~ Real Life 6 ~
By: Anime Redneck
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Disclaimer: I don't own the GW Guys nor the SM Gals. I also, Do Not own, "Graduation (Friends Forever)" by Vitamin C... So no sueing!!
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II. May 25th, AC199 - Final Day of Hell High
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"Seniors!! OH! AH!!" The chant started from the back by one bored boy who sent the girls and guys near him into chanting, and the others near them into it before half the senior class was doing it. "SENIORS! OH! AH! Seniors!!"
"Quiet down!!" A Sensei barked out, "We know your happy to be graduating, but please keep it down or it'll take longer before going out."
A snort, "Your asking Maxwell to be quiet? You don't know him very well."
"Wu-man that's not nice!" Said boy turned pouting at him, his amethyst eyes shinning brightly.
Quatre chuckled, "Will both of you please take a chill pill?"
"This can't be happening... This can't be happening..."
"Would you chill out already! Geez... your not going to make it seem anymore unreal then it already is!" Makoto giggled quietly from her place in line. They hadn't yet started to fill the large stadium sized room with their class of two hundred sixty young men and women eager to go out and party. 'The practices don't have 'anything' on this!'
"Aww but I can't help it! Mako-chan!" Minako's face was alight with her normal bubbilness times ten added with the sparkle in her eyes of the day's events, and they hadn't even started yet! "This is sooo cool!!"
"HAI!!" just about everyone in hearing range around her quietly yelled out, not wanting to get reprimanded from their Sensei's that were overseeing the proceedings, even if there wasn't anything to worry about.
This was the day they had been waiting for all they're schooling years.
"Shhhh children, your time will be soon to come. Now please, keep the chatter down... Its time to start filling the seats."
'Finally!' they all thought hopping to stand as straight as they could making sure all clothing and hair were as it should be; none wished to look disheveled on the special day or dishonor their families by looking so.
"Hey! Psst! Hey Usagi!"
"Wha- huh?" Spinning around staring behind where the voice came from she stared at two of her closest friends, the other two being in front of her. She - somehow - managed to get sandwiched in-between the Senshi. 'Coincidence? I think not' she giggled.
Minako grinned at her, "Ya ready girl?"
She nodded, "Yes!" then shook her head, "No..." frowning she animatedly threw her hands in the air forcing back laughter, "Ahh hell... I don't know, but I'm REAL excited!" Both laughed engaging the other three in chitchat while they waited their turn to walk to their seating arrangements.
Once everyone was seated, quieted down and rested for the moment Mr. Williamson, head of the Juuban District stood from his seat approaching the podium.
"Welcome Sensei's, parents, siblings and most of all, the graduating students of AC199!" Loud applause shouts and whistles issued forth, waiting for them to quiet once more not deterred from the sudden activity. "I know it has long since been your wish to get away from the now newly nicknamed Juuban 'Hell High'..." more laughter arose from everyone, "So you can get out and on with your lives without having one Sensei or another telling you what to do. But never forget that you will always have someone watching what you do and suggesting what might be a better course of action. You cannot get away from prying eyes, suggestions and peoples spoken thoughts..." some people groaned or nodded in agreement, "But you can take them all in, looking them over, trying to figure which is best to suit you.
"One must never forget in their time of growth with all that can happen to them rather it be joy, sadness, shock, surprise and so on, never change." Smiling remembering this once said to himself and the confused looks that crossed the young faces then, the same the stared back at him now. "In time, one cannot hinder the process of changing. But one can take control of how they change. Never let someone else's options of you, actions or other things change you. Always remember you are who creates what you become, and only you can make the changes that will guide your life."
Letting age softened eyes roam over the large class he smiled, "Confused yet?" Almost as a whole the ocean of students before him nodded and voiced their answers of "HAI!" Gruffly chuckling into the mic he nodded, "As was I, when given the same speech. Don't worry, you'll figure it out as you grow, if you haven't forgotten it by then." Glancing behind him he smiled, "I think I'm holding up the stage for someone with my endless chatter so I will just wish you all the best that can come of your lives and that the Gods and Goddess' smile down on you always." With that he stepped down, letting the other take the stage.
A medium sized girl stepped forward only inches below standard height for her age, glasses perched rightly on her nose covering wisdom glowing eyes beyond her age. Her softly shinning hair flowed from under her navy blue hat like a small waterfall that curled under slightly an inch below her neck line, the blue and white tassel on her cap swinging while she walked, stepping up.
"Everyone, Minzo Ami" a lady standing at the other mic stationed at the far left announced as cheers and whistles went around.
Looking over the students in front of her giving a quick glance to the audience around her she nodded to all before looking back over her shoulder, "Arigatou Mr. Williamson." Turning back to the students, "Kon'nichi wa Minna!" giving pointed looks to different parts of the room, "Its been long in the coming for all of us, but the day is finally here!" her voice was happy and loud, not the timid girl they all once knew. Having ten best friends to be around, learning to have a good time, did a great deal for the small timid girl over the years. Oh she was still shy, but her voice was now strong and confident.
"I know once we leave this place we think we'll never look back. Never come back to see what's changed. But we must always remember what school has taught us, given to us. We've strived for four long years to reach this day. All the classes we had, tests we took, friends we made along the way. It was all for the best and helped shaped who we've become..." she paused, "Who we'll be.
"Each of us have dreams we want to reach. Dreams which may seem like they're too far out of our reach. I would like to tell you of a dream I had in eighth grade." Some people rolled their eyes and groaned but Ami went on, "In eighth grade - actually all though my schooling years - I was seen as the 'teachers pet' because I was smarter then most, got along better with the teachers then I did the students, being as quiet as I was then.
