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<vnscene name="ScenePrologue3" extend="scenes/SceneStandard">
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<events>
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<set-font font="font_main" size="32" />
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<text>
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<string lang="en">This is my world.</string>
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</text>
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<text>
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<string lang="en">I stroll through the corridors and they worship me. Starry-eyed whispers; flushed faces as I pass; gazes sloshing with so much awe.</string>
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</text>
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<choices key="love-them">
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<title>
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<string lang="en">They love me.</string>
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</title>
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<choice>
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<string lang="en">You love them.</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<choices key="smile-back">
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<title>
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<string lang="en">"Oh my gosh, hi!"</string>
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</title>
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<choice value="smile">
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<string lang="en">Smile back.</string>
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</choice>
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<choice value="dont">
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<string lang="en">Don't.</string>
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</choice>
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</choices>
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<!--
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Angelwood High.
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This is my world.
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I stroll through the corridors and they worship me. Starry-eyed whispers; flushed faces as I pass; gazes sloshing with so much awe. They love me.
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Choice:
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You love them.
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"Oh my gosh, hi!"
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Choice:
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Smile back. - My mouth tugs in a smile. The student looks like she'll faint. That's funny.
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Don't. - She'll be just as obsessed with me. If not more.
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"I love your dress!"
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Choice:
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"Thank you, it's designer." - The girl's eyes widen to extraordinary proportions. "Whoa," she whispers.
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"I love yours too." - It's cute... to an extent. Not as cute as mine, but let's be honest, here: nobody can reach my level.
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"Ethereality! Can I interview you for the school newspaper? Final edition, we're sure this one's gonna be the bomb!"
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Choice:
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Help her out. Can't hurt to have a few extra votes. - "Of course," I tell Newspaper Girl. "I'd love to be interviewed. This is about my Prom campaign, right?"
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"Oh, yes!" Newspaper Girl grins. "You're the star, Ethereality. What else will it be about?"
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Don't. Why waste your time? - "Sorry," I say, offering a slight smile. It'll feel consolatory enough. "It's Prom Day."
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"Oh, yes!" Newspaper Girl says. "I'm so sorry, of course you're busy. You're going to shine, Eth!"
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They would die for me if I called for it.
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(They didn't, though, when a bucket tethered above my head. They watched the thunk. They gasped when I hit the stage, when guts made a laurel around my neck, when the blood pulsated and drip, drip, dripped...)
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No.
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They would die.
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For me.
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If I called for it.
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It's my day. Today is Prom Day. (Wasn't yesterday?) I am pristine and they know it. They have seen my face on my campaign posters, seen what I would look like with a crown on my head.
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When Prom Night begins the ballot, they will vote for me.
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Thank god for that.
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-->
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</events>
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</vnscene> |