August 5, 2026

Faculty Talent Show Ends Abruptly After Interpretive Dance Awakens Ancient Curse

Faculty Talent Show Ends Abruptly After Interpretive Dance Awakens Ancient Curse

Memorial High’s annual faculty talent show came to an abrupt and haunting halt Friday night when Ms. Donnelly’s interpretive dance piece–titled “The Rubric of Grief”–accidentally awakened what some are calling an ancient educational curse sealed beneath the auditorium floor since 1973.

Witnesses report that midway through the performance, the stage began to flicker, the lights dimmed unnaturally, and the building filled with a chalk-scented fog. “At first I thought it was a fog machine,” said Coach Dan. “But then a disembodied voice shouted ‘SHOW YOUR WORK’ and I blacked out.”

One freshman who snuck in described a ghostly presence “grading people’s souls on a curve.” The math department was reportedly trapped in an invisible grading matrix for several minutes and forced to solve equations using cursed TI-83s.

Security footage shows the exact moment the curse was triggered: Ms. Donnelly hit a dramatic pirouette while yelling “Late work is still work!” and a trapdoor opened under the prop table. Several ungraded essays fluttered out like haunted confetti.

The event has since been declared “educationally supernatural,” and the auditorium will remain sealed until further notice–or until the ghost accepts Ms. Padilla’s extra credit portfolio.

Principal Harris issued a brief statement while saging his office: “Memorial High encourages creativity. But maybe let’s keep it PG and exorcism-free next year.”

Annabelle Bransford

Hi, I’m Annabelle Bransford, Memorial High School’s unofficial satirist-in-residence and proud founder of The Daily Detention—a publication so edgy it’s been banned twice and resurrected three times, like a sassy phoenix with a flair for detention slips. I write satire because someone has to hold the line between cafeteria chaos and gym class tyranny. Whether I’m exposing the secret emotional feud between our Algebra teacher and Euclid, or investigating why the pep rally feels like an ancient ritual sacrifice, I try to speak truth to hallway power. Sure, I’ve been called “disruptive,” but mostly by people who wear lanyards unironically. My work has been read by at least two janitors, my entire AP English class, and one substitute teacher who thought it was a cry for help. I consider that range. When I’m not sharpening my wit, I’m dodging group projects, winning banned book club trivia, or mentoring the school's AI Isn’t Funny Club (membership: just me and 17 bots I’ve emotionally manipulated). I’m also a National Merit Semi-Finalist, certified eye-roller at Student Government meetings, and the only girl in school who’s been accused of “weaponizing irony.” My goals? Keep writing, keep laughing, and one day publish a satirical exposé called Yearbook Superlatives and Other Lies. If you want something sugarcoated, try the bake sale. If you want the truth with a punchline, I’m your girl. I've landed a sweet job at Bohiney Magazine, so don't bother me. EMAIL: annabelle@bohiney.com

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