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Renny's P.O.V.
It was the day of the scare finals, and I was eating an apple as I put in some extra studying with Mike and Randy.
As I looked around, I saw someone else with three eyes throwing in some extra studying too, and one monster looked like he had been drinking coffee for a month with not even the smallest hint that he's gone to sleep.
"A tauntaun grimace with extra slobber," Mike answered Randy's question.
"You got it!" Randy told him.
"That's what I'm saying," Mike replied.
"Babe!" Dave called to me.
I turned and ran over to him, by one of the statues in front of the scare school. "Hey Dave," I smiled. I lightly kissed his cheek.
"Babe," He said in a serious tone, taking a step away from me, "We need to talk."
"T-talk about what?" I stuttered, my smile fading.
"Listen, if you don't pass your scare finals," He inhaled slightly and continued, "We're kinda over."
"What? W-why?" I asked him, my eyes glazing over with water. I was almost in tears. Almost.
"Because. I only date winners, and if you don't win we aren't, ya know, together anymore," Dave told me, a big smile on his face, "So good luck!" Then he walked away from me, up the stairs.
After a few minutes of processing the new information, I gulped, and screamed. Loud. "Renny! Are you okay?!" Randy shouted down to me.
"Yeah," I called up, "Just fine." I almost screamed again, just thinking about all the pressure on my shoulders at that moment. If I didn't pass, I would get kicked out of the scaring program, lose my boyfriend, AND disappoint my dad! Just freaking great!
-Time Skip! (Brought to you by all you wonderful reviewers!)-
"Today's final will judge your ability to assess a child's fear and perform the appropriate scare in the scare simulator," Professor Knight announced, one of the walls lifting us to reveal the scare simulator.
I gulped and mumbled, "Do it for dad, do it for yourself."
"The child sensitivity level will be raised from Bed-wetter to heavy sleeper," Knight informed us. Translation? From easy to medium. Knight continued, "So give it everything you've got. Dean Hardscrabble is with us this morning to see who will be moving on in the scaring program and who will not." The Dean stepped out of the shadows, along with someone else. My jaw dropped, along with the rest of the class's jaws.
Dad.
"No way," I mummered.
"Along with a guest, I see," Knight murmured.
"Yes," Hardscrabble nodded. She faced us. "As you all know, this is Jason Lawrence. He is a former student of this school, and moved on to be a successful scarer."
"That's right," Dad nodded, looking around the room, "I want to see what Professor Knight has taught you all. Alright," He rubbed his hands together, grinning wide, "Let's get to the scarin'!"
-Another Time Skip! (Brought To You by Deviled Eggs!)-
"I am a five year old girl afraid of spider and Santa Claus," Knight told the monster that was in front of the simulator, "Which scare do you use?"
"Uh…" The Monster hesitated, looking up at the window my father and the Dean had flown up to. If he thought he was going to get any answers out of either of them, he was dead wrong. "That's a seasonal creep and crawl," The monster answered.
"Demonstrate," Knight ordered.
The monster did so, made the robot child scream, and got a six out of thirteen. "Results will be posted outside my office. Next!"
"Focus," Mike told himself. He exhaled, and mumbled, "Johnson, crackle and howl." He looked back at his book, "Yes!" He chuckled.
"Okay smart guy," I whispered to him, while I smiled, "What's my dad's signature move?"
"That's the 'Lawrence Duck, Jump, and Scream'. Your dad ducks, and when the kid lies back down, he jumps up, lets out a terrifying scream, and scares the kid, making it scream," Mike informed.
"Great," I smiled at him. The door to the room opened, and I saw Dave enter with the RORs and they all sat in the back two rows. Man…
Then Sullivan walked by, knocking over both Mike and my books onto the ground. "Hey. Do you mind?" Mike questioned.
"Don't mind at all," Sullivan replied. Why that little…!
He roared softly, practicing for his turn on the scare simulator. "Come on, Mike, Renny. Let's just move," Randy whispered to us, getting up and walking away.
"Stay out of our way," Mike told Sullivan as he and I started picking up our books, "Unlike you, we had to work hard to get into the scaring program." Nobody ever believed in me. None of my teachers, nor none of my friends. Well, except Mike and my Dad. They believed in me, and I believed in Mike. Mike stood and started to walk away with his books. I picked up my last few books and followed him.
Sullivan scoffed and told us, "That's because you two don't belong here." I froze. Yes, we did! Mike and I walked back to him and Mike softly roared at Sullivan.
