13~Graduation

The last two days of school was an experience to say the least. Everyone was emotional, of course. Even I was, at one point. I was ecstatic that I wouldn't have to put up with my ridiculous British Literature's memory lapses and the awkward moments of silence when I'm faced with Coach Spears. And thank goodness for no longer having to suffer through Mrs. Durless's perverted escapades.

"And?" you ask. "What about the Home Economics teacher?"

Good question. He waited until the very end to get on my nerves. Someone brought up how they were hungry after eating lunch. The following tirade lasted the rest of the class period.

"Merciful Kali! This is why I cannot stand by and watch as you kids eat so poorly! Do you know what you're really racing for everyday? Frozen food! There is no compassion or dedication put into the meal the cafeteria workers serve you. Just…radiation! If this was my school, I'd make sure every child…"

Thankfully, my wandering mind saved me from the rest of his moving speech and delivered me to the very last dismissal bell I would hear in my senior year. Like an approaching siren, Grell's incessant wailing caught my attention and I sighed, holding out my arms to him as he crashed into me.

"You know that we'll see each other at Graduation, right?" I said to the redhead, pushing him off of my boobs. I mean, they could only take so much.

"But we'll be in chronological order…!" Ginger whined.

"I'll make it my mission to find you then, since you're so hopeless without me."

"Then I'll get my kiss? With tongue~?"

"…I don't know about tongue, but you'll get something."

Tomorrow came quicker than expected and all of the graduates had to be ready three hours in advance. Girls wear all white and guys wear red. Guess who was excited about that? We couldn't eat at all once we were inside the stadium where we were graduating. I thought that sucked ass so Undertaker and I snuck McDonald's under our gowns. As we descended the many ramps (while people were wondering where they were smelling fries and Big Macs) to get to the middle of field, I saw Sebastian. And he looked kinda bigger than I was used to.

"Hey, Sebastian," I greeted, patting him on the shoulder. It was meaty. Didn't know he was bulimic. "You look a bit bigger than usual…something wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong, Ophelia. Why do you ask?" he answered calmly. I just told him to disregard it and went on eating my twenty-piece McNuggets. Hell no, I wasn't gonna share. Believe it or not, I could finish these all by myself. Yeah, I was that hungry. I saw Ciel nearby. Who said it was too late to make friends now?

"Hey, Ciel. How you feeling?" I asked, smiling like an idiot.

"I feel fine, Ophelia. You?" he replied politely.

"I'm good. I kinda saw you counting some money earlier this week…you had a big coat on, too." He didn't seem to get the point. "You pimpin'?"

Ciel had a understanding look on his face and laughed. "No. I'm anemic; I get cold easily. And that money you saw, that was the money for my cap and gown. I hadn't ordered it 'til last minute."

I face-palmed. Damn misleading images! Laughing off my misunderstanding, I pat Ciel on the shoulder (which he flinched at) and went off to find someone else to bother. Strangely enough, I saw Mr. Lau. So ready to investigate, I caught up to him and gathered his attention.

"Hello, Ophelia," he smiled. "Excited?"

"Ah, yeah. Mr. Lau, what are you doing here? You're not supposed to come 'til 5:45," I explained to him. There was no bout of forgetfulness as he gave me a look that said, "duh-bitch-don't-you-think-I-know-that?" as we continued walking down the ramp.

"I must have forgotten to tell you: I'm a student teacher. Our British Literature teacher was on maternity leave and said she'll give me a grade based on my performance as a teacher. I do believe I almost failed…"

Face-palm number freakin' two.

Shaking my head in disgrace, I picked up the pace. Eventually, we made it to the field. There were three-hundred or so chairs lined up perfectly, with our names on it. I figured that I was in the second or third row, somewhere. Before I could start the quest to find my seat, I was bombarded by my redhead. He was babbling way too fast for me to understand and I had to steady him by holding onto his arms.

"Grell, you're talking way too fast. Calm down and repeat that, please," I ordered carefully.

"I'm so nervous, Ollie! I was practicing in the mirror last night and I was so confident, 'til now!" he prattled on, hyperventilating.

"Practice? For what?" I slapped him. "Breathe!"

"My speech. I'm the Salutatorian and Ciel's supposed to be introducing me," he elaborated. You know, I'm gonna let you do this one this time. Come on. Pretend the computer screen is my face and slap me on the forehead. Don't break your webcam and if you don't have one, don't break your fingers. Ah, there we go! Three face-palms in less than thirty minutes! Three!

"What can you possibly be nervous about, Ginger? You've been hanging out with the boss. You would think that some of my awesomeness would rub off of you," I accused. He seemed a bit doubtful. "Say it."

"Say what?"

" 'I'm the boss'. Go on. Say it," I encouraged.

"I'm…the boss."

