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The Entire freshman class, and a few upperclassmen finally had the buses loaded and were ready for their road trip when Jael (who was going along as the staff chaperone) realized something was missing.

"Where is Space Dog? I can't go anywhere without her. SpaceDog?! Space Dog? Princess-lovey-puppy-sweetie-pumpkin-pie?" Jael began to call, looking under the seats and rifling through everyone's luggage.

"Oh my gods! What if one of you crushed her with your luggage! SPACE DOG!?" Jael began to throw bags over her shoulder, one of them coming unzipped and filling the air with unmentionables and shoes.

A rather heavy pink platform (like I said, these are freshman and haven't taken Diebin's "The correct footwear for aspiring Ho's" seminar yet) hit Kendra on top on the head, followed by its mate that smacked her on the shoulder.

"Jael!" she cried, "She isn't here. She'll be fine... let'sjust get going."

"I. Am. Not. Leaving. Without. Her." Jael said and left the bus dragging her backpack and bag off with her. Before anyone could stop her, she had scampered off across campus, headed for the Rugby pitch calling, "Babygirl-honey-schmooky-pikapi-lovey-muttface-SpaceDog!"

The General shook his head, "That's our Jael," he said to the bus driver, who didn't give a flying fig who the nutter girl was. "You ready bub? We ain't got all day," the bus driver asked.

"Yes, yes I believe we are," replied the General.

And the bus pulled out of the parking lot and into the sunset. A great many adventures awaiting them on theirweek long journey...

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Meanwhile on the Rugby Pitch inside a crisp white tent:

"Grrrr..." growled Space Dog.

"Hey, that's mine." growled the OG, tugging on his tunic.

"Hey there General, let her have it" growled Jaelly.

"Grrrr," growled the OG.

"Ngggh."

End.