Sullivan walked closer to us, and roared louder, making Mike and me step back. Sullivan laughed, "That's what I thought." Sullivan continued roaring, and then Mike threw his books in the ground. Mike roared, and then Sullivan roared at him.
"Oh, no," I mumbled. They just kept roaring at each other. I looked towards Hardscrabble and Dad and saw they both were looking at Mike and Sullivan, who were in the middle of a soft roaring contest.
Sullivan took a step back, but stepped on one of Mike's discarded books. Double oh-no. He stumbled back into...
Hardscrabble's scare canister!
I ran forward. I jumped as Sullivan backed away, and caught the scare canister just in time. Everyone let out a sigh, and then it went off, flying out of my hands. The child's screams filling the room as the canister bounced around the room. I screamed along with the can, covering my ears. I couldn't take the screams coming out of canisters, they hurt my ears like crazy!
The screaming soon stopped, and the canister stopped bouncing around the room, rolling in front of Mike and Sullivan's feet. I took my hands off my ears. Well, at least the canister didn't break!
…I retract my previous statement, it did break. I quickly scrambled to my feet and next to Mike, just as Dean Hardscrabble flew down to where I once sat. She picked the broken scream canister up, and walked away from us slowly. I just wanted to disappear…That's exactly what Randy did.
"I'm so sorry," Mike apologized.
"I-it was an accident," Sullivan stammered.
I tried to say, "I didn't mean to-,"
"What? This?" The Dean faced us again, cutting me off, "My one souvenir from a lifetime of scaring? Accidents happen, don't they? The important thing is no one got hurt." She put the broken canister on the ground.
"You're taking this remarkably well," Mike stated.
"Now, let's continue the exams," Dean Hardscrabble turned to Mike, "Mr. Wazowski, I'm a five year old girl on a farm in Kansas afraid of lightning. Which scare do you use?"
"Shouldn't I go up on the…"
"Which scare do you use?" Hardscrabble asked sternly.
"That is a shadow approach with a crackle holler," Mike informed.
"Demonstrate," The Dean ordered.
Mike inhaled, but didn't get to even roar. "Stop. Thank you," The Dean interrupted him.
"But I didn't get to…" Mike countered.
"I've seen enough," Hardscrabble told him.
She turned to me, "I am a five year old girl in Russia afraid of vampires and zombies. What scare do you use?"
"T-t-the, um, the undead walk with a loud hiss," I told her, scared out of my wits.
"Demonstrate," She ordered me.
I nodded, and, taking a deep breath, I started to do the undead walk. Before I could do the hiss, I tripped and fell forward. "Ow," I growled. I looked up and Hardscrabble was in front of me. She grabbed the back of my collar, and pulled me up, only letting go when I was standing on my feet again.
"I've seen enough," Hardscrabble told me, walking away from me.
I looked up and saw Dave leaving the room, chuckling to himself. My heart felt like it cracked in two…
Dean Hardscrabble walked to Sullivan, "I'm a seven year old boy…" Dean Hardscrabble was cut off by Sullivan roaring in her face. "I wasn't finished," Hardscrabble told him.
"I don't need to know any of that stuff to scare," Sullivan told her.
"That 'stuff' would've informed you that this particular child is afraid of snakes. So a roar wouldn't make him scream, it would make him cry, alerting his parents, exposing the monster world, destroying life as we know it, and of course we can't have that," The Dean told him, as she circled around him, "So I am afraid I cannot recommend that you continue in the scaring program. Good day."
"Wait, what? But I'm a Sullivan."
"Well, then. I'm sure your family will be very disappointed," Hardscrabble told him.
Sullivan looked up at the stairs as the RORs walked out of the room. Then he gave Mike and I angry glares, and stormed away from us.
"Mr. Wazowski, what you lack is something that cannot be taught. You're not scary," Dean Hardscrabble informed him, "You will not be continuing in the scaring program."
"Please. Let me try the simulator. I'll surprise you," Mike told her.
"Surprise me?" Hardscrabble questioned, "I doubt that very much. And you, Miss Lawrence…you are scary. You just don't have the confidence or courage like a real scarer does, which, in a way, does not make you scary. You will not be moving on in the scaring program either. Good day to you." She walked away from Mike and me.
I looked up at my dad, and saw him looking down at me. I just felt so puny. So weak. Helpless. Tears filled my eyes, and I ran. I bumped into someone, probably an invisible Randy, gave a small, 'Sorry,' and ran all the way to my dorm. I'm such an idiot.
A/N: Me: *Crying* I hate myself for writing this! I'm going to go cry in a corner. RENNY! *Walks away*
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