fandomhigh | Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

Were you all enjoying your graduation, children? Ingvar certainly hoped you were. It was so much fun, after all! Though... it could be a little more fun, couldn't it? It felt as if something was missing somehow. Something to really make it... fun.

Ingvar knew what it was.

And so, while the graduates were still on and around the stage, the earth began to rumble. Large black clouds of smoke pushed out of Ingvar's volcano and into the air, obscuring the sky and the moon. Soon, the air was covered in a thick black blanket of darkness.

The tune of the rumbling shifted.

Around the stage, clear protective walls sprung up. This was not Fandom's first tango on graduation day, thank you. She knew how to take care of what was hers.

Unfortunately, Ingvar knew its mother well. Moments later, it began to rain: a thick downpour of familiar plastic poppets in varying levels of creepiness, but also nice, brown, fluffy ...red-eyed, sharp-clawed teddy bears. And leading the charge, teeth-first--

"DROP BEARS!"

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George closed her eyes. She had known. Somehow. She kept thinking in terms of this being final. She hadn't really made summer plans. But she'd been hoping to steal a little more time.

Well, life didn't work like that, and neither did death. Bitching about it being unfair didn't change it. Not like that had ever stopped her from bitching.

If she didn't take the plane ticket, it wasn't real.

"I wish ..." She trailed off. "I guess it doesn't matter what I wish, does it?"

"Nope," Rube told her. Somehow, the harsher the truths were, the easier it was to be flippant when you were dishing them out. "Doesn't now, never has. Life's a bitch and then you die, and then it's still a bitch. If wishes were horses, all that glitters, ours is not to reason why, blah, blah, blah." He shrugged. "You're not alone, peanut. I can't give you much, but at least there's that."

She was nodding. The clock struck twelve, and her stagecoach was a pumpkin. That was what happened now. It had to happen sooner or later.

"This school ..." She cleared her throat. "Being here ... made me feel like I wasn't dead."

So she couldn't complain. It was more than she could have ever asked for.

Rube nodded. "That's more than a lot of living people get," he told her with a sigh. He mussed her hair again. "You had a good time? I'm happy for you. Now, come on back home, because the workload is killing us."

Fandom High Graduation Ceremony, Class of 2012, Early Saturday Evening (Part 2)

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