," said Kathleen. "It's amazing that you know that, Kiki."
"Thanks… I guess," she replied, scratching her ear with one of her fingers. "Anyways, this is getting kinda boring."
"What do you mean?" I asked, though deep down, in my Eldunarí, I knew there were plenty of reasons why a kindergartener would find a spelling bee boring.
"They're all too good," she said. "So no one's gonna get out. It'd be like watching paint dry, when we could be watching grass grow. Let's go somewhere else."
"Lucian, your word is paradigm."
"P-a-r-a-d-i-g-m."
"Correct." I quickly glanced around at the other students nearby. They all seemed to be paying attention to the spelling bee. "I don't know, I think everyone wants to stay here and watch."
"Yeah," agreed Kathleen. "We wanna see if Julia wins."
"Mm," said Kiki disapprovingly, but she didn't object any further and went back to staring at the stage.
"Tim, your word is apothecary."
"A-p-o-t-h-e-c-a-r-y." Tim looked down his large nose at the being before him.
"Correct. Wilma, your word is resolution."
"R-e-s-o-l-u-t-i-o-n."
"Correct." I just had a random realization that these were supposed to be actual, human, beings. "shep, your word is cloth."
"C-l-o-t-h."
"Correct. Julia, your word is independent."
"I-n-d-e-p-e-n-d-e-n-t."
"Correct. Lucian, your word is unfortunately."
"U-n-f-o-r-t-u-n-a-t-e-l-y."
"Correct." Mr. Sibba went through all six finalists two more times after this without any errors, and I was starting to understand how Kiki felt. The frantic excitement of the first stage had left, and all that was left was to see were the highly skilled opponents waiting for one another to make a mistake. The tension was higher for sure, but the payoff wasn't quite frequent enough to convince my tiny kindergarten brain to stay engaged. Looking around the crowd, I could see other people starting to lose interest, grow restless, and start their own side-conversations.
"Julia, your word is mesmerizing."
"M-e-z-m-e-r-i-z-i-n-g."
Mr. Sibba paused dramatically. "Incorrect," he stated, his deep, microphone-amplified voice reverberating throughout the gymnasium. The buzzer played, and Julia crossed her arms like a mummy in a coffin and started sweating dangerously. The opera-like metal rap gospel music began playing again.
"Lucian, can you spell mesmerizing?"
Lucian drew his metaphorical nodachi, becoming surrounded by a powerful purple aura complete with levitating rocks. "M-e-s-m-e-r-i-z-i-n-g."
"Correct! Lucian scores the first elimination of the final stage!" roared Mr. Sibba uproariously. Julia appeared to be whispering something for a few seconds, but eventually composed herself and walked off stage hastily.
"Aw, man!" said William. "She was really the first one out?"
"Remember," said Randy, a mix of disappointed and relieved, "we're still only kindergarteners compared to these other older students."
"I guess," said William disheartenedly. "I still wanted our class to win though."
"So now that Julia's out," re-piped up Kiki, "Does that mean we can - "
The buzzer played again, causing us to all jump and look back to the stage. A technologically produced bass-drop of many trombones blasted through the opera-like metal rap gospel music, like a Blast Katana.
"What?" bellowed Lucian.
"Avonte," began Mr. Sibba. "Can you spell complementary?"
"C-o-m-p-l-e-m-e-n-t-a-r-y," spelled Avonte, drawing his blood red katana from its jet black sheath and slicing Lucian's nodachi in half instantaneously as if it were a dead red leaf returning to the earth from a dead black tree. Any side conversations that had still been going on hushed to a silent halt.
"Correct," uttered Mr. Sibba. "Immediately after eliminating Julia, Lucian finds himself eliminated by Avonte!"
A few feet away, William gasped in shock. "Oh man! He got taken out too?"
Lucian's purple aura dissipated and the rocks clattered back to the ground. All metaphorically, of course, he had only been outspelled by Avonte. As he slowly came to grips, specifically death grips, with his new reality, he swaggered off the stage, the same way a grandma that had been drinking too much eggnog swaggers out the door into the snow. Fortunately, he didn't get run over by a reindeer… unless it was a metaphorical reindeer.
"I… wasn't expecting that," inputted a voice from behind me. I turned to see Rachel had spoken up.
