Principal Tweedy giggled giddily.


"Oh, I LOVE reunions!" he yelled at himself while throwing confetti up into the air.

Mr. Escobar stood in the doorway and cleared his throat.

"Oh, Mr. Escobar." The principal cleared his throat, as well. "Just uh, testing the confetti."

"Right." He paused. "Do you happen to know where Mr. Dig went?"

Mr. Dig suddenly popped up from behind the refreshment table, taking a bite out of a sugar cookie.

"Mm, nice. Who made these?"

"I did! " Principal Tweedy giggled, before realizing who he was in the room with. "Erm, so anyway, Mr. Dig"

"Actually, it's Father Dig now," he grinned.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Remember, I'm always here for you, friend," he sympathized.

Father Dig opened up his mouth to explain, but decided it was better to just shut up. Mr. Escobar just shook his head.

"Shouldn't the kids be here by now? It's 5 to 7:00," Mr. Escobar said.

"I'll check!" the hyperactive principal squealed, while skipping to the gym doors. He threw open the doors, and only oneperson stood there.

"Yo! I been waitin' here for like, an hour. 'Bout time you opened the door." He leaned against the door, wearing dark sunglasses, tight denim jeans, and a mischievious grin that only the devil could love. Very James Dean-esque. Except for his pathetically puny build.

"Are you lost, little boy?" Principal Tweedy inquired.

"Outta my way, old man. This is MY reunion."

Thinking he was somebody's son, Mr. Escobar rolled his eyes and said, "Let him through, Tweedy." The principal began to protest, but before he could say anything, the little rascal had already squeezed in and stuffed his pockets full of cookies.

Soon enough, young adults piled in one by one. They sat down at their tables and socialized. Almost all were completely recognizable.

At around 7:20, the band came in, set up, and started playing.

"What, are you kiddin'? A JAZZ BAND?" The kid complained.

"Isn't it past your bedtime, little boy?"

"As annoying as thatthing is, Mr. Tweedy, I have to agree. What were you thinking?!" Mr. Escobar piped in.

"I assumed they would have developed some taste by NOW. They are older, you know."

"Yes, but they're not that old."

"Yes, I suppose that's true." They both stared off into space for a few seconds. Principal Tweedy snapped back into reality a couple seconds later.

"But as for YOU, little boy" He turned around, but the kid had already wandered away.

Everyone's attention was quickly turned to the tall blonde young woman, dressed completely in various shades of pink, who smiled gloriously as she took the first step into the wonderfully decorated gym. It was as if an angel was in their presence.

The anonymous child walked up to her, his doey eyes glowing.

"Do you.remember me?" He spoke in a light and airy tone; the exact opposite of before.

"Ugh, get away, you little dweeb." The angelic façade had been shattered.

"Good to know that some things never change," Mr. Escobar muttered under his breath. "Kate Sanders, how have you been all these years?"

"Oh, I've been just lovely! I'm a news reporter up in Oregon, and everything there is just so lovely!"

Everyone put on their best fake smile and pretended to be interested.

"Ugh, looks like I'm the only popular person here."

"But" the mysterious boy said.

"Save it, freak. I'm going to fix my makeup now. And if I were you, I'd stop bothering me. You're already getting on my nerves." She held up her purse and marched angrily away to the bathroom.

As soon as Kate made her way to the bathroom, the doors bust open again.

"Heyy, EVERYBODAY!"

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[A/N: Don't you just love cliffhangers? A warning: expect a lot of them. I'm cruel and unusual like that. I'm sorry this chapter was sort of boring, since it didn't have any of the main characters in it, but I think it was necessary. I wish I could just get to the point of the story but that would defeat the purpose. Anyhow, my new rule: if I don't write a new chapter within a week, then I'll only give myself 6 days for the next one. Then if I miss the 6 day deadline, then it's 5. And so on. I think it's fair to me, and to you. Please review. I won't base how much I write on how many reviews I get, because that's stupid. I like writing and I'd write even if I didn't get reviews, but I'd like to know what you think about it. But do realize that the more positive things you write, the more inclined I will be to write more often. Ha, no, just kidding. Write whatever you want.]