SCENE: the lockers
TIME: morning
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Deck the halls with LOADS of FLYERS, fa-la-la-la-la lalala.
Not Christmas anymore, Kyle.
'Tis the jolly COOKIE season, fa-la-la-la-la lalala.
You're gonna ignore me.
Don we now our GUILT-FILLED apparel, fa-la-la-la-la LA LA LA.
Kyle. Stop.
Ignore those TROLLS that carol otherwise, fa-la-la-la-la lalalala.
....nice song.
For a full parady rendition by Kyle, please refer to Christmastime. Tickets go on sale, right after Mariah Carey's All I Want For Christmas.
I'll be sure to watch it. Done pasting the flyers?
Almost. Why aren't you singing along?
As organizer of this event, lots of stress had been pushed onto me, and I have to make sure every little detail is perfect. Besides, your words are ridiculous.
You still know you love me.
[Camilla pauses.]
I suppose I do.
[Kyle stops and blinks.]
What did you say-
Camilla! Kyle! Is it okay to have other foods other than cookies, like pizza?
Yes, it's completely fine.
[Camilla turns back to Kyle.]
What were we talking about?
You know, I just realized you are really pretty. Really, really pretty.
Don't be like that. I know I'm not.
You are.
I'm not. Really.
Are you bloody serious woman- never mind. I've got to turn up an essay. See you later.
Kyle, wait!
[Kyle walks off without another word without looking back.]
Are you serious-
YOU ARE READING
Until I Say Goodbye | ✔
Short StoryWhen feisty (or high, depending) Camilla randomly peruses a number from the school directory to sell cookies, she ends up calling Kyle, a boy whom she has completely no idea how to deal with. Or rather, dial with. Things are going to get rather out...