"Which one?" asked Jacques, who had stood at the back of the group because he was tall. "Julia, or Lucian?"
Rachel pondered her answer for a second before replying. "Neither of the eliminations on their own are surprising, but this specific combination of them is… unexpected."
I sort of agreed with her, but not enough to make a corny dentist-or-stamp-collector-themed joke about it. I called Lucian losing, I thought, but I didn't expect it to be so quick. I also didn't expect Julia to get out so early. Oh well, if there's one thing I'm always learning at Paige Prep, it's to expect the unexpected. I've gotta stay on my toes.
Kathleen turned back to Kiki, her attention towards the spelling bee invigorated. "See? Still wanna leave after that?"
"Tbh, yeah, kinda," admitted Kiki, making sure to spell out the 'tbh'. "Now that Julia's out, I don't really care who wins."
"You don't care about shep?" asked William.
"A-actually," said Eli, "I think shep's gonna get out next."
"What?" asked Kristy. "But he's at the end."
I thought I understood what Eli was talking about. "Yeah, but Avonte's at the beginning," I said. "Which makes shep right in front of him."
"Oh yeah," said Kathleen, "because it circles around."
"Speaking of circle around," inputted Kiki again, "Let's take a circle around the lobby."
"Fine, let's go," I said, a bit annoyedly. Now that Julia was out, I admittedly wasn't too interested in the results of the spelling bee, but I didn't see what else there was to do here.
"I'll come too," said Jenny. "If Tim wins, I don't want to be around to see it."
"You still hung up about that, brother?" asked Kristy.
"Huh?" asked Jenny. "Yeah, of course. He might have gotten you out on the first round, but he was so mean about it, for no reason." She paused for a second. "Why, are you?"
"Nah, it's not good to hold grudges," said Kristy, laughing bromeantically. "A lot of the ghosts I bust are spirits of grudges held by people who are long dead." It was amazing how casually she talked about this. "So the less grudges we all have, the easier my job is!"
Jenny smiled thinly. "That makes sense, in like, a Scooby-doo way," she said. "But if you aren't mad about it, it doesn't do me much good to be mad either." She turned back towards Kiki and I before looking over her shoulder at Kristy. "We'll be right back."
As line leader, I got to the door first, and held it open for the girls (but not in that way). Before I stepped away to let it close, I spotted an average blond figure moving towards me through the crowd: Randy.
"Jordan, wait up," he hisspered, his speedwalking strides closing the distance between the edge of the crowd and the door quickly. "I'm coming too."
"Why, what's up?" I asked, as he joined me behind the doors in the lobby. The girls were a few paces ahead of us since I had stayed back to wait for him.
"Do you know where Owen and Jeremy are?" he asked.
"No," I admitted. "Why, do you?"
"No," he answered. "But as Mr. Pony's assistant, I need to make sure everyone in the class is always supervised, so no one goes off to cut class or gets lost."
"I saw Owen during lunch, but I don't think I've seen Jeremy since the beginning of the spelling bee."
"I haven't seen either of them since we got here. Where'd you see Owen during lunch?"
I waited a second before we rounded the corner, still a few paces behind the girls, to answer. "He came up to us while we were waiting in line here, and then… we went to the bathroom, and after we left there, he came back this way."
"You two… went to the bathroom?" I could hear the confusion and disbelief in his voice.
"Yeah," I said, looking away slightly embarrassedly. "It's kind of a long story. We were checking to see if one of the sinks worked."
"Why?" he asked, before adding "Did it?"
"Yeah," I answered his second question first. "And… that's also a long story. It'd be easier to just show you."
"All right," he agreed hesitantly. After telling Kiki and Jenny what we were doing, we split off from the group to investigate.
"Correct. shep, your word is blimp."
"B-l-i-m-p."
"Correct. Avonte, your word is unconstitutional."
"U-n-c-o-n-s-t-i-t-u-t-i-o-n-a-l." Every letter out of Avonte's mouth was like an additional slice from his blood-red katana.
"Correct. Tim, your word is..." Mr. Sibba squinted at the card to try to pronounce the word. "consanguineously."
"C-o-n-s-a-n-g-u-i-n-o-u-s-l-y."
