Welcome back to reading!
I just want to tackle about a few things:
1) I have received many fixed reviews from the previous chapter, And I'm really really glad about it, Some gave suggestions, some gave inspiration and some gave support. THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THAT. It really meant a lot to me since I thought nobody liked my story line.
2)I have received a suggestion interfering with the story line, not like its a bad thing, but I happened to make a new plot out of that... possibly a new story(?) (!)
3)I just want to point out that Krystal and Helia have tried dating and didn't work out. I just want to clear that Krystal will not be an antagonist, in fact... She will be helping ;)...
4) THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR CONTINUING TO READ THIS STORY. I NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD THOUGH TO HAVE A GOOD PLOT ESPECIALLY FOR A FANFIC ORIGINALLY ABOUT A CARTOON. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT. I HOPE DI MAKE ALL OF YOU GUYS SATISFIED WITH WHAT I HAVE TO PUT UP EVERY CHAPTER.
5) another thing is that I already made a fine outline on the plot and i figured that i could either turn the story 2 ways in the end. One ending the story and one leading to a sequel... so please review if you want a sequel. I personally would like to continue this story in a sequel that way you guys could see Flora and Helia's relationship grow as they mature.
This chapter contains coarse language.
The group was now in the park. The trees slightly bending with the cold breeze, the birds chirping which echoed even between the old oak trees' leaves.
The grass like tiny waves curling away.
The noisy group of people heard from the fountain at the center of the park. The park which all seemed to be at peace even with hosting rowdy groups of individuals, the park at the center of all chaos in the city.
Musa playing fresh pop music in the middle of their blanket. Riven right behind her. Karel was checking boxes off of their lists by the side. Sky and Helia were in the nearby convenience store to buy food for the gang since they still had a good couple of hours ahead of them. Stella, Bloom and Krystal were counting the t-shirts they ordered a few weeks ago. Layla and Nabu on the other hand were preparing the flyers to be sent out tomorrow. Finally, Brandon, Timmy and Techna were in a corner practicing possible questions and answers for the debate tomorrow.
"Can you believe that the Presidential debate is tomorrow? I remember Snookums just practicing his application speech just yesterday." A blonde female spoke up.
"Can you believe that it's been already 5 years? Just yesterday I imagine Musa's pigtails." Riven mocked her girlfriend who kept fixing the wires on the speakers.
"I can't believe that it's only been 4 days? So much has gone on." Karel answered back, making everyone else aware that he was listening.
"I sure hope that's all we get." A curly haired female returned.
Then all of a sudden, the bushed shaked revealing two men, one with blonde hair and another with blue hair. Both of the muscular men were holding plastic bags filled with bottles of soda, some cup noodles and a few packs of chips.
"Good. Food's here." The Asian Musician stood up and grabbed one of the bags from Her cousin's hands.
"I got you Seafood." Helia said as Musa reached in the bag to pull out a blue packaged plastic bowl.
"Thanks." She smiled, walking back to sit beside Riven Apollo who received a plastic bowl and soda from Sky.
The group started to get together one by one, carefully occupying spaces on the red checkered picnic blanket. Their food was consumed and washed down with laughter. Even bellies started to hurt once Karel busted out his jokes.
"By the way guys, I got Grandpa's approval for the gig tomorrow." Helia said.
"Well then, It's settled. We get to use music for Brandon's campaign." Stella exclaimed loudly with her screechy voice.
"Musa, I hope you're ready for tomorrow." Sky looked at the Dark blue haired girl who nodded with a smile.
"I sure wish Flo was here." Layla said remembering her friend who usually sat beside her who would have said something sarcastic by now.
"Oh yeah. That's what we're missing."
Timmy commented as he took a potato chip from a bag.
"Flora's got to be so tired. She fell asleep everywhere, every opportunity She got." Stella said.
"It's best if She got more sleep right now." Krystal added.
"I hope She doesn't sleep on your speeches tomorrow morning." The savage purple headed male turned to Brandon.
