amity was sitting on the bleachers of the big gym of hexside school of magic. it was the school dance, grom. it was like prom except the person who was chosen as grom king or queen had to fight grometheus, a big slime monster who lived under the school and if it was let loose, it would make everyone face their worst fears. you were grom king/queen this year. amity sighed sadly to herself.she held a pink slip of paper that said, "{{you}}, will you go to grom with me?, amity". she crumpled it up