What can I say about this one? Just an impromptu, really. Right after lunch, I found myself thinking about the word “graduation” for no apparent reason, sat down and started writing, no filters, no anything. The result is another randomly weird piece, I guess. Enjoy.
“I don’t get it,” Harry remarked. “How come Becky’s graduating when she skipped every class in the whole year?”
“Not all of them,” Oliver corrected him. “I know for a fact she finished one.”
“And that was…?”
“Mesmerism and Mind Control.”
That explained why every teacher knelt in adoration as she passed by.