"I, Elsa Shipley, promise to devote my incredible intuition towards this experiment here at Malcom High. With the help of my sister, Ana, we will find suitable partners for all single people who wish to step forward!"
That was what the poster said. Over a million copies were printed and posted around school. People were tired of finding them in their lockers, in the boy's bathrooms (God knows how she got them in there), anywhere and everywhere people could be.
Then there was Anatomy, that sunny Tuesday. Could Mrs. Leonard drone on any longer? Something had to be done.
A note fell on Elsa's desk. Who in their right mind passes notes in Mrs. Leonard's class? But, curious and rebellious, she slid it beneath her desk, keeping a watchful eye on Mrs. Leonard, and opened the letter. "When are you taking in people for the Matchmaker Trials? - Phillip Marlowe"
Phillip Marlowe was looking for a girlfriend? And was going to her, the least popular girl in school? She turned around to Phillip, who was sitting slightly behind her to her left, and she mouthed, "Now," when the phone rang.
"Mrs. Leanard's room," she answered when she picked it up. "Okay, I'll send her down." She looked at the class. "Elsa Shipley? Principal Chaplin wants to see you.
"Oooh!" three of the guys in class, Al Dubinski, John Burden-Smith, and Naveen Faris howled at her, knowing she was in trouble for the Matchmaker Trials. Mrs. Leonard shot them a dirty look and sent their minds back to their textbooks. She wrote Elsa a pass and sent her off.
Elsa received all sorts of looks from the classrooms she passed with open doors. She was known throughout the school now, and when they saw her walk in the direction of Principal Chaplin's office, they knew the Matchmaker Trials were over.
She only had a few people sign up, most of them not very popular, but the posters had to have been the biggest problem.
She carefully slid open his door and took a seat in the chair in front of him. He was checking something on his computer when she sat down. He turned around.
"Miss Shipley," he greeted her. "You know why you're here, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, folding her hands in her lap and looking down. "It's because of the Matchmaker Trials."
"It's not necessarily because of the trials itself, but it's just the posters." He adjusted a small Mickey Mouse on his desk. "You understand that posters have to be school-approved, and they have to be for school events, right?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know."
"Now, I am completely okay with you doing this, believe me, I think it will be a good idea for the people at this school to reconnect, but just keep the advertisements online, okay?"
"Thank you, sir!"
"You're welcome, Elsa." He scribbled something on her pass, then sent her off.
Thank the stars he didn't give me detention! she thought. I thought I was dead meat!
She skipped off to class, and, for the next week, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She created a website that had all the information on it, and almost every kid in school looked it up, though not everyone signed up. Finally, she posted, "SESSIONS TOMORROW!"
That was what the poster said. Over a million copies were printed and posted around school. People were tired of finding them in their lockers, in the boy's bathrooms (God knows how she got them in there), anywhere and everywhere people could be.
Then there was Anatomy, that sunny Tuesday. Could Mrs. Leonard drone on any longer? Something had to be done.
A note fell on Elsa's desk. Who in their right mind passes notes in Mrs. Leonard's class? But, curious and rebellious, she slid it beneath her desk, keeping a watchful eye on Mrs. Leonard, and opened the letter. "When are you taking in people for the Matchmaker Trials? - Phillip Marlowe"
Phillip Marlowe was looking for a girlfriend? And was going to her, the least popular girl in school? She turned around to Phillip, who was sitting slightly behind her to her left, and she mouthed, "Now," when the phone rang.
"Mrs. Leanard's room," she answered when she picked it up. "Okay, I'll send her down." She looked at the class. "Elsa Shipley? Principal Chaplin wants to see you.
"Oooh!" three of the guys in class, Al Dubinski, John Burden-Smith, and Naveen Faris howled at her, knowing she was in trouble for the Matchmaker Trials. Mrs. Leonard shot them a dirty look and sent their minds back to their textbooks. She wrote Elsa a pass and sent her off.
Elsa received all sorts of looks from the classrooms she passed with open doors. She was known throughout the school now, and when they saw her walk in the direction of Principal Chaplin's office, they knew the Matchmaker Trials were over.
She only had a few people sign up, most of them not very popular, but the posters had to have been the biggest problem.
She carefully slid open his door and took a seat in the chair in front of him. He was checking something on his computer when she sat down. He turned around.
"Miss Shipley," he greeted her. "You know why you're here, don't you?"
"Yes, sir," she replied, folding her hands in her lap and looking down. "It's because of the Matchmaker Trials."
"It's not necessarily because of the trials itself, but it's just the posters." He adjusted a small Mickey Mouse on his desk. "You understand that posters have to be school-approved, and they have to be for school events, right?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't know."
"Now, I am completely okay with you doing this, believe me, I think it will be a good idea for the people at this school to reconnect, but just keep the advertisements online, okay?"
"Thank you, sir!"
"You're welcome, Elsa." He scribbled something on her pass, then sent her off.
Thank the stars he didn't give me detention! she thought. I thought I was dead meat!
She skipped off to class, and, for the next week, she couldn't stop thinking about it. She created a website that had all the information on it, and almost every kid in school looked it up, though not everyone signed up. Finally, she posted, "SESSIONS TOMORROW!"
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