"Incorrect." The buzzer played.
The top of Tim's face broke into a cold sweat, turning a nervous shade of blue. "Wh-what?" he sputtered preposterously. "Impossible! I cannot be incorrect."
"BAAAAH!" said Jacques in the crowd, drawing the attention of a few surrounders. He quickly covered his mouth with his hands, his eyes widening in embarrassment. The laughter of a large man echoed somewhere in the distance.
"Wilma, can you spell consanguineously?"
"C-o-n-s-a-n-g-u-i-n-e-o-u-s-l-y."
"Correct," rumbled Mr. Sibba, a purr of sweet, salty satisfaction entering his voice. "Timothy has been eliminated."
"No!" insisted Tim. "No, no NO! I spelled that correctly! I am never wrong!"
"BAAAAH!" "BAAAAH!" These ones came out a little distorted through Jacques' hands-covered mouth. These ones drew even more attention from the crowd, and a few angry shushes. Jacques shut his eyes and began to cry.
"Never say never!" shrieked Ms. Uni knee-jerk reflexively in their 2006-Justin-Drew-Bieber-like voice.
"Indignant imps!" continued Tim. "I demand you change the spelling of that word to how I spelled it at once!"
"That's not possible," said Mr. Sibba.
"BAAAAH!"
"SHUT UP!" came an angry shout from somewhere in the crowd. Jacques made a face-heel turn and ran out into the lobby, tears streaming down his gaunt face. A distressed Kathleen looked back and forth between the door and the stage a few times before heading after him.
"Dr. Bear," continued Mr. Sibba. "If you wouldn't mind showing Timothy off the stage." Dr. Bear stepped up onto the stage, one of her hands on her sunglasses. Eventually, Tim begrudgingly conceded and slunk off the stage like a male lion who had lost his pride and had his mane shaven off.
"How rich," said Julia, who had stealthily rejoined the remainders of the Kindergarten class in the audience.
"Uaah!" said Kristy, surprised by her voice. "When'd you get here?!"
"So if the sink didn't work," I finished explaining, as Randy and I entered the main area of the bathroom, "it would mean that I had actually been to the bathroom."
"All right," said Randy, walking over to the sinks. "Which one is it?"
"The one on the left."
Randy turned the tap on the left sink, but no water came out. I heard the buzzer play faintly in the distance.
"What the heck?" I said in my outside voice, wishing that I was allowed to say a word worse than heck to really emphasize the confusion I was feeling. "No way. That's impossible."
"Are you sure it wasn't the other one?" he asked, already stepping over to the right.
"⍰ I have checked this sink 3 times today. I'm pretty sure I would remember which one it was."
"The other one works fine," Randy said, turning on the other sink.
"Yeah, that's not the point though. Both of them worked when I was here during lunch."
"I thought you said that only one worked?"
"That was at first. It only worked when I had to prove it to Owen."
"Of course it did." Randy sighed, before going back to fiddling with the tap on the broken sink. "How did he get it to work, though? Is there some trick to it that he knows and we don't?"
"Well if he did know something like that," I surmised, looping my finger to my mouth thoughtfully, "it would mean that he had been in the bathroom at some point."
Suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. Randy and I both jumped, whirling to see who could be entering. "Jacques, wait!" I heard Kathleen's voice from outside as a weeping Jacques sped down the corridor towards us.
"Jacques?" I asked. "What are you doing here? Are you okay?"
Jacques stiffened up a little, wiping his face and trying to stop the tears. Clearly, he didn't expect other people to be here. "I just, uh, had to leave the gymnasium is all," he sniffed, before adding: "How come you're in here again, Jordan?"
"I was showing Randy the sink thing," I explained. "You were there with me and Owen, do you remember if he did some trick to make it work?"
Jacques cleared his throat. "You were the one that turned on both sinks, Jordan. Owen and I just watched."
I blinked in surprise, his voice triggering the memory to reappear in my brain. "That's right," I said, also remembering another crucial detail. "And... the sink I turned on was different." I walked up to the sink, taking a really close look at it as I explained "This sink has a tap to turn on the water, but the one from lunch had a motion sensor."
"Yeah, that's right, I remember" agreed Jacques, peering at the tap sink curiously. "This sink looks a lot older, too."