"My dream back then was to emerge from that version of myself, have friends and a normal life. But I knew, that that wasn't possible. I was too much the bookworm, didn't have the courage to go up to someone and start a conversation. Heck I didn't even know how!" Throwing up one arm waving it outward achieved some giggles, "In my freshman year, I was the same old Ami, I hadn't changed 'til one day in the hallway, a small girl bounded over to me asking for help. She was lost."
Some more giggled knowing who it was, "I helped her to her room thinking that was the last I'd see of her. At lunch that day I sat underneath the old Sakura tree quietly eating while I read a book, the same girl fell down right by me sitting Indian style smiling happily. I couldn't help but wonder why she was there. To make a long story short Minna... She introduced herself to me, we talked and became really good friends, later on I met her other friends, and to this day, we're all best friends.
"For nine years of my life I was alone, wishing I had someone that understood me, liked me for who I was, and wouldn't be scared off for my love of knowledge. My freshman year that dream came true - in an odd way - but it was fulfilled." Ami smiled warmly knowing her speech wasn't the greatest, but it had meaning.
"Dreams that seem out of reach to you might not be that far away. The people you meet, the people you know and ones you'll come to forget, might all play a part in reaching those dreams. You just have to believe in them." Giving a small bow as cheers and clapping reached her ears Ami smiled walking back to her seat.
Walking up to the mic was a short lady of 5'4" slightly rounded wearing a blue-gray dress suit and black shoes. Her salt and pepper hair was puffed up slightly held in place by untold amounts of hairspray, looking remarkably styled like the schools football helmets. Who was she? Juuban 'Hell High's' principle.
"Arigatou Ami. Welcome everyone! To the graduation of Juuban High's class of AC199!!" Mrs. Anson1 greeted smiling despite the groans and sour faces she got back from it. She wasn't highly liked among the students. "I'm glad to see all the faces out there tonight! I'll have to admit that I'm quite surprised to see all of you, I didn't think half of you would make it" more groans.
"Now, now... You know, the beginning of your Freshman year I sat at my desk holding my head in my hands, muttering to myself how this class wouldn't make it, let alone to their senior year." She giggled, "I mean lets admit it. As soon as you all set foot on the campus, you were either causing trouble, making ruckus, in SAC or visiting with the vice principal of choice." She grinned, "Not exactly graduation material you know?" people in the stands laughed nodding their heads knowing how their children acted throughout school.
"But I'm glad to say that I was wrong. It has been a pleasure to spend the last four years getting to know all of you, watching as you grew into fine young men and women." Her voice was sincere, "I believe this is the finest class that Juuban High has ever turned out. On that I congratulate you all." Clapping for them she turned glancing to the band that was setting up for the coming event.
"Now for today's ceremony we have a special person whom has requested to sing for us, all of you, in honor of your friendship and celebration, that you all achieved your hope of graduating." Shouts of 'Who is it?!' started filling the arena. Waving one hand trying to calm them she smiled, "I can't say, it was her wish to leave it that way. I'm sure you will all know who it is when she starts singing.
"Now students, parents and Sensei's please hold your applause until after the last name is called out." Giving a nod towards the band director she walked back to her spot on the stage where the other sensei's and school officials were waiting to greet the students as they walked along, marking transition from students to free young men and women.
Giving a grand wave of her wand striking up the beat, the strings started out softly, followed with a heavy beat from the drums. They played on repeating the same cords over and over while a squeaking noise started poking through the musical vale, that was created when two large panels of walling started to slide apart, reveling a section of the retractable bleachers slowing making its way into the light.
On those bleachers stood twenty-five of the choir members dressed in their light blue and white gowns. The two walls stopped with a loud clang echoing through the arena, effectively snapping the attention of everyone that wasn't already looking in that direction. Slowly, movement could be caught within the shadows of the bleachers hideaway.
A voice started out low and sweet as the band started to replay the cord once more, it sounded innocent and melodic capturing ones attention without much effort. Slowly a figure of 5'6" started to emerge from that darkness still singing, showing that, they too, wore the navy blue and white graduation gown and cap. Blonde hair shined like liquid gold under the bright lights of the arena spilling from under the cap like waves from a waterfall pooling around her feet.
People started whispering trying to figure out who she way, even with her hat on it hid who she was being at a distance from anyone in the graduating class, to catch a good glimpse of who she was. The only name they could give was the 'Golden Goddess'.
Bright azure blue eyes sparkled as the girl picked her head up waving one hand to everyone in greeting, showing off her lovely heart shaped face. Once she found her position in front and to the right between the choir and band she started swaying side to side in time with the beat, setting off a chain reaction to the choir that started swaying with her. Nodding to the crowd standing on stage the names began to be called.
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And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25,
I keep thinking times will never change,
Keep on thinking things will always be the same,
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back,
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track,
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And so started the calling of names, some down the list, "Kino Makoto!" was called out as a tall Amazon looking girl standing 5'10 with lively brown hair hanging in curls about her shoulders, stepped onto the stage. Her navy blue cap was slanted on her head giving all a view of her shinning jungle green eyes and rosy lips. She had a body that spoke of being soft to the touch, but hid untold strength as the muscles in her arms and legs shifted while she walked across the stage.
Captain of the martial arts team, girls softball and president of the Home Economics club Makoto had the reputation of being a kind hearted girl, that would help out anyway she could but was not one to be messed with. She was known as the protector of her group of friends; you messed with one, you messed with her and them all. Smiling she stepped up to the principal hugged her, took the picture while taking her diploma and walked back off stage to her seat.
