Don’t Croak! || F.R.O.G. + Drakken
It was time.
Nemo was going to throw up, or pass out. No. He was going to throw up, and then pass out, and when he woke up he would have doomed the population of secondary school frogs forever in his inability to get his sudden smack of stage fright under control.
See, Drakken had finally got the meeting scheduled with the school board to discuss F.R.O.G.’s proposal to stop live dissection and move to a virtual system. It was right after break-- which meant Nemo procrastinated most of break, so anxious about the looming meeting date that the only way to deal with it was to pretend it wasn’t happening.
But it was happening. He’d actually skipped dance practice this weekend in a panic to finish his presentation and practice with Mim. At Ruff 2 Fluff, he forced Ian and Greg to sit through it at least three different times each.
He stood outside the classroom, his heart a screaming tornado in his ears. Any second now, they’d be called in.
“Mim, what if I throw up and then pass out?” he whispered to his co-president, his eyes as wide as lily pads. “I’m really really bad at this stuff. I hate public speaking!”
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