Exactly 8 months into Don's sixteenth year alive.

That was the day that Graduation Prom. Night was held Don had to return the blazer to Aunt Cat. He stepped out of Tanjong Pagar's MRT station, outfit in his hand. Again, that familiar warmth swept him off into a hazy, light-footed demeanor.

Don called Jasper up, and the response was that said person was near the meeting spot, and he would be coming. Then they would go rent a blazer for his prom night.

Ah, prom night...

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"Lemme give Mrs Yeo a call to ask for directions," Don said with a twinkle in his eye.

Dum dee dum...

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"Hello, Mrs Yeo? Yes, this is WeiWen here."

"Yes, WeiWen. What is it?"

"I was just wondering..." Don glanced over Lester and Jerico in the taxi, "... What should I wear for prom night tonight, ah?"

It was a AR-OH-EFF-AL moment.

"What, WeiWen? You're telling me, at this time... at 6-"

"6.20pm"

"-at 6.20pm that you haven't picked out an outfit?! You have to reach here by 7! Do you know... Oh never mind. Wear something formal, please."

"Nah, was just joking."

"What the-"

"Nono, hear me out, I really do need your help on this. Where is the specific location of Grand Hyatt?" The driver in question was not familiar with the route he was supposed to take.

"Hai... You ah, WeiWen... It's at Scotts Road."

"Ah, alright. Thanks, Mrs Yeo!"

-click-

"Scotts Road, uncle."

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Decked out in his Sunday's best, Don exited the taxi along with Jerico and Lester.

They were presumably late. (ohnoes!)

Fashionably late, I would like to think.

Oh sorry, they were FASHIONABLY late.

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"Excuse me, miss. Where's the way to Anderson Sec's prom ballroom?"

"This way, sir."

Oooh, I'm a "sir".

"Where?" Don couldn't resist asking again.

"There, sir," the fair lady reached her hand out into that direction.

Sir. =3

"Ah, thank you."

Don motioned to the other two, which were still standing in the middle of the lobby, seemingly taking in the scenery.

Very nice scenery.

Just then, Don spotted someone familiar. Was it... Wow.

Kellynn. (Author's Notes: I still can't spell her name right. Pardon me, Kel! )

"Hullo, WeiWen!"

"...Heyya!"

"Lookin' good!"

"Huh?..." Don looked at his outfit. It didn't look half bad...

"Hey, thanks!"

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I wonder what everyone would look like...

Up the escalator did Don take, his mind wandering. His train of thought was only broken by the friendly chatter emanating from the top floor.

Woot, top floor. Paradisimo!~

Up there, few people was recognisable.

Oh man, am I at the wrong floor, Don glanced down at the ballroom on the previous floor.

No wait... They are who I think they are...

"WeiWen! Yo!"

"Haha, Yong Kiat!"

Yep, correct floor.

"WeiWen! Wa, you're here!" A recognisable voice resonated from the babble.

Don turned around to see Yi Xuan and Pamela. Angel and Yi Xin were there too.

"Huh, WeiWen? Where?" Angel peered around the area.

"In front of you, la!" Someone sounded.

"Oh! Wa! That's WeiWen, ah!"

LoL.

"Yeah, it's me."

"Come, come, let's take pictures."

"Lawl, kay."

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It wasn't before long that everyone had to enter the ballroom. Only then did this set in for Don...

Wow, everyone looks good today.

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"Hey, Paris."

Pamela looked like Paris Hilton. It was only later on that people told Don that she actually looked like XiaXue did Don actually thought it was too.

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"Wa, Aaron. Formal sia."

"Wa, WeiWen. Shuddup, la."

=P

Aaron was wearing a bright red tie with a whitish shirt and had a blazer to top it all off. Funky!

Syn Yeow didn't look like a fish out of water, too. He didn't look half bad with his apparel consisting of a charcoal-black shirt and pants.

That guy better get his act up in JC, Don thought he gave Syn Yeow the first and last hug.

He's just misunderstood.

Don'll be rooting for the big guy.

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"Come on, get your seats already," Mrs Yeo rattled above the chatter, her voice muffled by the many "oohs" and "ahhs" of the cohort.

Donovan twaddled over to 4/1's designated table, but not before he gave Wilson a bear hug from the back.

"What the-" Wilson was visibly shaken from the unprecedented action.

"Wa, Wei Wen ah. Knew it was you. Hey, lookin' good!"

"And you too, Wilson. Haha, where's Yong Yuan?" Don asked as Abel approached. Yong Yuan still seemed to be outside.

"Hey Wei Wen. Why are you wearing boots here?!" Abel tapped Don's shoulder, his hand landing on the shoulder pads of the tuxedo.