"Speaking of speeches, I do want to practice. You ready Tim?" Brandon asked the senior wearing glasses.
Timmy nodded and the two left Techna to let her finish up her food. By a few minutes, the girls were all left in the blanket to clean up. The boys were either helping Brandon with his speech or betting on who can climb up a tree the fastest.
"I'm worried for tomorrow." Krystal confessed, making the other 5 girls look at her.
"I mean, Think of controversies surrounding B and Nic. Countless right? People could just roast them on the spot. What if B can't answer right?" Krystal spoke nervously and made a small frown at the end.
"I think Timmy and Techna has that covered." A positive red head said.
"Actually, me and Timmy are teaching him how to divert the question so just in case he doesn't have an appropriate answer for a question, he knows what to do." Techna Zenith said.
An hour passed and the clock pointed to the number seven on Nabu's watch. Throughout the hour, shirts have been packed in boxes, flyers have been gathered together, pins have been stacked and a few balloons have been blown.
"Time to pack up people. We all deserve a good night sleep." Nabu shouted.
"Nabu's right. It's getting pretty dark." Timmy said.
"Can anyone drop me off?" Krystal asked as She packed her bag.
"I can. I'll have to pick something up by the bakery near you." Helia replied doing the same as Krystal.
"Well, I guess it's settled. I'll call Andy tonight for the gig tomorrow." Bloom informed.
The night passed, leaving everyone nervous for tomorrow's presidential debate. Imagining the students burning Brandon one by one with their accusations and concerns he might never answer right.
As the sun started climbing, Brandon and His friends' stomachs were getting tighter and tighter. The morning never felt so cold until today, where everything seemed to be annoying to Brandon.
"Please don't freak out." Stella tried calming down her boyfriend.
They we're backstage. The auditorium was slowly being occupied with all the batches in the school. From freshmen who seated at the front to the seniors who seated at the narrow balcony at the back part of the theater like structure.
"I'm not. I'm just... Woah. There's no way I'm going to win." Brandon said quickly making them both more nervous than before.
"Snookums. Don't think that. You will win this. Just speak the truth and everything will be alright. You will win." Stella rubbed Brandon's shoulders as He kept peeking behind the curtains to see hopeful freshmen waiting patiently.
"You better. Those balloons didn't get filled by themselves. Do I get it in cash or a free trip to Disney land." Riven came in wearing the same shirt Stella was wearing. A maroon shirt with small white embellishments on the sleeves with Brandon's tag line and ballot number.
"Shut up you jackass, He's been freaking out like Nicole on the week before prom." Stella whispered harshly.
"I'm still looking forward to that Disney trip." Riven whispered back before walking away to find a spot backstage for him to stay.
"Where's Flora?" Brandon asked as he checked his phone.
"I think she's giving flyers by the gate." Stella had no absolute idea about Flora's whereabouts, but was positive that it would make Brandon calm down even more.
"God. Help me." Brandon whispered as he felt the cool air hit both of them.
"Ms. Solaria." Headmaster Saladin walked in. He was wearing a large beige shirt with matching pants and a red coat on.
"May I have a minute with Mr. Lynphea." The old teacher demanded rather than asked.
Stella then stepped back leaving the two men behind. Brandon almost had a visiting session backstage where everyone, including the Headmaster check up on him.
"I'm betting on you." Saladin said immediately after the blonde left.
"Thank you Sir."
He tried to keep his cool but then got startled by the sound of the mic signalling the start of the program.
"Good Luck." The old man put a hand on the brown headed male's shoulder before using his staff to walk away.
The program started shorty after. The 2 candidates have introduced themselves and their platforms smoothly. Both Brandon and Nicholas focused on the school's campaign against bullying which was found ironic on Nicholas' part due to him and her sister's actions.
Now they were on a heated debate on how equality should be developed in their campus. Obviously, based on his answers, Brandon was prepared for this type of topic. He answered directly, not beating around the bush unlike his opponent wearing Red and Blue.