"So the sink itself… was changed?" asked Randy in disbelief. "Twice, too? How is that possible?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "But it would explain why it only worked that one time." I flashed back to the day before, when I had washed my hands side by side with Owen in this very room. "Ah, no, it worked yesterday as well."
Thump thump thump. Someone was knocking on the bathroom door. "Jacques! Are you okay in there?"
"That sounds like Kathleen," said Randy. "She can't come in the boys' room, it's against the ru-ules."
"I think she's worried about you, Jacques," I said. "Let's go see what's up."
William bit his lower lip and sweated intensely. He was paying so much attention to the final three of this spelling bee.
"Correct," stated Mr. Sibba. "Avonte, your word is counterintuitively."
"C-o-u-n-t-e-r-i-n-t-u-i-t-i-v-e-l-y."
"Correct. Wilma, your word is authoritarianism."
"A-u-t-h-o-r-i-t-a-r-i-a-n-i-s-m."
"Correct. Shep, your word is whaling."
shep put his hand to his chin and looked to the side thoughtfully before speaking. "What kind of whaling is it? Is it like a siren wailing, or whale fishing."
"The whale fishing," clarified Mr. Sibba. "Which by the way, is illegal in Nebraska, America."
"Hmmng," emitted Mr. Pony from somewhere in the crowd. "No wonder they confiscated my fishing license."
"Well, I dunno where that is," said shep pleasantly, "but, w-h-a-l-i-n-g."
"Correct. Avonte, your word is intellectualization."
"I-n-t-e-l-l-e-c-t-u-a-l-i-z-a-t-i-o-n."
"Correct. Wilma, your word is anachronistically."
"A-n-a-c-h-r-o-n-i-s-t-i-c-a-l-l-y."
"Correct. shep, your word is fuzzy."
"F-u-z-z-y."
"Correct. Avonte, your word is unforgiveableness."
"U-n-f-o-r-g-i-v-a-b-l-e-n-e-s-s."
"Correct. Wilma, your word is honorificentibusque."
"H-o-n-o-r-i-f-i-c...e-n...t-i-b-u-s...q-u...a-e," spelled Wilma, feeling her way through the unfamiliar word.
Mr. Sibba took a second to double check the card. "Incorrect." The trombones began building up to another bass drop.
"Sorry everyone else was being so mean," said Kathleen, now that we were back in the lobby. "It's not like you can help that you go BAAAAH when somebody lies."
"It's okay," Jacques reassured her. "This happens to me whenever somebody lies in front of a crowd." He then looked down slightly embarrassedly. "Which… happens more often than you'd think." Then he smiled, closing his eyes. "At least you guys understand."
"Aw," said Kathleen sympathetically.
"Besides," continued Jacques. "We found something weird in the bathroom."
"Weird, how?" asked Kathleen, putting her finger to her cheek skeptically. "It's not something gross, is it?"
"N-no," I inputted, reassuring her. "It's nothing like that. It's more… mysterious."
"Ooh," she said. "I like mysteries. What is it?"
"We think one of the sinks in the bathroom keeps changing between an old, broken tap sink to a new, working motion sensor sink," said Randy.
"What? How?"
"We don't know yet," I admitted, before getting a sudden idea. "Ah, but maybe you could help us find out."
"Really? How?" she seemed excited to help out.
"Could you check out the girls' bathroom for us, and tell me what kind of sinks it has?"
Jacques looked confused. "How would that explain the sink changing?"
"I don't know if it would," I admitted, "but I still… think it'd be important to know somehow. Call it dentist's intuition."
"Is that even a thing?" asked Kathleen. "But yeah, I can go check it out. You guys can wait outside." We grouped up and started walking around to the other side of the lobby, when we ran into the lone Kiki, heading back our way and munching on some popcorn.
"Kiki," Randy said. "Where's Jenny?"
"Oh, she went to the restroom. I was gonna go with her, but she said I shouldn't lose my spot in line."
Suddenly, the buzzer played from the gymnasium.
"Ah, that's another one," I said.
"Should we go back and see who's still in?" asked Randy.
"I thought we were going to the girls bathroom?" asked Kathleen.
