It's been a year since the team beat Ultemecia. Squall Leonhart, Rinoa Heartilly, Quistis Trepe, Zell Dincht, Selphie Tilmitt, Irvine Kinneas, Seifer Almasy, and Edea were happily enjoying their selves in Balamb Garden. Squall and Rinoa were in their new room just laying in bed since it was still pretty early. Squall sat up trying not to wake Rinoa.

What a weird dream that was…Squall thought tiredly as he buried his face into his hands. He had to shake it off. It was morning and a new day for him.

Looking down at the silver ring the resided on his left hand's ring finger. A similar ring was on Rinoa's beautiful and delicate finger. They have been engaged for about eight months. Eight beautiful, fun packed, relaxing months. Months he did not want to come to an end. Ever. No dream was going to ruin it either.

Selphie secretly watched Irvine from a nice perch on a tree. She noticed that he was cleaning his guns while wearing his yellowish pants and purple shirt while his trench coat was discarded in the soft grass right beside him. His strong arm muscles contracting with nice, smooth rhythm while he carefully cleaned his guns. Not being able to take her gaze off of the sexiness of Irvine, Selphie continued staring at him.

Zell sat glumly at a table, alone, in the café. What was this world coming to? No more hot dogs…stupid mad cow disease. It's all of the farmers' fault.

Take care of their freaking cows better so I could have some freaking hot dogs and be freaking happy and what the fuck is Seifer doing in here? I mean freak…I'll never stop cussing…Seifer walked past Zell with a group of guys.

"Chicken wuss," coughed Seifer when he was right behind Zell. The other guys chuckled slightly as they followed Seifer out of the café. One day, Zell would stand up and show that punk who is a chicken wuss. First things first though, his blasted hot dogs.

Quistis sat in Cid's office, looking around while waiting for the man to show up. Edea sighed, wishing Cid would hurry up and get over to the office.

"I'm sorry Quistis, Cid had a long night yesterday. Lots of papers come in this year with applicants that want to get into this garden."

"Yes I know. Don't worry, I know." Stupid paper work only meant more bratty children for me to raise…literally. Wimps, Quistis thought to herself but was rudely interrupted with Cid's aging voice.

"Thank you for coming, Quistis. As you have inquired, there are new students flocking in soon." Cid eased himself down into a chair. Quistis nodded. "I have finished more than half already, but I still have so much to go through. Please look through the ones I already have accepted and divide them in necessary classes."

"Okay, Headmaster Cid. I will attend to that ASAP." Cid smiled and bowed his head.

"Thank you, Trepe. You're excused." Grabbing the stack of papers, Quistis stood up and strolled out of the room. Cid sighed as he glanced down at the huge stack that demanded his attention. The deadline was the end of this week, which was only about three days away. The papers have to be sorted into who is accepted, who isn't, and then Quistis has to separate them into groups depending on their skills that the students owned or lacked. It was such a time consuming ordeal, the worst time of the year.

Edea placed a cup of coffee in front of Cid, in hopes of cheering him up a bit.

"Cid…just take it easy for a little bit and then come back to it." He swatted away her hand and weakly picked up the cup to take a sip. Sighing, Edea collapsed into the chair near the window and stared out, watching the students walking around and enjoying the beautiful weather. Hanging with friends, getting into their cars to get out of there for a while, and other student held things that they do. If only Cid could enjoy himself a little more, but the new semester was drawing near and he had to finish the papers. He will, Edea reassured herself. He will…