We surveyed the classroom, ironically, Gabriela and Sicily were both absent.
Ms.Miller jumped ecstatically, as the vice principal made an announcement through the loudspeaker.
Vice principal: Ms.Miller's 1st periodz class, pleaze reports to da bus loopz.
BEN: lol wut?
Me: the vice principal has this...... Problem. Well....... Actually..... I cursed her for giving me detention in the fifth grade. She used to work at my elementary school.
Jeff: curse?
Me: yeah. Every time she eats blueberry pancakes, she speaks like those animal meme things on the internet. I would've expected her to catch on by now...
Pinkamena: wow...... Real mature, Merlyn.
Me: hey! I was eleven!
Jeff: heh. But still.
Me: if looks could murder people, I would've beat your kill streak a looooong time ago, Jeff.
Jeff: impossible!
Masky and Hoodie: says the dude who's gotten his ass whooped more than once, with Merlyn being the cause.
Jeff: I'm never gonna heard the end of this, am I?
Me: nope! -kitty face-
Ms.Miller: are you guys staying behind? C'mon. The chaperone is here.
Everyone: ok.
The group met up with Mikayla as our class filed onto the bus. We all say at the very back, a habit we've formed since the first day if school.
The bus ride wasn't as long as we expected, since the pageant was taking place in the downtown area of the fictional city we live in.
After getting in, our class say in the front row. We then waited for the show to begin.
~backstage~
Armini had already picked out outfits for each of the three rounds. She sat on a highchair, eyeing the makeup artist, who was picking several pigments and brushes, something that would match a glittery cerulean and raven-black dress.
As much as she tried to stay still, she would occasionally fidget. To be honest, she was completely nervous. During the ride to the pageant, her Dad had strictly instructed her to win first place, threatening to kill her if she didn't.
Yeah, you read that correctly. He would literally KILL her, then making it look like suicide.
His reasons? Well, if Armini didn't win, what was the point of letting her live? It was her last pageant, after all.
This sick, twisted philosophy of his would lead to his demise.
Makeup artist: hold still, Armini. I get that you're nervous, but that isn't an excuse to spaz out. How'll you win if your face looks like a toddler's coloring book?
Armini: oh! Sorry.......
And with that, she stayed like a statue until her makeup was done.
~the stage, about 15 minutes later~
Pageant host: attention everyone, the Miss Beauty Queen beauty pageant is about to begin!
With that being said, joyful music erupted from several speakers, flooding the room with noise. A large crane, holding one of the camera men, hovered over the audience, filming the event.
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Fanfiction(warning: this story has terrible grammar, autocorect mishaps, and parts where there are intense levels of swag. If you are to read this fanficton, please refrain from noticing said mistakes for now, since the author-sama of this book is a lazy arse...