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And if you got something that you need to say,
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day,
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down,
These memories are playing like a film without sound,
And I keep thinking of that night in June,
I didn't know much of love,
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"Quatre R Winner!" Short flaxen haired boy of 5'4" stepped on stage, his still slightly chubby face smiling, sea-blue eyes shinning with joy as he walked to the first of many he had to greet, before stepping off the stage. His light skin color and hair led most to believe he was of American decent, but his eye color and accent let them know he was Arabian.
Quatre's baby face and kind manners gave way for many to befriend him and hid what he was truly capable of with a past he'd rather forget about. His intelligence led him to be second in command of the chess club and first chair in the violin section of orchestral band. Taking his diploma with one last hug he walked back to his seat.
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But it came too soon and there was me and you,
And then we got real blue,
Stay at home talking on the telephone,
We'd get so excited; we'd get so scared,
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair,
And this is how it feels,
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"Minzo Ami!" the young valedictorian stepped back on the stage, her sea-blue hair flowing in the light breeze softly, sapphire eyes twinkling as she walked forward. Deemed the genus of the school Ami was president of the senior class, head of the debate team, captain of the chess club and captain of the swimming team.
Well liked among the senseis, Ami was sometimes viewed as a teachers pet but didn't let the teasing get to her. After all she couldn't help it if the teachers intrigued her intellect more then the gossip going around the school's student body did. Thanking each, she kindly took her advanced diploma in hand before walking back to her seat.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
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"Duo Maxwell!" Hopping up on stage as his name was called he quickly dashed over pecking the lady on her cheek before shaking a few men's hands chatting to them before moving to the next. At 5'8" with a long chocolate brown braided rope hanging just above his bottom, with sparkling mischievous violet-blue eyes and bangs that hung into them, Duo was known as the schools American prankster. The only club he joined was the mechanics club.
Not a week went by that he wasn't in trouble over something, not a month could pass that he didn't spend some time in SAC over something he pulled. Tricks and jokes were his main cause of trouble and though loved by all, even the sensei's, his pranks sometimes went to far. Thus ending him up in SAC. His friendly out going nature was like a flame beckoning to the moths, drawing everything towards him.
Walking to the middle of the stage he stopped after shaking Mr. Williamson's hand, turning to face the audience he bowed lowly, one arm tucked behind his back, the other bent at his waist, he swept it outwards as he stood up grinning like a Cheshire cat listening to the laughter he got. Strolling over standing by the principal he ignored her mock glare, wrapping on arm behind her back as she did to him, while getting ready to take the picture.
Watching the cameraman's trigger finger closely for time of snap he grinned wider as it started to move. Leaning forward he placed a big sloppy kiss on Mrs. Anson's left cheek right as the cameraman pulled the trigger, heard the click and picture was taken capturing his sloppy kiss. Being the wise person Duo could be at times, he quickly took his diploma from her grasp turned jumping down all the stairs and ran back to his place in the rows of chairs. 'Almost over!' he mentally cheered.
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So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money,
When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule,
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"Baka."
"Hino Rei!" The raven haired girl snapped out of watching the braided boy sit down, shaking her head she walked on stage ignoring the snickers coming from behind her. Hair the color of night with twilight highlights, her eyes like violet flames, she had a small frame of 5'6" that hid her true strength. Also a member of the martial arts club she was known for being the second best to hold her own against the captain of the club.
She held presidents chair over the business club and was the schools own fiery Shinto priestess, who in her freshman year started a new club called The Occult, specializing in researching different types of religion and mysterious happenings around the area. She was the only other person in her tight nit group that joined Ami in the debate team, no one messed with her long enough to win a contest of wits. Taking her diploma she sat back down.
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Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye,
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly,
And this is how it feels,
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"Trowa Barton!" The lady called out as a tall man, skirmish taller then Makoto, standing 6'1", walked gracefully onto the stage with an emotionless face, but for one shinning olive green eye. His odd banged hairstyle hid half his angular face from view; his body was lithe and strong. As a former member of the circus, member of the gymnastics team and fencing, he was well known for his skills.
Walking by all standing adults of different committees of the school board he shook hands only giving a nod of his head in response to anything that was said to him. Standing to get his picture taken with Mrs. Anson he quickly ducked, turning out of her would-of-been hug walking off stage with his prize in hand, the corners of his lips curling upwards a little.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever
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Smiling the lady at the mic glanced to her left before calling out the next name, "Aino Minako!" the bouncing blonde of 5'6" hopped up the stairs smiling her hundred watt smile, those sky blue eyes sparkling brightly under the rooms light. Her blonde hair flowed around her in curly waves as she hurried across stage looking for the entire world like she was trying not to skip.
Minako was known as the Volleyball Princess, being the captain of the team and best player. She wasn't known as being the best upstairs but her smile, bright personality; kind heart and misquoted quotes won people over. Smile never faltering she thanked everyone, hugged the principle after the picture, bounded down the other steps and started latterly skipping back to her chair.
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Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end,
And suddenly it's like we're women and men,
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The lady called out the last name with a bit of pride, "Chang Wufei!" Nodding to the older woman the said boy walked on stage with age grown grace, which his training and practice provided. His skin shinned with its dark tan, ebony hair pulled back under his cap into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. Onyx eyes observed all around him, taking it all in as he went through the process of handshakes.
Standing at 5'9" he was a sight to see. His small but lithe form emitted the aura of strength and honor, his angular features and tanned skin let all know of his Chinese heritage, if his sense of honor and justice failed to alert them to it the first time. He was captain of the fencing team, member of the martial arts club and a member of the motorcycle/mechanics club.
His looks drew people towards him only to be pushed away by his non-talkative state. Though he was known as a scholar for his age the boy didn't talk much like his other companion Barton, they were both good listeners. Shaking the principals hand whilst she handed his diploma over with the other, she smiled at him wishing him luck; he nodded before heading back to his seat.
