The Tragic Fall of Anakin Skyfolder

The Tragic Fall of Anakin Skyfolder

By SuperFolders Jawa and JC

Come on, baby

Let’s do the twist

Come on, baby

Let’s do the twist

Take me by my little hand

And go like this!

This story happened not so long ago in a middle school not so far, far away.

It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it.

It is a story of love and loss, brotherhood and betrayal, courage and sacrifice and the death of dreams. It is a story of the blurred line between our best and our worst.

It is the story of the end of an age.

May 4th. Fun Night.

This is how it feels to be Harvey Cunningham, right now.

No Comment.

No victory.

No friends.

His own Origami Yoda was trashed. No use for that dumb ol’ paperwad anymore. Those losers wouldn’t listen to him anyway.

They were all busy dancing to The Twist. That was stupid. Harvey wasn’t gonna be caught dead dancing like that.

Sara was dancing—a big ol’ goofy smile while she danced with Tommy of all people. The party lights above made her long dark hair shimmer. That wasn’t fair.

This was pathetic. Later that night, Harvey’s mom was gonna ask what he did at the dance. What was he gonna say? “Oh, yeah, Ma, I just sat there on the stage like a moron while everybody else had fun?!”

Harvey tried to be helpful. He gave Tommy the best advice that he could. Sara’s a girl! She hates him! She hates all guys like them!

If she didn’t like Harvey—which she made abundantly clear—what hope did Tommy have?

Girls are heartless. Boys are dumb. They’re all just a bunch of losers listening to the pathetic whims of a paperwad. At least, that’s what Harvey thought.

After moping around on the stage for longer than he’d care to admit, then decided he just wanted to go home.

TBC!

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