"Shoes, lah-" Wei Wen revealed his socks beneath the velvety suit.

"Orh, and wow, nice suit. Much better than what the others are wearing here. Some even came in sports shoes!" Abel breathed aloud as a few more friends approached the table of 4/4.

Hm, didn't notice what shoes the rest are wearing... Who actually BOTHERS to look at shoes in this kind of light?

Don smiled weakly at Abel as he left to join Cheng Cheng, Hao Bo and the rest. It would seem that they're already there, and ready for some food.

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A frantic Mrs Yeo made sure that everyone was comfortably seated in the expensive cushioned chairs of the Grand Hyatt ballroom in due time.

Many thank-you speeches were made, but it was this speech that actually caught Don's attention:-

"Welcome Andersonians of year 2006!" *cue cheer*
"As you can see, this ballroom is very big!" *cue cheer*
"And also, if you've entered the wrong ballroom, please make your way to the ballroom downstairs!" *cue confusion*
"Yes, I'm talking about the smaller ballroom downstairs, because Anderson has booked the LARGEST ballroom in Grand Hyatt, for tonight!" *cue bigger cheer*

Ah, Mrs Poh.

Don had accumulated much respect for Mrs Poh over the short span of nine months. She was not only a principal, she was a teacher, a guardian, and also a saint. If it wasn't for her, Don's ass would have been grilled medium-rare and served to the media with some baked potato and salad.

"I bet all of you are all quite hungry now right..." Everyone groaned in unison.

"Okay then, let the feast begin!" Mrs Poh boomed into the microphone, a hint of Dumbeldore in her accent.

What, no wave of the wand? No loud voices to command flying gnomes to serve us our dinner?

WHERE'S THE PUMPKIN JUICE?!...

Don mentally saluted Mrs Poh as she made her way down the podium.

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"Okay, let's go get some-" Don turned around, only to see Pamela and Yixuan already gone off.

If only they use that speed in shuttle run...

The gals had first priority to the sumptuous food; Because after all, we had to be gentlemen...

...Or because if there wasn't a guideline like this, the girls would have already been trampled by the guys, and nothing would remain on the buffet tables. We were, after all, Singaporeans by nature.

And so, most guys went like this:-

After three minutes...
"Wa, why the gals so long one..."

Five minutes...
"Sian, they hor liao buay?"

Eight minutes...
"Kao... Hungry laaaaaaaaaa."

Eight and a half minutes...
"Zzz... Don't care, let's go liao."

Nine minutes...
"CHIONG ARHHH!"

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The marble-furnished table was laden with an assortment of delicacies, each and every one of them tantalizing in their silver platters.

Slices of smoked salmon adourned the shiny metals, its grilled pink tempting crimson desires.

Prawn kebabs laid garnishing another tray, its melange of seafood and crisp greens a perfect combination.

Then, right there in an inconspicuous corner of the room, stood a beefy man donning a large chef's hat, with a large serving of meat right in front of his razor-sharp blades.

Yum, hand-sliced beef!...

...I don't take beef.

A minor inconvenience for Don as he laid his plate with various vegetables, choosing from a selection of various vinagrettes.

Thousand Island?

Bleu Cheese?

Thai Chilli was chosen.

Satisfied with his very first course, Don made his way back to the table, only to see Hao Bo and Cheng already having a tryst with their overladen plates.

"Wa, pro. You're eating Bukit Timah, issit?" Don teased.

"Wei, this is Mount Everest, okay?" Cheng replied with a hint of pride.

"Er, then you take only this ah, WeiWen?" Pamela and Yixuan asked, their plates piled with prawn kebabs.

"No la, this is appetizer, tia!" Don patted his growling stomach lightly. He proceeded to crunch on a cabbage leaf as both girls looked at him, amused.

Hors d'oeuvre. (Pronounce: or- doof)

So exotic!

The following two three four plates were laden with smoked salmon, chicken ham, and vegetables respectively.

The last plate was stacked up with what Don likes to call "Seafood Surprise". With a vegetable base, pile anything that resembles seafood on the plate, then smatter on it a generous serving of thick dressing/gravy. That way you can't recognise what sinful food you're gonna put into your mouth. So is that shrimp or fish? Surprise!

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"Hey, WeiWen, let's act 'tao' and super-model-like!" Pamela picked Don up from his seat.

"Uhh..." Don was the non-photogenic type of person, you see?

"Come, la!"

Pamela did look stunning.

"On!"

"Okay! Get ready arh! Okay, now act tao!"

And need one say, did a few heads turn.

*Snap!*

That was probably the best picture Don had ever taken in his sixteen years. And that says ALOT.

