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The Perfect Diamond Chapter 11 part 4 Mario's Pov A once calm, sweet breeze swept the area me and the rest of the students were working. A blocked off piece of land where doors from each class in ks3 could be the gateway to peace. Trees dotted around with a hedge to stop us running off down the road (except, for the huge holes in it, defeating the purpose they had intended.) Each class was; of course, divided into age and when you started school, this, however, didn't stop the school combining 2 classes of different ages. Strangely enough, it was the class my brother was in. It was already strange that a year 6 class was put with year 3's, n

The Perfect Diamond Chapter 11 part 3 Mario's Pov The meeting was a Apserlute nightmare. People showed up late; delaying the conference for a whole 30 minuits, for respect I'm not going to name who it was; Yoshi. It was Yoshi. Halfway through, one of the chairs disintegrated into golden sand; guess who's chair was that, it was mine and in the end, nothing was sorted for the race tomorrow. At least Bowser didn't arrive to have a one on one fight to the death with the table. I tried to put that aside though as I walked home, hoping nothing else happened while I was away from the castle. While my mind wondered, I managaged to look up into th

The Perfect Diamond Chapter 11 part 2 Sometime later: Luigi's Pov Stara and I struggled to push the heavy wooden door of the general store, it was more suitable to be the door of a large castle it was so big. I held the sugar and milk we had scavenged for in a mesh produce bag I picked up before we left the house. We decided to turn left, up the intimidatingly steep hill that stretched before us. During our climb, Stara accidentally bashed into a tall Gentletoad, briefcase in one hand, clipboard in the other. His brown duffle coat flapped in the gentle wind. "Oops. Sorry." The toad didn't reply as he passed by, vanishing into a sea of peopl

The Perfect Diamond Chapter 11 Stara's Pov Clanking and spluttering was what I herd when I stired from my slumber that moarning. Whistling, tapping  sounds blasted my ears forcing me to rise and hunt down where the racket came from. My subspition was that the sause was from the kitchen; the nearest room to back garden. The noise in question piqued my curiosity, so I tolled the blanket to the side and sluggishly stood up with a wobble. The racket of sound I found out came from Luigi, who was creating breakfast from what was left in the cubard. Working away at the hob, then in a flash of light went to the deck where the kettle was located and