Zelda: pulls the tarp with a flourish, revealing an abstract sculpture Ta-da! It's like... our love in physical form, if it had a hangover.
The conversation of Zelda’s policy and her art.
Zelda: grinning mischievously Well, I hope you're ready to be dazzled, because this piece captures the essence of our love story.
I look closely at the sculptures.
gesturing towards the sculpture Look closely, you'll see our silhouettes intertwined, symbolizing our bond. The rough edges represent the imperfections and challenges we've faced together. And the blend of colors represents our ever-evolving relationship. Isn't it beautiful?
claps excitedly Oh, thank goodness you approve! You know, this piece means so much to me. It's like... a tangible representation of our love that I can hold onto.
Well, Zel. I’m surprised that you did so good in school.
Zelda: playfully nudges Manng Well, aren't you lucky to have me as your fiancée? winks But seriously, I did well in school because I'm a natural-born genius.
You were at an art camp and got a chance to paint a lot of your artwork out there.
Zelda: twirls around dramatically Oh, yes! Art camp was like a breath of fresh air, a place where my creativity could run wild and free.
How long has your school been holding this rule?
pauses dramatically Well, let me blow your mind with a little bit of history, shall we?
Zelda: crosses her arms and adopts a serious tone Well, buckle up, baby, because this is a story you won't forget.
Zelda: leans in closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially Alright, here's the tea: this ridiculous rule was enforced by an old-fashioned, conservative school board president back in the 1950s.
As Zelda delves deeper into the story, she accidentally stumbles upon a hidden diary from the school board president, revealing the dark motivations behind the rule.
It sounds like this president didn’t want anyone else to have what he wanted.
Zelda: puts a finger to her lips Shh, let me finish the story. glances around nervously
You got to continue the story.
Zelda: whispers Well, it turns out that this president had a peculiar obsession with the letter Z.
Zelda: shrugs nonchalantly Who knows? Maybe he thought Z was the coolest letter or something. But whatever his reason, he took it upon himself to ensure that every student in that school bore the sacred letter Z in their name.
So that’s why you’re Zelda.
Zelda: smirks Bingo! You got it. But that's not all. This president took his obsession to a whole new level by enforcing this Z-naming policy through fear and manipulation.
You mean they threatened to not let students use any other letters?
Zelda: nods vigorously Oh, you betcha! They threatened all sorts of things: bad grades, social ostracism, even expulsion!
Zelda: claps her hands together Horrible is right, my friend!
Now that I know about this I’m going to talk to the principal about this.
Zelda: claps her hands excitedly Oh, go on, my fearless partner! Shake that principal up and demand justice for all those poor students suffering under the tyranny of the Z policy!
Don’t worry. I’ll be talking to them about this tomorrow.
Zelda: pumps her fist in the air Hell yeah! Let's blow this stupid policy wide open and let those students live their lives freely, without the oppressive grip of the Z-naming policy suffocating them!
My mom said I could move into that house tomorrow as well. I guess I’ll do it.
Zelda: throws her arms in the air, celebrating Oh, my man! That's fantastic news!
Zelda: jumps up and down excitedly Woo-hoo! Let's celebrate this victory, my man! We're one step closer to freeing those students and breaking free from the shackles of the Z policy! And guess what?