What A Dream Wants

Oh, no...

His popcorn dropped onto the ground.

He mourned for the fallen popcorn before turning around to look at the person who bumped into him.

It was that girl again.

What was her name?

Steven couldn't remember.

He turned around and cleaned up the mess.

. . .

"Look at THAT, folks! Winning a match after narrowly escaping defeat! The winner is Class 4." Mr. Bruyant yelled out loudly, "Wasn't that an interesting match?"

Steven didn't know. He was too busy stocking up on popcorn. The guy at the stand refilled his bucket. Once again, it was filled with golden buttery goodness.

He plopped one in his mouth.

"Our next battle will be between two members of Class 1 and Class 5." He boomed into the microphone.

On one side was a gorgeous black haired girl, her luscious locks falling down on her hourglass figure. She took out a rubber band and tied her hair into a messy bun. Her creamy chocolate eyes and milky skin glistened in the sunlight.

Mmmm... Steven was distracted by how appealing his popcorn was. The sweet smell wavered in his nose before he grabbed a handful and gobbled it down.

He then looked up and saw the mesmerizing girl.

Steven's eyes widened because he realized he forgot her name!

Oh, wait, her name is... Demi, right? He couldn't remember the last name. Wasn't it like some chocolate brand?

On the other side was another girl. She was pretty.

Her arms were crossed and so was her face.

Steven continued eating popcorn, waiting for a good show.

"This time! I will win!" The other girl announced.

"Probably not..." Demi replied back.

"Don't use your underhanded tactics again." The other girl growled loudly.

"Shush," Demi whispered. She looked around, noticing a bunch of people. "Don't expose me!"

Steven plopped a couple pieces of popcorn into his mouth.

The girls whispered in hushed tones for a while before Mr. Bruyant coughed.

He wanted to start the match, but facing the gorgeous yet wildly dangerous glares of both girls, he decided he probably didn't have the right to speak.

His freedom of speech was taken away by their vicious glares.

At this moment, Mr. Bruyant decided to patiently wait for the girls to stop the conversation. He hummed a song. A while later, they finally stopped arguing, and Mr. Bruyant began to shout:

"On your marks! Get set... GO!"

Eventually, the girls got tired and resorted to their special techniques.

The other girl held her palm up, preparing a special technique. A purple glow lit up on her hand.

Demi held up her own hand, a golden glow lighting up.

They glared at each other before they finally threw their fists down elegantly. Their hands curved up and down elegantly in a sissy fight.

They slapped each other's hands away with skill and awe-inducing technique. Just as the other girl was about to gain an advantage, Demi used her special technique.

A river of chocolate bars fell on the outskirts of the arena, and immediately, the other girl's eyes brightened. With that moment of hesitation, Demi used the last bit of her strength to push the girl a hundred meters out of the arena.

The girl picked up a chocolate bar before realizing she had been tricked.

"No fair!" The other girl complained, stomping her feet.

"Life isn't always sweet like chocolate." Demi let out a small smirk.

The other girl huffed loudly and sashayed away, leaving a victorious Demi on the stadium. She beamed brightly.

"The winner is from Class 1!" Mr. Bruyant announced.

Demi bowed shamelessly and walked out of the arena.

. . .

"Alright, that concludes the main matches for today!" Mr. Bruyant shouted into the microphone. "If you lost a fight, you can sign up here, for a second battle!"

The sun was setting, and Steven, along with most of the other spectators exited the gates.