"All I'm saying is that I don't see any sort of general equality in your platforms." Brandon stood confidently on his podium.
"Equality is shown in almost all my platforms. What about from the festival of talents I proposed." Nicholas smirked, not thinking deeper of his words.
"I am referring to your way of governing this school as president. How will we practice Equality if our President to start with doesn't observe what He's fighting for." The Wide Receiver of the football team confronted his Co-Captain.
"By what regards do you stand on Mr. Lynphea?" Woods asked still not thinking deeply about his responses.
"This campus needs those kinds of platforms where you continually need to practice Equality. How does that Social Hierarchy do any better for those platforms?"
They were speechless all of them, None has ever brought up the issue about the Social Hierarchy before, especially in a very prestigious event.
"I am sorry, but the Social Hierarchy has nothing to do with this."
"It does. Especially when you continue to be someone who bosses people around." Brandon went off scale and disregarded school politics.
"Your reference is obviously unsupported, as it states opinionated sources." Nicholas ran his hair through his dirty blonde hair.
"Unsupported? Then how does equality show when you and your sister got caught bribing school personnel to cover up your crimes? How is it fair and equal that you don't get the punishment you deserve?" Brandon's tone got more aggressive.
"Okay. That's enough. Now, I open the forum. Anyone who is courageous and hopeful may proceed to the front to ask their questions for our two candidates." The Head of the Comelec announced.
The crowd slowly made low conversations. This was the most political yet very true to life debate they have ever attended to. Including the presence of the Social Hierarchy and unfairness happening among the people in high positions. Curious students started coming forward passing the 2 candidates' teams.
"You have trained Brandon well." Karel spoke to Timmy Quantum who was beside him as they stood in the side waiting for more progression on the event.
"Thanks. He's doing great so far." The orange haired male replied, smiling to himself while gluing his eyes to the stage.
Meanwhile on the other side of the auditorium, there stood the girls. All wearing the shirt they were assigned to as a sign of support. Although there was a tiny scratch at the side, some girls wearing white with a face which will forever haunt a brunette wearing maroon. It was Nicole and the Trix.
"Looks like your brother got too carried away." Stormy, the youngest of the triplets passed Flora with an eyebrow higher than the usual.
"Am I supposed to be intimidated?" Flora spoke back loudly, intentionally catching the attention of Stormy's sisters and Nicole.
"Don't worry Honey, We do the intimidating here. Their just inferior." Layla put a hand on her friend's shoulder trying to hold her back without looking weak.
"Why don't you make her fight her own battles Layla?" Darcy snapped back and stepped forward.
"I don't need to. You're not worth the time." Flora calmly said trying to be the peacemaker.
"Stop acting Lynphea. Your act is not going to work. You're no better than your brother. You're a stuck up, ugly tree hugging bitch who runs away from her mistakes. Just take a look at this, You will be sorry for coming back." Nicole said her first statement of the argument.
Flora just listened, the words She was saying kept passing then exited her other ear. She made it pass, not like Stella and Musa who heard everything and was not going to take that for a friend.
"Nicole. Why don't you pick on someone who fights back? I'm sure you'll appreciate what I have to say." Stella called with her high pitched voice.
"Maybe save yourself some dignity, If there is still." Musa called out.
The people around them started turning heads, listening to the girls' quarrel. The girls in Maroon for #1 VS the Girls in White for #2.
"Muse. We should go now." Layla pulled back the two girls with contrasting hair colors.
They walked away leaving the 4 girls with smirks on their faces. Thay decided to go around the auditorium to find the guys and watch with them rather than watching with the Trix and Nicole where they'd get total arrogance.
"I hope they trip, fall, die and go straight to hell." The hot tempered Asian said as they walked away.
This is honestly one of my favorite stories. I hope you guys liked it! Please review because it gives me a lot of motivation to write more.
please respond to this: Would you like me to post a little scene I made up if I had to do a sequel? Just a small short scene between Flora and Helia... Just so you guys have a gist of what would happen if you made me make a sequel. 3