HAPPY FAMOUX FRIDAY! You have so many other things you could be doing with this time on this lovely Friday, and yet you're here, and that just warms my entire heart!
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We have two new characters today! Is it gonna be you?!?!
In old drafts, these people had different names, different descriptions, and different actions. One of these characters used to be christinolan, who deleted her account, and I unfortunately can't find her anymore. The other, sonia741, still has an account, but it appear she hasn't been on Wattpad in a long while. I haven't been able to find them to figure out if they're still here.
When I make someone a character, it is because I see them commenting frequently, and they have become a comforting presence in my life, and I want to show them that I appreciate them by letting them be a part of this massive conglomerate of a story. Sonia and Christin were wonderful, wonderful people, and I thank them for bearing with me in those drafts.
It makes me very sad to not know where they've gone off to, but I am thankful for everyone who is here right now today, and I want to do our two new characters (psst TheMrSNakeBite and saffahadi422 ) right by letting them know that I did NOT just switch out some names and stuff you guys into this chapter randomly! You are unique to this story and you will be recurring! We will see a lot of you both in this book!!!!
Now, let's begin, shall we?
PREVIOUSLY ON THE CLASSIX: Carstan is here, and he wants our Scooby Doo gang to train the next generation of Famoux members. What ever will happen now?!?
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Everyone is taken back in individual black cars, so for the drive back it's just Cartney and I, since we're a presumed unit. And while there is much that Cartney wants to talk about on the drive home, we re given no chances to. Gerald prohibits us from saying absolutely anything. As the new sentry provisions he mentioned decree, that kind of celebrity-to-guard sharing isn't allowed anymore, and the penalties for breaking the rules are strict. Even when Cartney tries many, many times to to talk about it, to figure out what happened and why I'm so especially shaken, Gerald firmly stops him before he can get even two words out.
"You know you can't talk about this," he warns. "Not while I'm here."
"But they'll probably tell you all about it the moment you get back, man!" Cartney says. "We could give you the heads up!"
"They'll let me know what I need to know, and that's it."
Cartney gestures to my frozen stature, my despondent face. "Look at her. She's dying to discuss this dinner."
He must assume I'm only rattled by the idea of these new members––of staring my own replacement in the face and teaching them the lay of the land. And while that's very well true, it's not the only thing that's making my stomach churn with every bump on the cobblestone roads beneath us. Cartney doesn't know about Carstan. About the past.
