To Paul Granville Beckwith, the 5th Grade Class of 2002-2003 and my Nana, Dorothy Pesci.
For as long as I could remember, Foster City School has always been like home away from home. I should know, because it brings back so many memories.
And of all the grades I attended, including kindergarten, 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th grade, my favorite has got to be 5th Grade, taught by Mr. Paul Beckwith.
"Let's go, class!" he called out to us, dressed as a hazmat. "We don't want to keep everyone waiting."
It's been two months since me and my friends, the Imaginaries saved Foster City School from the Alpha Bullies and their leader, Freddie Fabulous. And with them gone, Foster City School was a happy place again.
Mr. Beckwitch led us to the playground, where we all gathered around for the annual Halloween Costume Parade.
As the crowd took pictures of each procession, starting with Mrs.' kindergarten class (from the Junie B. Jones books), Kira Watanabe, the child supervisor, noticed King Goobot groaning in pain.
"You feeling alright, sir?" she asked.
"Of course I am." the egg king replied, chuckling softly. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Kira looked at him for a moment, feeling worried, then resumed clapping.
While standing alongside the crowd, a sinister-looking woman had her eyes on me and my friends.
Perched on her shoulder was a normal-sized falcon, who screeched upon seeing me.
"Patience, my pet." the woman said. "You'll get your chance. We all will.
"Until then, let us leave our so-called heroes to enjoy their happy Halloween." she went on, backing away from the crowd, all of whom cheering for the next procession.