Football singularity-Chapter 336 Awards

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[Friday,19th/July/2019, Red Oak Prep, 22:27]

"Good evening students. Tonight is a night to celebrate just how far you’ve come this year. A dance to congratulate all of you for having taken care of the things you needed to in order to continue progressing, both as a student as well as a person." He paused for a moment looking at the dressed-up faces of his students who still looked as youthful as they had when they first came to his school.

"The next dance you will attend will most likely be as college students or a work function. So, for tonight, make sure you create memories, that are worthy of the effort I know you put in throughout your time here. That does not mean you do something stupid, Pace yourself class of 2019 for life is and will always be a marathon. Thank you," finishing his speech Ex-Dean Oak was showered by loud applause from the students in attendance as he exited the stage.

This was his last class as a dean and he wanted to see them off in style earnestly wishing them all the best in the future. Oak loved this part of the year when a class he had seen nurtured by his school got a chance to unwind as they got ready for the next chapter in their lives. Entering the real world would be a shock for most of them but they would learn to swim nonetheless and claim their place in the world.

As Ex-Dean Oak exited the stage, the students’ applause filled the room, echoing off the decorated walls and into the night. The music softened, and the spotlight shifted to Chloe, the student president, standing confidently at the podium with a beaming smile.

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She took a breath, letting the excitement settle before speaking. "Thank you, forever our principal Dr Dean Oak, for your inspiring words and support over our time here." Chloe waited as the applause for Dr Oak died down, her bright eyes scanning the crowd. "Alright, Red Oak Prep, let’s get to the part you’ve all been waiting for!"

"Whoooo, I nominate Carl for most likely to become a father tonight," An excited shout was heard after her words instantly causing a bout of chuckling from the students. "I second it," Another boy shouted with enthusiasm raising his plastic cup. "I Third it," Another boy shouted eliciting another bout of laughter while Carl the boy in question subtly released the girl in his arms seemingly scared that his contact with her would make him a father.

"Motion denied, whether Carl will become a Dilf tonight is none of our business, but if it’s a girl Chloe is the perfect name," Chloe retorted with a composed smile already used to deal with her fellow classmates. She let the laughter subside before raising her hand to signal for attention. "Alright, alright, settle down, everyone! We’re here to honour the class of 2019 with some well-earned titles and some predictions from your fellow classmates."

The room quieted down, and Chloe looked down at her cue cards with a smirk, ready to announce the first award. "Let’s start with a classic: Class Clown! The person who never fails to make us laugh, Give it up for Jordan ’Jester’ Taylor!" A cheer erupted from the crowd, and Jordan standing at the back in his elf costume/suit waved his hand before taking a dramatic bow.

"Next up, we have Most Likely to Succeed. As chosen by your fellow students and classmates who recognise you’re work ethic and determination, this award goes to Emily Carson!" Emily flushed red as her friends nudged her forward, and she waved shyly at the crowd, her eyes shining with pride.

"Now for a crowd favourite," Chloe announced with a grin. "The title of Most Likely to Be Famous. This is for that one person who, one way or another, is going to end up on your TV screen someday... and the winner is... Olivia Brianna Davis our very own Red Oak’s very own Serena Williams."

Liv threw her arms like she had won the Oscar for best actress, blowing Kisses to her ’adoring fans’ as her friends clapped in support before directly enveloping her in a hug. They were acting as if she had actually won an award causing quite the commotion for a while.

Chloe chuckled at Olivia’s over-the-top reaction, waiting for the crowd to settle again. "Alright, settle down, people!" she called with a grin, clearly enjoying the energy in the room. "Now, the next award might be a little… controversial." She raised an eyebrow playfully. "It’s the ’Most Likely to Fail’ award." There was a ripple of laughter as a few students shouted the names of their friends, poking fun at each other.

She paused, pretending to look at her card with seriousness. "The title as chosen by you goes to... ’huh’ May Parker," Chloe read out sounding genuinely surprised not at all expecting the name of one of the most popular girls in their year. After all no matter what the girl did, she found some way to attract the attention of those around her.

Even when she stopped taking part in some of the cheer squad’s extra activities which was basically propaganda for them to gain popularity. The girl’s popularity did not drop in the slightest and in fact, seemed to increase since she became much more approachable when she joined the charity foundation. "Thank, I will humbly try to meet your expectations," May announced taking a step forward leaving Rakim’s embrace as she proceeded to take an elegant bow taking the title in style.

Chloe laughed, clapping for May before speaking into the mic again. "Alright, May, we’ll be watching your future ’failures’ with interest!" She winked, drawing a round of laughter and applause from the crowd. She adjusted her cards, grinning. "Now, moving on to an award that comes with slightly less pressure. The title of Most Likely to Rule the World!" The crowd perked up with amused anticipation, and Chloe held up her hands dramatically.

"This goes to our very own genius who can convince us all to follow them into anything—good or bad. And from what I hear she even turned down MIT," A hush fell over the crowd, and Chloe looked around before announcing, "The one, the only... Emma Rex!" The crowd erupted in cheers clapping enthusiastically as Emma the girl in question took a graceful bow.

A spare mic was passed towards her as they seemingly wanted her to say a few words. "Thank you, thank you," she said, her voice laced with humour. "Though, I’d like to clarify—I’m not turning down MIT for world domination. I’ve just got other plans… big ones," she added with a mischievous glint in her eye. The crowd roared with laughter and cheers, and she gave a final flourish of her hand before returning to her seat, her cheeks flushed but proud.

Chloe adjusted her glasses, her voice cutting through the laughter. "Alright, alright, calm down! We’ve still got a few more titles to go!" She shuffled her cue cards, taking a moment to glance around the room. Her eyes landed on a group of students at the far end of the room, and she couldn’t help but smile.

She called out a few more awards keeping the crowd entertained, trying her best to keep things light-hearted despite some of the questionable titles. "Now for the moment you have all been waiting for," she spoke up again once again capturing the attention of the students in front of her. "It is time to announce the class of 2019, Prom King and Queen.

"Voting has officially closed and has been counted so if you missed your chance forever hold your tongue for, I will hear nothing of it," She announced as in the background students who were part of the prom committee set up two thrones with crowns and a captor.

"Now class of 2019 your prom King by majority vote by a margin of 3 votes," She began after opening up the golden envelope that had the winner’s name written on it. "He is known for his moves on the field, you know him, and you love him give it up for Mr ShowTime himself Jason Taylor!"

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To Be Continued...