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Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye,
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly,
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"Yuy Heero!" the lady attentively called out subconsciously moving closer to her podium when a "Hn" was sent her way from the said boy of 5'8" his mop of unruly dark chocolate hair swaying as he moved, his bangs hanging well into his chiseled features partially hiding those cold stormy blues from sight. His height, strong facial attributes and tanned skin gave way to his Japanese heritage.
He was known as the Lone Wolf of Hell High. He did everything by himself - no help. His only friends seemed to be the four that he ate with, walked around with, but that was all he did. He seldom talked like the taller one of the group (whom he was most seen with). If he said something it was so low everyone had to shut up to hear it. The aura that surrounded him was one of mystery and intrigue, calling to people like a flame called moths.
But his flame was cold.
He was a member of only one club, the Fire Arms club. Much to the dismay of his friends who tried convincing him that he needed to get out and do something more with his time besides firing off his precious gun. So instead of joining anything else he settled for watching his comrades engage in what they did. Ohh the basketball, football and archery clubs all tried recruiting him, but he refused them with no excuses, just a "Iie" and walked away.
As he walked shaking peoples hands giving a curt nod here and there he moved swiftly wanting it all to be over with. His movements caused his gown to be pulled taunt across his chest and arms showing off the strong muscle that lay beneath. He was small and held no pity for the fool that tried messing with him.
Smirking he took his diploma and went to his place.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
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"EEK! It's almost time! It's almost time!" a small girl started running about the chairs throwing the mic to a red headed girl, "Thanks Sandra!" who would be covering her on the song while her turn came to Walk. Sandra flashed her a bright smile before starting where she left off while running to stand in her place in line, listening as the song continued, she noted that Sandra almost sounded like herself, but a tad bit lower then her own voice.
Smiling kindly the lady at the mic looked at the young girl before her, "Tsukino Usagi!" calling out her name she turned to watch as the bright bundle of joy hopped up the steps and to the first person hugging her instead of the hand shake the shocked woman was expecting; she laughed.
Tsukino Usagi *aka* The Heart of Hell High.
The girl had a heart that knew no boundaries, so bright it beckoned everyone to her. Those that disliked her for the over cheerful attitude and friends soon came to like her; those that were saddened of heart soon became light and happy after being around her. She was like a beacon in the night to lost ships at sea, guiding them home again.
Usagi wasn't a part of any intellectual groups at school. She was part of the Arts & Crafts club who mainly did things for the under privileged, every now and then she helped out the choir with things. Her friends never knew of that one, she giggled. No, no one knew she could sing. After bouncing around stage like her namesake, hugging everyone she stopped to take the picture with the principal, hugged her once more with tear filled blue eyes, before turning with her diploma heading for the stairs.
She didn't get to reach the first step down, when the lady at the other end of the stage took hold of the mic once more, pointing at her back, "Ladies and gentlemen, lets give it up for your Graduation Singer for the Class of AC199!!" she shouted out happily laughing as the golden bunny turned startled eyes and flushing cheeks towards her.
'That wasn't supposed to be said!' Usagi thought frantically finding herself smiling back at the older woman. True it wasn't supposed to be said who was singing, just 'cause she didn't want the others questioning her to death on how she could sing. If they found out on they're own, great, if not so be it. Giggling she bowed to the lady then to the crowd that burst into cheers, shouts, whistles and applause for her; she blushed deeper hearing the loudest of all, the shocked cries of her friends.
Shaking her head grinning she bowed once more before bouncing down the stairs back to her seat, her golden hair flying around her in thick waves. Sitting down she swept it all over her shoulder holding it close so others couldn't walk on it. She wanted to wear it in her odangos but the cap wouldn't fit on with them that way, so instead she had to wear it down, some pulled back into a small bun to keep out of her face, but the rest fell free, trailing inches on the floor.
Long hair was an understatement. Yes ladies and gentlemen... the Odango's did serve a purpose.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever...
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As the last name was called, everyone seated once more, the air of the arena was filled with excitement and anticipation as Mr. Williamson stood straightening his suit, walking over to the podium in the center of the stage. He smiled, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pride and honor that I present to you, the Graduating Class of After Colony One Hundred Ninety-nine!"
One little statement, so much noise.
Chairs skidded back as students jumped up throwing their caps high into the air cheering, laughing and crying as they hugged and slapped each other on the back in enthusiasm to finally be free! Hearing the pounding of gravel against podium wood, the kids settled down enough to find their hat - or ones hopped to be their hat - sat down and waited.
"Front rows please stand and file out down the middle, other rows may precede after the last person on the row before reaches you. You may go. Family members and friend may meet the students in the main meeting hall."
As everyone was filing out with little more then half the class to go, the loud speakers crackled once before a voice muffled by electrical interference came on, "Yeah! Live long in prosper man!"2 before going dead once more with peals of laughter from the kids.
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1 Mrs. Anson - heh my old school principle who's still at that school surprisingly... swear she was there when my Okasan and O-tochan went then there. ::chuckles::
2 Can anyone take a guess to who said this? No, not in a series, though if you know that too I'll give ya something. If you can tell me who said that in THIS fic, then I'll figure out something to give you. ^_^ ::laughs::
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By: Anime Redneck
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Disclaimer: I don't own the GW Guys nor the SM Gals. I also, Do Not own, "Graduation (Friends Forever)" by Vitamin C... So no sueing!!
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II. May 25th, AC199 - Final Day of Hell High
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"Seniors!! OH! AH!!" The chant started from the back by one bored boy who sent the girls and guys near him into chanting, and the others near them into it before half the senior class was doing it. "SENIORS! OH! AH! Seniors!!"
