I haven't updated in a while, because high school is the definition of homework. Eighth grade is horrible/awesome/Harambe.
And by that, I am referring to my Drama class.
Also, this chapter will be the shortest one I have ever wrote, but-
"And the winner of the official Shane versus Conor rap battle is…"
Meilin stepped onstage and pushed Abeke aside. "The winner of this stupid, insane, dumb, useless so called battle is-"
"Nope, nope, nope, I do not consent Meilin or Abeke announcing the winner so soon. Why should you, anyway?" Rollan asked. "I think we should have another battle. And cake."
"I think we should not."
Abeke crossed her arms. "I'm tired of hearing Conor rap and Shane sing. No, Rollan, we will announce the winner right here, right now." She cleared her throat. "The winner-"
"HEY, I SAID I'M GOING TO ANNOUNCE IT!"
Abeke scurried off the stage.
"The winner of the rap battle is…" Meilin unfolded the paper she had in her hands, the examined it carefully. She squinted her eyes and rubbed them, not believing the name on the paper. "Bob?"
Bob rose from the crowd and stepped onto the stage. The crowd booed.
"And the prize is a... A time machine that totally works."
Rollan smiled, uncovering a huge box made out of metal and glass, opening the door for Bob. "We already set the time, so you're in for a surprise. Just press the 'send' button to go."
Bob nodded. He stepped inside, closing the door and pressing the button, before disappearing into thin air.
"Now, ladies and gentlemen, let's have some cake."
-I'm starting another story soon, after I finish maybe Aftershock III or something. And I'm updating again today.
~Alice