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The emcee of the entertainment part wasn't half bad. He hosted a few particularly amusing ones, like word and dancing games.

It all fell down to just the dancing game that everyone talked about. It was no 'Audition.Sea".

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"Okay, so this is how it's going to work. I blindfold you people *wait for gasp*, and you dance. Just let loose, and dance.

And one quotes, some danced too much, and some danced too little. Some danced like they had something shoved up their ass, and some danced like they had something coming out of it.

It was especially fun for the "boy with the least hair".

"What's your name?"

"Uhhh..."

"Mm?"

"Nelson."

"Great, Nelson, you shall be the boy with the least hair."

Slowly by slowly, one by one... Everyone was out. Except for Geraldine and the 'boy with the least hair', which was actually played by the emcee.

"Alright, here's the last round of the competition. Please do not remove your blindfolds. Contestant number 1, are you okay?" The emcee handed the mike to the already-jousted competitor who responded with a resounding 'yes'.

The same went on with three others, until he came up to Nelson.

"Are you okay, boy with the least hair?" Emcee looked for Nelson. Nelson wasn't there.

Improvise!

"Ha?" The emcee mimicked into the microphone, much to the laughter of everyone. Geraldine bought it.

"And are you still good, Contestant numberrrrrr five?" Cheers were heard.

"Alright, let's start the last song!"

Fergie-licious boomed from all surroundings, and Geraldine, oblivious to her being alone on stage, performed a mucho-sexy dance. The plethora of moves suited her well.

Now imagine the embarrassment that she felt after this whole event.

Geraldine's the best dancer in school, AND she brought the house down with her.

Is that groovy, or what?

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"Now then, who'll be Mister and Miss Enchanting?"

It was said that the contestants for this 'contest' were chosen by the teaching staff, so not much was known about selection.

The most memorable females were...

Cheerful Apple, from 4/1, the amazing class Don's from, too.
Strong-legged Elaine, from 4/2, the girl whose roundhouse kicks kill.
Talented Carol, from 4/4, whose piano skills... pwn.
Charismatic Mavis, from 4/5, one of the few girls on Earth that plays a mean game of DotA.

*Side-note: Don considers himself lucky. *cough* So stop mocking him, now! >=)*

As for the males,

Slacker Sean, from 4/3, whose gambling skills top the roof.
Witty Divek, from 4/4, the one whose wit is unsurpassable.
Super-Lame Nicholas, from 4/4, the same one that gives all the lame jokes that kills.
Quiet Alvin, from 4/6, when he does speak he says a few gems of his own.
Atheletic Shaun, from 5/1. No one has EVER really beaten him in an arm-wrestling match.

Read down the list. Don senses a pattern here. For some reason or another, these are traits that are highly, highly attractive.

*grins*

To wrap it off,

Apple became Prom. Queen (because 4/1 rules, duh!)
Shaun Ng became Prom. King (he's shuai, can? damn 'manly lo.)

And...

For the many contributions made to Anderson,

Vanessa became Miss Andersonian! (it's because 4/1 produces outstanding people, lah!)
Gan Jia Hao became Mr Andersonian! (one of the best people-person one could ever meet)

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Speeches were next.

Groan.

Donovan was touched by them.

Urgh, and I hate showing my emotions.

"Er, I'm not much of a speaker... But... Thanks for everything, Anderson."

"I'll never forget this place..."

"Anderson Sec. We rock."

"So thanks for the care and concern, the love and warmth, the good times, and the bad times."

Yeah, Don was touched.

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But enough with the boring stuff! The best was yet to come!

"And now I present to you... 19plunge!"

19plunge made an appearance! They are one of the most successful bands Anderson has ever produced.

It's still a mystery how hundreds of students got 'high' on endorphins within a span of minutes.

11:30pm, band starts performing.
11:31pm, prom. king and queen starts dance after much hesitation.
11:32pm, a few more people join them on the dance floor.
11:33pm, dozens are pulled in by the dozens already dancing.
11:34pm, lights go dimmer, almost everyone's out of their seats.
11:35pm, mosh pit forms.

It's like freakin' Geography!

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Ananda was spinning around with Nathanael, who was jumped on by Pamela, whose skirt rubbed Don's, who popped with Yi Xuan, who was amused by the antics of Jonathan... the endless list goes on.

Joy was in the air...

...And so was luck.

If only I did! Still, who knows what's to come?

The clock struck twelve as most left the moshpit, tired but happy.

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So that's it.

Everything has culminated into this sheer moment of ecstascy.

The four whole years of Anderson Secondary School.

At least it ended on a fabulous note.

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A familiar ringtone from Shaman King spilled into the quiet surroundings.

"Huh? Oh, Jasper, you're already here? Alright, I'm already at..."