"Quiet down!!" A Sensei barked out, "We know your happy to be graduating, but please keep it down or it'll take longer before going out."
A snort, "Your asking Maxwell to be quiet? You don't know him very well."
"Wu-man that's not nice!" Said boy turned pouting at him, his amethyst eyes shinning brightly.
Quatre chuckled, "Will both of you please take a chill pill?"
"This can't be happening... This can't be happening..."
"Would you chill out already! Geez... your not going to make it seem anymore unreal then it already is!" Makoto giggled quietly from her place in line. They hadn't yet started to fill the large stadium sized room with their class of two hundred sixty young men and women eager to go out and party. 'The practices don't have 'anything' on this!'
"Aww but I can't help it! Mako-chan!" Minako's face was alight with her normal bubbilness times ten added with the sparkle in her eyes of the day's events, and they hadn't even started yet! "This is sooo cool!!"
"HAI!!" just about everyone in hearing range around her quietly yelled out, not wanting to get reprimanded from their Sensei's that were overseeing the proceedings, even if there wasn't anything to worry about.
This was the day they had been waiting for all they're schooling years.
"Shhhh children, your time will be soon to come. Now please, keep the chatter down... Its time to start filling the seats."
'Finally!' they all thought hopping to stand as straight as they could making sure all clothing and hair were as it should be; none wished to look disheveled on the special day or dishonor their families by looking so.
"Hey! Psst! Hey Usagi!"
"Wha- huh?" Spinning around staring behind where the voice came from she stared at two of her closest friends, the other two being in front of her. She - somehow - managed to get sandwiched in-between the Senshi. 'Coincidence? I think not' she giggled.
Minako grinned at her, "Ya ready girl?"
She nodded, "Yes!" then shook her head, "No..." frowning she animatedly threw her hands in the air forcing back laughter, "Ahh hell... I don't know, but I'm REAL excited!" Both laughed engaging the other three in chitchat while they waited their turn to walk to their seating arrangements.
Once everyone was seated, quieted down and rested for the moment Mr. Williamson, head of the Juuban District stood from his seat approaching the podium.
"Welcome Sensei's, parents, siblings and most of all, the graduating students of AC199!" Loud applause shouts and whistles issued forth, waiting for them to quiet once more not deterred from the sudden activity. "I know it has long since been your wish to get away from the now newly nicknamed Juuban 'Hell High'..." more laughter arose from everyone, "So you can get out and on with your lives without having one Sensei or another telling you what to do. But never forget that you will always have someone watching what you do and suggesting what might be a better course of action. You cannot get away from prying eyes, suggestions and peoples spoken thoughts..." some people groaned or nodded in agreement, "But you can take them all in, looking them over, trying to figure which is best to suit you.
"One must never forget in their time of growth with all that can happen to them rather it be joy, sadness, shock, surprise and so on, never change." Smiling remembering this once said to himself and the confused looks that crossed the young faces then, the same the stared back at him now. "In time, one cannot hinder the process of changing. But one can take control of how they change. Never let someone else's options of you, actions or other things change you. Always remember you are who creates what you become, and only you can make the changes that will guide your life."
Letting age softened eyes roam over the large class he smiled, "Confused yet?" Almost as a whole the ocean of students before him nodded and voiced their answers of "HAI!" Gruffly chuckling into the mic he nodded, "As was I, when given the same speech. Don't worry, you'll figure it out as you grow, if you haven't forgotten it by then." Glancing behind him he smiled, "I think I'm holding up the stage for someone with my endless chatter so I will just wish you all the best that can come of your lives and that the Gods and Goddess' smile down on you always." With that he stepped down, letting the other take the stage.
A medium sized girl stepped forward only inches below standard height for her age, glasses perched rightly on her nose covering wisdom glowing eyes beyond her age. Her softly shinning hair flowed from under her navy blue hat like a small waterfall that curled under slightly an inch below her neck line, the blue and white tassel on her cap swinging while she walked, stepping up.
"Everyone, Minzo Ami" a lady standing at the other mic stationed at the far left announced as cheers and whistles went around.
Looking over the students in front of her giving a quick glance to the audience around her she nodded to all before looking back over her shoulder, "Arigatou Mr. Williamson." Turning back to the students, "Kon'nichi wa Minna!" giving pointed looks to different parts of the room, "Its been long in the coming for all of us, but the day is finally here!" her voice was happy and loud, not the timid girl they all once knew. Having ten best friends to be around, learning to have a good time, did a great deal for the small timid girl over the years. Oh she was still shy, but her voice was now strong and confident.
"I know once we leave this place we think we'll never look back. Never come back to see what's changed. But we must always remember what school has taught us, given to us. We've strived for four long years to reach this day. All the classes we had, tests we took, friends we made along the way. It was all for the best and helped shaped who we've become..." she paused, "Who we'll be.
"Each of us have dreams we want to reach. Dreams which may seem like they're too far out of our reach. I would like to tell you of a dream I had in eighth grade." Some people rolled their eyes and groaned but Ami went on, "In eighth grade - actually all though my schooling years - I was seen as the 'teachers pet' because I was smarter then most, got along better with the teachers then I did the students, being as quiet as I was then.
"My dream back then was to emerge from that version of myself, have friends and a normal life. But I knew, that that wasn't possible. I was too much the bookworm, didn't have the courage to go up to someone and start a conversation. Heck I didn't even know how!" Throwing up one arm waving it outward achieved some giggles, "In my freshman year, I was the same old Ami, I hadn't changed 'til one day in the hallway, a small girl bounded over to me asking for help. She was lost."
