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Chappie Five.

Big Girl Panties.

" "You support gay rights so you must be gay!"

I support animal rights do I look like a fucking alpaca to you "

- an amazing person who said a quote that has no relevance whatsoever to this chapter.

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Essette, Cynthia Essette.

I came out the examination classroom with average hopes. I believed I did a satisfactory job, yet I know that I couldn't possibly get a near to perfect score based on my inability to study the night before, since I am a huge procrastinator. I procrastinate so much that I actually procrastinate the actual procrastination, if you know what I mean. I mean to do one thing (which was studying), but ended up on the couch surfing the internet for sloth and "fail" pictures. I'm a weird child.

Once I got to the assembly hall for more briefing than the first assembly at the start of the day (seriously, the teachers here love talking about their "midlife crises"), I saw the group of boys earlier. Instead of running away when the boy with disheveled brown hair looked around as if searching for something, I stood my ground (yes, I trembled a little) and smiled. I smiled. I didn't think I had that enough courage to do that, but I did. I ached to sprint away from the scene and the awkward eye contact that followed, but I remembered that I need to get this "social life" of mine.

Fortunately, the boy nodded his head in response, seemingly getting my awkwardness to be in this situation. Unfortunately, I noticed this slight excited, yet surprised glint in his eyes, which of course, made me awkward as hell. I hurriedly shuffled my feet towards the seat he seemingly directed his eyes to, nearly tripping a couple times. The things I do for a social life. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him snickering at my clumsiness and start approaching my seat.

"Sup?" He started. I'm not sure if he's actually asking "what's up" or if its just a formality, but I responded with the slight parting of lips, unsure of what to say (as usual). After that embarassing moment, he averted his gaze to his feet, and I realized that he's also nervous. "Were you that girl who photobombed us?" he inquired with a questioning yet hopeful tone.

"Ye..ah?" I stuttered unsurely. I wasn't sure whether this conversation is going in my favour or not. As soon as I said that, his smile turned into a grin.

"Can you help me?" He asked, still with that silly grin on his face.

"If it's about prostitution offers, I'm gonna have to decline." I replied awkwardly, a little creeped out by his unexplained offer.

"What? No!" He exclaimed hastily, his eyes wide and alarming.

"Phew." I sighed relieved. "So, what is it you want to ask me?"

He took a deep breath, "Do you know about "Prankster of the April"?" He asked.

"..What's that?" I questioned, honestly confused on what that is since I have never set foot in this school aside from today.

"Oh! Its something to commemorate April Fools Day." He ecstatically breathed out. "Will you help me?" He hopefully inquired.

"Sure!" I replied, baffled by his recognition of my photobombing skills. Seconds after I said that, he grinned even wider.

"Fantastic! Great! Amazing!" He excitedly stated. After he said that, he looked back and saw that the lecture was about to start. We made our way to our seats through the mass of students scrambling to find their own respective seats, then the assembly briefing session started.

Little did I know, this one (two actually) meeting could lead to something so much more, and I didn't even know his name.

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Olla amigas

hope you enjoy this chappie, kinda crappy but itll get better i promise (i hope)

stay bright

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