Who: Felicianota Vargas What: Commandeering the school kitchen. Where: Uh. School kitchen. By the stove. When: After classes, but before dark. Why: To make a heap-load of pasta, of course.
[There was hardly anyone in school by this time. Alfred was only here because he accidentally fell asleep in detention. Hearing the strange music floating through the hallway, he wanted to retreat advance in another direction.]
[But he was such a coward lately, so much that he even noticed it himself, and he thought it was time he faced one of his fears.]
[He forced himself to jump forward into the school kitchen and yelled.] O-okay! T-there's no ghost in here!!!
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[But he was such a coward lately, so much that he even noticed it himself, and he thought it was time he faced one of his fears.]
[He forced himself to jump forward into the school kitchen and yelled.] O-okay! T-there's no ghost in here!!!
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Sorry about that. [America? Maybe she meant American?]
[Alfred looked at the student a little closer, feeling that there was something off about... her?]
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