Some more giggled knowing who it was, "I helped her to her room thinking that was the last I'd see of her. At lunch that day I sat underneath the old Sakura tree quietly eating while I read a book, the same girl fell down right by me sitting Indian style smiling happily. I couldn't help but wonder why she was there. To make a long story short Minna... She introduced herself to me, we talked and became really good friends, later on I met her other friends, and to this day, we're all best friends.
"For nine years of my life I was alone, wishing I had someone that understood me, liked me for who I was, and wouldn't be scared off for my love of knowledge. My freshman year that dream came true - in an odd way - but it was fulfilled." Ami smiled warmly knowing her speech wasn't the greatest, but it had meaning.
"Dreams that seem out of reach to you might not be that far away. The people you meet, the people you know and ones you'll come to forget, might all play a part in reaching those dreams. You just have to believe in them." Giving a small bow as cheers and clapping reached her ears Ami smiled walking back to her seat.
Walking up to the mic was a short lady of 5'4" slightly rounded wearing a blue-gray dress suit and black shoes. Her salt and pepper hair was puffed up slightly held in place by untold amounts of hairspray, looking remarkably styled like the schools football helmets. Who was she? Juuban 'Hell High's' principle.
"Arigatou Ami. Welcome everyone! To the graduation of Juuban High's class of AC199!!" Mrs. Anson1 greeted smiling despite the groans and sour faces she got back from it. She wasn't highly liked among the students. "I'm glad to see all the faces out there tonight! I'll have to admit that I'm quite surprised to see all of you, I didn't think half of you would make it" more groans.
"Now, now... You know, the beginning of your Freshman year I sat at my desk holding my head in my hands, muttering to myself how this class wouldn't make it, let alone to their senior year." She giggled, "I mean lets admit it. As soon as you all set foot on the campus, you were either causing trouble, making ruckus, in SAC or visiting with the vice principal of choice." She grinned, "Not exactly graduation material you know?" people in the stands laughed nodding their heads knowing how their children acted throughout school.
"But I'm glad to say that I was wrong. It has been a pleasure to spend the last four years getting to know all of you, watching as you grew into fine young men and women." Her voice was sincere, "I believe this is the finest class that Juuban High has ever turned out. On that I congratulate you all." Clapping for them she turned glancing to the band that was setting up for the coming event.
"Now for today's ceremony we have a special person whom has requested to sing for us, all of you, in honor of your friendship and celebration, that you all achieved your hope of graduating." Shouts of 'Who is it?!' started filling the arena. Waving one hand trying to calm them she smiled, "I can't say, it was her wish to leave it that way. I'm sure you will all know who it is when she starts singing.
"Now students, parents and Sensei's please hold your applause until after the last name is called out." Giving a nod towards the band director she walked back to her spot on the stage where the other sensei's and school officials were waiting to greet the students as they walked along, marking transition from students to free young men and women.
Giving a grand wave of her wand striking up the beat, the strings started out softly, followed with a heavy beat from the drums. They played on repeating the same cords over and over while a squeaking noise started poking through the musical vale, that was created when two large panels of walling started to slide apart, reveling a section of the retractable bleachers slowing making its way into the light.
On those bleachers stood twenty-five of the choir members dressed in their light blue and white gowns. The two walls stopped with a loud clang echoing through the arena, effectively snapping the attention of everyone that wasn't already looking in that direction. Slowly, movement could be caught within the shadows of the bleachers hideaway.
A voice started out low and sweet as the band started to replay the cord once more, it sounded innocent and melodic capturing ones attention without much effort. Slowly a figure of 5'6" started to emerge from that darkness still singing, showing that, they too, wore the navy blue and white graduation gown and cap. Blonde hair shined like liquid gold under the bright lights of the arena spilling from under the cap like waves from a waterfall pooling around her feet.
People started whispering trying to figure out who she way, even with her hat on it hid who she was being at a distance from anyone in the graduating class, to catch a good glimpse of who she was. The only name they could give was the 'Golden Goddess'.
Bright azure blue eyes sparkled as the girl picked her head up waving one hand to everyone in greeting, showing off her lovely heart shaped face. Once she found her position in front and to the right between the choir and band she started swaying side to side in time with the beat, setting off a chain reaction to the choir that started swaying with her. Nodding to the crowd standing on stage the names began to be called.
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And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives,
Where we're gonna be when we turn 25,
I keep thinking times will never change,
Keep on thinking things will always be the same,
But when we leave this year we won't be coming back,
No more hanging out cause we're on a different track,
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And so started the calling of names, some down the list, "Kino Makoto!" was called out as a tall Amazon looking girl standing 5'10 with lively brown hair hanging in curls about her shoulders, stepped onto the stage. Her navy blue cap was slanted on her head giving all a view of her shinning jungle green eyes and rosy lips. She had a body that spoke of being soft to the touch, but hid untold strength as the muscles in her arms and legs shifted while she walked across the stage.
Captain of the martial arts team, girls softball and president of the Home Economics club Makoto had the reputation of being a kind hearted girl, that would help out anyway she could but was not one to be messed with. She was known as the protector of her group of friends; you messed with one, you messed with her and them all. Smiling she stepped up to the principal hugged her, took the picture while taking her diploma and walked back off stage to her seat.
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And if you got something that you need to say,
You better say it right now cause you don't have another day,
Cause we're moving on and we can't slow down,
These memories are playing like a film without sound,
And I keep thinking of that night in June,
I didn't know much of love,
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"Quatre R Winner!" Short flaxen haired boy of 5'4" stepped on stage, his still slightly chubby face smiling, sea-blue eyes shinning with joy as he walked to the first of many he had to greet, before stepping off the stage. His light skin color and hair led most to believe he was of American decent, but his eye color and accent let them know he was Arabian.
