It is officially the last day of secondary school today… I made it to secondary two! Yay!
…Enough said.
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When the six diplomats got back to their lodgings they were immediately met with a hell lot of hubbub and attention.
"How was it? Did he agree?"
"Yes, yes he did."
"How?"
"I told you, we have volunteered to help in his… pranks."
Mei Keen raised a skeptical eyebrow. "What pranks?"
Po Linn smirked. "Evil pranks. Now, what do you all need? Our dear ghost has agreed to send them over now."
~*~
In less than fifteen minutes their bags had fallen from nowhere, totally defying the purpose of having ceilings, considering the fact that they seemed to fall through them. After several thoughtful bags landing on random heads and people scuffling for their own educational rights the room calmed down sufficiently.
The OASWHC (as mentioned in the seventh chapter) were sitting in a perfect circle with a proper radius and circumference. "Understanding our Past" was the reference text in question as highlighters diligently highlighted the main points of the concept of the Housing Development Board. Mdm. Azizah almost cried with relief as she sat by, correcting their social studies worksheets; at least she was currently teaching the more docile ones.
Miss Ng and Mrs. Tong, however, were currently wishing that they were supervising lower primary recess. Teaching 6I was bad enough, but teaching a hyperactive and sprawled-on-the-floor half of 6I was beyond what they considered as profession; it was more of a severe test of expertise.
The Ministry of Education had them trained to conduct lessons in classrooms in four walls and ceiling fans with fluorescent lightings and the students on chairs at desks, not in a packed dormitory with people lying on carpets or slouching on a bunk bed.
The worse part of it? Redwall had no whiteboard. Oh the horror. You could just see the galvanized look on Miss Ng's face when she whirled instinctively around to demonstrate an algebra problem with her marker on hand only to almost decapitate herself on a blank wall.
In the end the math teacher had to spend the time recovering from the eye-to-eye incident with the white-washed wall and Mrs. Tong was forced to take over.
Some of the girls in the class, namely Diana, Shu, Inez, Po Linn and Sara were missing from this study group. They had gone off to acknowledge their recent alliance with a certain diabolical supernatural being, and were not very likely to be due until the evening, in which the abbot would invite the guests down for the feast.
… In which the time in between allowed for a lot to happen.
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Shrieking came from a certain room in a certain corridor in the abbey.
Inside, Matthias was flouncing about the room, lifting up the rug here, upsetting a bedside table there. His family and all other abbey members had thoughtfully vacated the area around the room as though it were a nuclear zone.
"Where is it? I swore I left it here just now!"
Mother Mellus ventured bravely forward to stick her head in the doorway, ducking slightly as an ornamental vase flew out of the room, its contents littering the floor with flowers. "What's wrong, Matthias?"
The disgruntled mouse managed to pause slightly as he shot the badger a death glare, the situation not improving his foul mood any. "Someone took my sword."
Mother Mellus nodded in sympathy, "well, I hope you find it soon. I'll tell you if I see it."
She then promptly backed out and went down the corridor, leaving Matthias to his search. Somehow she had a very strong feeling she knew who had taken the weapon in question. The mother badger stifled her silent chuckles.
Another vase flew out from the room.
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From a gap in the attic the six miscreants watched the warrior in placid amusement.
Sara fingered the well-crafted sword in awe, her eyes shining so brightly she reminded Po Linn acutely of Gollum.
Martin smirked slightly. "He would have guessed it was me by now, but he wouldn't be finding it so easily. I need your help very much now."
Shu tore her eyes away from the ruckus in the room below. "Why?"
Martin did an exaggerated mock-bow. "You would be taking a little trip down to the cellars soon."