"Jenny's already in the bathroom," said Jacques. "We could just ask her when she gets back."
"Actually," said Kiki, "She said she'd meet me back in the gym. So yeah, we should just go back."
"I'm still going on ahead anyways," said Kathleen, breaking off from the group. Jacques and Kiki began heading back as well, but Randy and I took a bit longer to scan the area for Owen or Jeremy once more.
"Well, it may have taken you forever to spell it, but that's correct!" said Mr. Sibba. The trombones suddenly radio-static cut into a blaring, explosive beat. "Wilma has been eliminated."
"Wow, amazing!" said shep, holding his hands up like Lana Del Rey. "I can't believe I got that right. I just guessed." After shep added insult to injury, Wilma exited stage left, leaving only shep and Avonte remaining.
"shep, your word is cradle."
"c-r-a-d-l-e."
"Correct."
Though our search for Owen and Jeremy turned up negative, on our way back to the gymnasium from the bathroom, Randy and I passed by a trophy case. I took a glance at the trophy case. Inside were multiple trophies and plaques, probably from different sports or other competitions the school's students had won. A particularly large wooden frame caught my eye, especially once my eye recognized the text on the top of the frame.
PLACE PREPARATORY SCHOOL SPELLING BEE WINNERS
"Oh," I said out loud, stopping to inspect the frame. "Hey Randy, check this out."
Mr. Sibba cleared his throat deftly, even his deep voice experiencing strain after judging both the first stage and the final stage for so long. "Avonte, your word is… esskeetit."
Avonte bowed his head slightly to look Mr. Sibba dead in the eye. "Excuse me?"
"No," inputted shep, holding his hands up disarmingly. "I believe he said… esskeetit."
"I know what he said," affirmed Avonte calmly. "I just don't believe that's a word."
"I've never heard of it either, but it's what's on the card here," said Mr. Sibba. "Er, I can't show you two." Mr. Sibba produced his lasso and spun it around his head several times before lassoing Ms. Uni and pulling her next to him on stage.
"Uwah," said Ms. Uni.
"What does this card say?" asked Mr. Sibba, showing the card to his differently colored compatriot.
"Esskeetit!" said Ms. Uni in her 2006 Justin Bieber-like voice.
"So there you have it, boys," said Mr. Sibba. "The word is indeed esskeetit. But can you spell it?"
"E-s-k-e-t-i-t," spelled Avonte frustratedly.
"Incorrect," said Mr. Sibba dramatically. Avonte's frustration was already apparent in his molten, sunken eyes, bathed in shadow under his heavy brow as the buzzer played, as well as his clenched, chiseled cheekjaw.
"Huh? What is it?" Randy turned away from the half-opened orange double doors and looked back towards me.
"The winners of the previous spelling bees are on this frame," I said, before turning back to the frame in the case. My little eyes peered through the glass, trying to make out the smaller text beneath the frame's title. "Maybe we'll recognize one of the names from today."
"Really? Let me see," he said, making his way back over towards the trophy case and letting the door swing shut as the buzzer played.
After focusing, my eyes scanned the vast list of names beneath the title, one by one. "Huh?" They then began scanning faster, widening in so much disbelief that my contacts almost fell out. "What?"
"shep, can you spell esskeetit?"
"Can i?" asked shep, in utter bliss at being able to spell one of his favorite words ever. "E-s-s-k-e-e-t-i-t."
The WATCH Tower bell tolled in the distance as a flock of mixed crows and doves flapped in slow motion around shep, the flaps of their wings blowing his elegant mane and the lighting giving him a golden and almost sparkly presence. All metaphorically, of course.
"Correct," mouthed Mr. Sibba, and although no words came out, everyone knew what had been said as Avonte's blood-red katana, forged and folded one-thousand times in the fires of a dying Japanese stainless steel red star, shattered into one-thousand pieces. "And with that… the winner of the Three-Hundred-and-Sixty-Second Paige Prep Spelling bee is…
"R…Randy," I began, not sure how to continue.
"What's wrong, Jordan?" Randy approached my shoulder from behind and looked over it, sensing my distress.
"Look." I pointed, a strange feeling of unusual terror washing over me. Engraved on the plaque attached to the wooden frame was one name, the same name, repeated countless times:
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