Quatre's baby face and kind manners gave way for many to befriend him and hid what he was truly capable of with a past he'd rather forget about. His intelligence led him to be second in command of the chess club and first chair in the violin section of orchestral band. Taking his diploma with one last hug he walked back to his seat.
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But it came too soon and there was me and you,
And then we got real blue,
Stay at home talking on the telephone,
We'd get so excited; we'd get so scared,
Laughing at our selves thinking life's not fair,
And this is how it feels,
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"Minzo Ami!" the young valedictorian stepped back on the stage, her sea-blue hair flowing in the light breeze softly, sapphire eyes twinkling as she walked forward. Deemed the genus of the school Ami was president of the senior class, head of the debate team, captain of the chess club and captain of the swimming team.
Well liked among the senseis, Ami was sometimes viewed as a teachers pet but didn't let the teasing get to her. After all she couldn't help it if the teachers intrigued her intellect more then the gossip going around the school's student body did. Thanking each, she kindly took her advanced diploma in hand before walking back to her seat.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
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"Duo Maxwell!" Hopping up on stage as his name was called he quickly dashed over pecking the lady on her cheek before shaking a few men's hands chatting to them before moving to the next. At 5'8" with a long chocolate brown braided rope hanging just above his bottom, with sparkling mischievous violet-blue eyes and bangs that hung into them, Duo was known as the schools American prankster. The only club he joined was the mechanics club.
Not a week went by that he wasn't in trouble over something, not a month could pass that he didn't spend some time in SAC over something he pulled. Tricks and jokes were his main cause of trouble and though loved by all, even the sensei's, his pranks sometimes went to far. Thus ending him up in SAC. His friendly out going nature was like a flame beckoning to the moths, drawing everything towards him.
Walking to the middle of the stage he stopped after shaking Mr. Williamson's hand, turning to face the audience he bowed lowly, one arm tucked behind his back, the other bent at his waist, he swept it outwards as he stood up grinning like a Cheshire cat listening to the laughter he got. Strolling over standing by the principal he ignored her mock glare, wrapping on arm behind her back as she did to him, while getting ready to take the picture.
Watching the cameraman's trigger finger closely for time of snap he grinned wider as it started to move. Leaning forward he placed a big sloppy kiss on Mrs. Anson's left cheek right as the cameraman pulled the trigger, heard the click and picture was taken capturing his sloppy kiss. Being the wise person Duo could be at times, he quickly took his diploma from her grasp turned jumping down all the stairs and ran back to his place in the rows of chairs. 'Almost over!' he mentally cheered.
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So if we get the big jobs and we make the big money,
When we look back now, will our jokes still be funny?
Will we still remember everything we learned in school?
Still be trying to break every single rule,
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"Baka."
"Hino Rei!" The raven haired girl snapped out of watching the braided boy sit down, shaking her head she walked on stage ignoring the snickers coming from behind her. Hair the color of night with twilight highlights, her eyes like violet flames, she had a small frame of 5'6" that hid her true strength. Also a member of the martial arts club she was known for being the second best to hold her own against the captain of the club.
She held presidents chair over the business club and was the schools own fiery Shinto priestess, who in her freshman year started a new club called The Occult, specializing in researching different types of religion and mysterious happenings around the area. She was the only other person in her tight nit group that joined Ami in the debate team, no one messed with her long enough to win a contest of wits. Taking her diploma she sat back down.
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Will little brainy Bobby be the stockbroker man?
Can Heather find a job that won't interfere with her tan?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye,
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly,
And this is how it feels,
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"Trowa Barton!" The lady called out as a tall man, skirmish taller then Makoto, standing 6'1", walked gracefully onto the stage with an emotionless face, but for one shinning olive green eye. His odd banged hairstyle hid half his angular face from view; his body was lithe and strong. As a former member of the circus, member of the gymnastics team and fencing, he was well known for his skills.
Walking by all standing adults of different committees of the school board he shook hands only giving a nod of his head in response to anything that was said to him. Standing to get his picture taken with Mrs. Anson he quickly ducked, turning out of her would-of-been hug walking off stage with his prize in hand, the corners of his lips curling upwards a little.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
La, la, la, la; yeah, yeah, yeah
La, la, la, la, we will still be friends forever
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Smiling the lady at the mic glanced to her left before calling out the next name, "Aino Minako!" the bouncing blonde of 5'6" hopped up the stairs smiling her hundred watt smile, those sky blue eyes sparkling brightly under the rooms light. Her blonde hair flowed around her in curly waves as she hurried across stage looking for the entire world like she was trying not to skip.
Minako was known as the Volleyball Princess, being the captain of the team and best player. She wasn't known as being the best upstairs but her smile, bright personality; kind heart and misquoted quotes won people over. Smile never faltering she thanked everyone, hugged the principle after the picture, bounded down the other steps and started latterly skipping back to her chair.
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Will we think about tomorrow like we think about now?
Can we survive it out there? Can we make it somehow?
I guess I thought that this would never end,
And suddenly it's like we're women and men,
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The lady called out the last name with a bit of pride, "Chang Wufei!" Nodding to the older woman the said boy walked on stage with age grown grace, which his training and practice provided. His skin shinned with its dark tan, ebony hair pulled back under his cap into a small ponytail at the nape of his neck. Onyx eyes observed all around him, taking it all in as he went through the process of handshakes.
Standing at 5'9" he was a sight to see. His small but lithe form emitted the aura of strength and honor, his angular features and tanned skin let all know of his Chinese heritage, if his sense of honor and justice failed to alert them to it the first time. He was captain of the fencing team, member of the martial arts club and a member of the motorcycle/mechanics club.
