High School RPG

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This was it! Today was the day I was finally going to make it happen. I took a shower, brushed my teeth, put on some cologne, donned my mythril armor, gauntlets, greaves, and shield. I left my flame sword just lying around again, taking me an extra ten minutes to look for it (of course it had found its way under the bed, as usual). I put my homework in my backpack, along with my potions and ethers, and finally, I was ready for school.

The bus doesn't come around in my neighborhood, so I always have to trek through the Caves of Solitude. Fortunately, I'm a Lvl. 35 Warrior, so those weak goblins and spiders are no match for me. I breezed through the caves in record time and made it to campus just under the wire.

I guess I was distracted by the scuffle because upon entering my first class, I found everyone else had their copy of Tome of History and I didn't! The teacher made me take a sidequest to retrieve it, which took me the whole period. I ended up late to my second class, which in turn landed me in detention. Stupid dungeons.

As the day wore on, I grew increasingly nervous. In Math, I could barely handle calculating my experience and stat boost, having to reroll more than once; in Language Arts, I couldn't even pay attention (who still speaks Old Elvish, anyway? Am I really going to use that?); and of course, Gym was just grinding. Finally, it was time for lunch, and by that point, I was practically shaking.

Everyone poured out from the classrooms and into their respective groups. There were the warriors, the knights, the mages, summoners, rangers, thieves, ninjas, monks, warlocks, bards, and finally the princesses - toward whom I slowly made my way.

It's a good thing I had established myself as a Warrior; at least that way she would acknowledge my existence. My gear was nothing to be ashamed of either, but my low-ish level was a problem. With no time to do anything about that small issue, I just had to take a chance.

With a trembling hand, I slowly reached out and tapped her shoulder.

She turned to face me as the other princesses were giggling and whispering to each other. A lump rapidly developed in my throat. The words I had rehearsed for days suddenly vanished from my mind. What do I say? How do I say it? What if she says 'no'? Do I smell ok? After a few long, drawn out seconds I grasped at some words and managed to say:

"Princess Ashley, will you go to the prom with me?"

Her expression was hard to read, but as she hesitated to respond, I could only imagine that it wasn't looking good for Mr. Lvl. 35. Suddenly, just as she was about to speak, I heard a booming sound like thunder above us. The other princesses scattered, but before Ashley could move, she was already in the grip of a dragon's claws. Everyone was scrambling to get ready for a fight, but the beast was gone as quickly as it had come. I could hear the sound of flapping wings and a girl's shrieks in the distance.

Just great, I thought to myself. This is so stereotypical.