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**wn: timeskip. i am skippign to highschool couse i dont want to get in trouble wiv my parentz u kno so enjoy enyway

It was the first day of highschool and Pankek was feeling excited, but anxious. He had put on his new uniform and was starting to pour milk into the cereal bowl when he realised he had to call Poofy immediately. He dialled Poofy up on his Blackberry. 'H-hi?' Poofy answered the phone, disheveled.
'Poofy, are you up?' asked Pankek, concerned. 'Um, no, not yet...' replied Poofy.
'It's the first day of highschool! You can't be late!' Pankek exclaimed, and hung up the phone.

Oh no, he would be the only person late to his first day of high school. That would be a disaster! Poofy rushed out of his bed and began changing immediately. Once he was changed, he ran down the stairs and put his toast in the toaster. His books were in his brand new schoolbag, thank god. Poofy had bought one of those cool new rolling bags for convenience. When his toast popped up, he ran as fast as he could with toast in mouth towards his new high school. 'Ah! Watashi wa chikoku desu yo!' Poofy exclaimed. **wn: thats im lare late in japanese

Thankfully Poofy arrived just on time to the first years' assembly and found Pankek right there, holding a place for him. He was so thoughtful, thought Poofy.

'I can't believe we've reached high school,' said Pankek 'and you're still the adorable klutz you always were.'
Poofy blushed. 'Stop, people could hear us!' said Poofy.

'I don't care.' Pankek replied. Poofy went crimson. Pankek really loved him. But he couldn't let everyone in this new school know that he was gay!

Right then, a girl came running towards Pankek. She had large breasts and huge, sparkling

eyes

She introduced herself to Poofy, 'I'm Panda!' she smiled and leaned into Pankek's shoulder. 'And I'm Pankek's fiancée!'

A million thoughts ran through Poofy's mind as his heart sunk to the floor. How could Pankek do this to him. How could he not tell him he had a fiancée all this time?

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