His looks drew people towards him only to be pushed away by his non-talkative state. Though he was known as a scholar for his age the boy didn't talk much like his other companion Barton, they were both good listeners. Shaking the principals hand whilst she handed his diploma over with the other, she smiled at him wishing him luck; he nodded before heading back to his seat.
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Will the past be a shadow that will follow us round?
Will these memories fade when I leave this town?
I keep, I keep thinking that it's not goodbye,
Keep on thinking it's a time to fly,
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"Yuy Heero!" the lady attentively called out subconsciously moving closer to her podium when a "Hn" was sent her way from the said boy of 5'8" his mop of unruly dark chocolate hair swaying as he moved, his bangs hanging well into his chiseled features partially hiding those cold stormy blues from sight. His height, strong facial attributes and tanned skin gave way to his Japanese heritage.
He was known as the Lone Wolf of Hell High. He did everything by himself - no help. His only friends seemed to be the four that he ate with, walked around with, but that was all he did. He seldom talked like the taller one of the group (whom he was most seen with). If he said something it was so low everyone had to shut up to hear it. The aura that surrounded him was one of mystery and intrigue, calling to people like a flame called moths.
But his flame was cold.
He was a member of only one club, the Fire Arms club. Much to the dismay of his friends who tried convincing him that he needed to get out and do something more with his time besides firing off his precious gun. So instead of joining anything else he settled for watching his comrades engage in what they did. Ohh the basketball, football and archery clubs all tried recruiting him, but he refused them with no excuses, just a "Iie" and walked away.
As he walked shaking peoples hands giving a curt nod here and there he moved swiftly wanting it all to be over with. His movements caused his gown to be pulled taunt across his chest and arms showing off the strong muscle that lay beneath. He was small and held no pity for the fool that tried messing with him.
Smirking he took his diploma and went to his place.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever,
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"EEK! It's almost time! It's almost time!" a small girl started running about the chairs throwing the mic to a red headed girl, "Thanks Sandra!" who would be covering her on the song while her turn came to Walk. Sandra flashed her a bright smile before starting where she left off while running to stand in her place in line, listening as the song continued, she noted that Sandra almost sounded like herself, but a tad bit lower then her own voice.
Smiling kindly the lady at the mic looked at the young girl before her, "Tsukino Usagi!" calling out her name she turned to watch as the bright bundle of joy hopped up the steps and to the first person hugging her instead of the hand shake the shocked woman was expecting; she laughed.
Tsukino Usagi *aka* The Heart of Hell High.
The girl had a heart that knew no boundaries, so bright it beckoned everyone to her. Those that disliked her for the over cheerful attitude and friends soon came to like her; those that were saddened of heart soon became light and happy after being around her. She was like a beacon in the night to lost ships at sea, guiding them home again.
Usagi wasn't a part of any intellectual groups at school. She was part of the Arts & Crafts club who mainly did things for the under privileged, every now and then she helped out the choir with things. Her friends never knew of that one, she giggled. No, no one knew she could sing. After bouncing around stage like her namesake, hugging everyone she stopped to take the picture with the principal, hugged her once more with tear filled blue eyes, before turning with her diploma heading for the stairs.
She didn't get to reach the first step down, when the lady at the other end of the stage took hold of the mic once more, pointing at her back, "Ladies and gentlemen, lets give it up for your Graduation Singer for the Class of AC199!!" she shouted out happily laughing as the golden bunny turned startled eyes and flushing cheeks towards her.
'That wasn't supposed to be said!' Usagi thought frantically finding herself smiling back at the older woman. True it wasn't supposed to be said who was singing, just 'cause she didn't want the others questioning her to death on how she could sing. If they found out on they're own, great, if not so be it. Giggling she bowed to the lady then to the crowd that burst into cheers, shouts, whistles and applause for her; she blushed deeper hearing the loudest of all, the shocked cries of her friends.
Shaking her head grinning she bowed once more before bouncing down the stairs back to her seat, her golden hair flying around her in thick waves. Sitting down she swept it all over her shoulder holding it close so others couldn't walk on it. She wanted to wear it in her odangos but the cap wouldn't fit on with them that way, so instead she had to wear it down, some pulled back into a small bun to keep out of her face, but the rest fell free, trailing inches on the floor.
Long hair was an understatement. Yes ladies and gentlemen... the Odango's did serve a purpose.
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As we go on, we remember,
All the times we had together,
And as our lives change, come whatever,
We will still be, friends forever...
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As the last name was called, everyone seated once more, the air of the arena was filled with excitement and anticipation as Mr. Williamson stood straightening his suit, walking over to the podium in the center of the stage. He smiled, "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is with great pride and honor that I present to you, the Graduating Class of After Colony One Hundred Ninety-nine!"
One little statement, so much noise.
Chairs skidded back as students jumped up throwing their caps high into the air cheering, laughing and crying as they hugged and slapped each other on the back in enthusiasm to finally be free! Hearing the pounding of gravel against podium wood, the kids settled down enough to find their hat - or ones hopped to be their hat - sat down and waited.
"Front rows please stand and file out down the middle, other rows may precede after the last person on the row before reaches you. You may go. Family members and friend may meet the students in the main meeting hall."
As everyone was filing out with little more then half the class to go, the loud speakers crackled once before a voice muffled by electrical interference came on, "Yeah! Live long in prosper man!"2 before going dead once more with peals of laughter from the kids.
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1 Mrs. Anson - heh my old school principle who's still at that school surprisingly... swear she was there when my Okasan and O-tochan went then there. ::chuckles::
2 Can anyone take a guess to who said this? No, not in a series, though if you know that too I'll give ya something. If you can tell me who said that in THIS fic, then I'll figure out something to give you. ^_^ ::laughs::
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