"Give me more enthusiasm than that! Like you saw Sebastian shirtless or something. I'm the boss!"

"I'm the boss!"

"There we go-"

"I'm the boss!" chanted the redhead nonstop and I figured that Undertaker snuck in his boombox, cuz I could hear rap music blasting as Ginger was chanting in tune with the beat. The music was making him cocky, now. Seeking out the grey-haired creep, I signaled for him to cut the music. Grell stopped hopping around and wrapped his arms around me, sounding moved by my motivational actions.

"Thank you, Ollie. You're always helping me out, like the first time we met. That's why I love you~!" he said, pulling away from me.

"Yeah, me too. Except this time, Spears's not here to give me a poor grade," I joked. Grell seemed not amused by my not-so-heartfelt response.

"Say it," he commanded.

"Say what?"

" 'I love you,' of course!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Ollie~! If you don't say it, I don't think I'll make it through."

What did that sound like? That didn't sound too suicidal to you, did it? Okay, what he didn't know was that I'm way too boss for the word *censored*. See how my brain does not process it as a clean word when it's not in quotation marks? If I try to say it, it'll sound like I'm struggling to pass speech therapy. But for Ginger, I'll guess I'll make an honest attempt.

"All right, don't get your panties in a twist! Okay. You ready? Here we go. Grell Sutcliff, I luh-ehh, luehh," I tried. At this point, I was sounding as if I was throwing up a hairball. Grell's eyes were getting watery. Oh, man! He was going to do what he should've did back in Chapter One.

"Don't get disappointed, yet! Halt the waterworks, 'kay? One more chance!" I begged, for the first time in my life, if I may mention. He nodded his head. What should I do, now? Help me, audience! What was that? Okay, I got you. See, this is why I *censored* you guys. Luh-Love! Ha, got it!

I took his hands and held them tightly. Looking into his eyes, I inhaled then exhaled heavily.

"Forgive me. I just had McDonald's," I apologized.

"What?"

Then I kissed him. Before he could get all happy and start shoving his tongue down my throat, I pulled away and smiled as brightly as I could to distract him from the fact that I hadn't said what he wanted…at least, not yet. All in due time, guys. All in due time. Bosses make a spectacle of themselves, no matter the situation.

Ginger was red in the face, eyes glazed over. He came back to earth soon enough, with that weird expression on his face. I'm going to ask you for the last time to pretend that this is anime. He had that "oh-I-could-just-rape-you" face on, with the drool and everything.

"That should do for now, right?" I negotiated, patting his cheek. The one on his face, of course. He stood there, nodded his head absentmindedly, and went off to find his seat. I shrugged my shoulders and went on to find my seat, which was conveniently placed next to the bird rapist. Please note the sarcasm.

"Hello there, my elegant raven," he welcomed, grinning.

"Hey, Goose. How's it going?" I sighed.

"G-Goose?" he repeated, then he seemed to faint out of shock. I've been knocking all the guys out today, huh? Lucky, cuz that's what's in my job description as a boss. Ten minutes pass, and the graduation coordinator (which happened to be Coach Spears) shows up. He told us that we'll be practicing how we'll exit and enter the stadium until the graduation started, the time being six-o-clock. It was thirty minutes after three. Face-palm number four!

So we practiced…and practiced…and practiced up to the point I struck myself stupid enough not to register time anymore.

"All right, everyone. You have fifteen minutes. When you hear the bullhorn, you'll know that it's time to line up. Chronologically, this time, Miss Cornelius," Spears announced. Middle finger in the air, I ran across the turf and went to the bathroom. Girls were in there, chattering animatedly, some crying with their friends. I did my thing and came back out into the hallway, where my fellow graduates were acting a fool, dancing around.

"Hey, Ollie!"

Alois and Claude were approaching. I saw that the both of them had special cords laying across their gowns.

"Hey, guys. What's up?"

"We were wondering if you knew about why Sebastian's all fat," Blondie clarified, green eyes directed at Claude, who was particularly beaming at this fact. "Claude's pretty happy about it, but he's not Valedictorian, aren't you, Claude?"

Claude adjusted his glasses, as if that bothered him.

"Every time he walks by, he makes an odd sound. It peaks my interest to find out what it is," he informed.

"It never occurred to you that he just might be making raspberry tarts?" I suggested. "Like-hell-we-know-what-that-means" was the perfect way to describe their curious looks. "Farts."

"I don't think he was raised to do that in public, Ophelia," argued the bespectacled guy. I shrugged. Suddenly, the bullhorn sounded and it was absolute pandemonium. Everyone was rushing back and forth to find the person who they were in front of to get organized properly. Grell caught me by the wrist.

"Wish me luck~!" he sang, kissing my nose and dancing away. He was lucky that I was in a rush! Fortunately, I found bird rapist and waited patiently for the call to assemble in the stadium. In the meantime, graduates in the front of the line were trying to start the wave. It wasn't successful for the few first times, but people eventually caught on.

The line started to move and I could hear the cheers of the audience. Hopefully, my parents weren't going to instigate a fistfight like they did in my elementary ceremony. We all marched in to the sound of majestic-sounding music and sat down in a synchronized fashion. I spaced out during the principal's words and definitely didn't tune in when Coach began speaking. It was once Ciel came up to the podium that I brought myself back.

"You might know this next student as a studious and unique individual. Flamboyant, active, and generous, our Salutatorian is never afraid to be the one to stand out amongst a crowd. Please give a round of applause for one deadly efficient scholar, Grell Sutcliff," introduced the Petite Pimp, clapping for the redhead. Of course, they wanted to disrespect him and not clap as much so, like a boss, I stood up on my chair like a jackass and clapped like I never clapped before. Surprisingly, several others joined me.

Grell grinned and I gave him a thumbs up as he began to read his speech. It was weird seeing him all professional. Then things started to get depressing.

"Although I would seem to be bright and happy most of the time, I was actually plotting to end my life. I thought to myself, 'There's no one to blame, but yourself. Why couldn't you be like the rest? You wouldn't be like this if you weren't so different'. Then Ophelia came into my life."

Shut up, I wasn't crying. My eyes are dry, that's all.

Grell chuckled.

"She saved me from being stuck behind the bleachers and from myself," he continued, then he took off his glasses. He was crying. Everyone in the crowd was encouraging him, shouting "Aw, Grell!" and "Don't be sad!" but he was still having difficulty. This, my friends, is what I meant by "all in due time".

Gathering all my mettle, I shouted, "The Boss loves you, Grell Sutcliff!"

"I love you, too, Ollie!"

"Like you should, now get on with it, this seat is really chaffing my ass!"

Everyone laughed. Grell was able to finish his speech and called Sebastian to the stage. He waddled up there and in the middle of the speech, I was beginning to think that my vision was going out. I saw little balls of fur rolling across the stage. I nudged bird rapist.

"Do you see what I see?" I asked him, pointing to the moving stage.

"Yes, they look like-"

He was interrupted by the flood of cats that came running out of Sebastian's gown. However, he continued to speak and finished his speech, chasing after the little fur balls quickly. I died from laughter. The principal came to the podium.

"Now, introducing our guest speaker. He's a popular one amongst young ones your age. He's a icon in the rap industry and is responsible for why most of you sag your pants. Please welcome, Snoop Dogg!"

The crowd erupted in applause as a black dude with stud earrings and braided hair came on stage, with a thousand other people, emerging from smoke emitted from a smoke machine. I was guessing that they were his posse.

"What's up, my nizzles?" He coughed a bit. "Chronic got me fucked up. Snoop D-o-double G in this thang. I'm very proud to say that it's good to see young'uns graduatin', especially during such hard times. Now, who's ready to get up out of this bi-atch?" he said. Everyone cheered. "I see you, I see you. Now, I'm about to bounce cuz lil Ray Ray and them didn't feed the meter outside and I don't want my shit to get towed. So do ya'll thang and buy my new album. Peace!"

He left and the Alma Mater started playing for our school. It was our cue to stand up and start singing. However, it was interrupted by "Drop It Like It's Hot". You know, that song that plays on that Sun Drop soda Commercial. The Sun Drop Girl from that very commercial came on stage, dancing provocatively with her own posse and most of the graduates rushed the stage to join them. Especially Alois. Who knew he could get down like that?

Out of nowhere, beach balls fall from above us and gunshots rang out. The balls pop and out comes spaghetti and our diplomas. Coach Spears hollered, running out on the field, drunk and did a couple of cartwheels. Random, but this story wouldn't be that funny if it weren't for the randomness that occurs. I guess I have to give a speech, too.

Climbing onto the stage with Grell's assistance, I get behind the podium and face you guys, the audience.

"This has been awesome O.C., Ophelia Cornelius, also known as the New Girl. It's been fun relaying my experiences to you guys. I'd like to thank Beryl, for being crazy bored enough to create this unexpected hit. Believe me, it won't be the last time you see me, but I'll miss you all the same. So this has been Musings of a New Girl. I love you guys and I hope you come visit sometimes. Ollie out!"

"Ollie, who are you talking to?"

"None of your concern, Ginger. None of your concern."

A/N: *sniffs* OMG, you guys. I've had an absolutely WONDERFUL time writing this and laughing at Ollie's silliness. So some of you guys have been begging me to make more and I have to inform you that there will be a sequel. *shields ears from fangirl squealing* But it's more of a spin-off. To see what's up, go check my profile and you will be pleased to see the layout of other Kuroshitsuji stories! If you have suggestions, PM me!

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