*In the football field on the bleachers*
"Oh, Wilson. Where is the 'good' in goodbye?" asked Clare, sadly. "It's just before the bye" whispered Gumball. "I don't know what I'll do without you. The cheerleader is so 'give me an s, give me an a, give me a d. What does it spell?' (sigh) sad. But at the same time the goth in me is like '(groans) whatever'. And the football player in me is all like 'brooooooo'-ken hearted. And the major red in me plays a big sad blow on his trombone" said Wilson. "I thought he was actually gonna make the noise" whispered Gumball who was next to Darwin sitting inside the bleachers. "(Groans) Would you leave us alone? Don't you get it? This is not about YOU!" said Clare, angrily. "'Not about chew'?" said a confused Gumball. "What does that mean?" asked Darwin. "I don't know, sounds Cantonese" said Gumball. "I said this is not about you" said Clare. "'Not a bad chew'?" asked Darwin. "NOT. ABOUT. YOU" yelled Clare. "Still not getting it" said Gumball. "(GROAN) Goodbye" said Clare to Wilson as she walked along the football field.

Gumball's narration: As I walked into the distance, I realized that alas I had lost one friend, I had gained two. One far more superior to the other one. I mean, what was he supposed to be anyway-. "CAN YOU AT LEAST LET ME VOICE MY OWN THOUGHTS!!" yelled Clare.

*At Clare's locker*
Clare's narration: Next, I had to say goodbye to the person who taught me everything I know...about Geography, Mr.Corneille. "Ah, Cooper. Like Shakespeare once said 'pardon is such sweet sorrow'. The capital of Sweden is Stockholm. Facts" said Mr.Corneille. "I wanted to thank you, Mr.Corneille" said Clare. "If you only remember one thing I've taught you, it's this: question everything" said Mr. Corneille. "Why?" asked Clare. "No, don't question that. Question everything except that" said Mr. Corneille. "So, it's question everything unquestioningly?" asked Clare. "Yes, I think" said Mr. Corneille, laying upside down on his desk. "But, what am I gonna do without you?" asked Clare, sadly. "As long as you carry that book I gave you, I'll always be watching over you" said Mr. Corneille. "You...you mean like in spirit?" asked Clare. "No, turn it over" said Mr. Corneille. Clare turned the book over and saw a picture of Mr. Corneille in a brown sweater with a cat in his hand. "Oh" she said. Clare started tearing up when, suddenly, Gumball and Darwin started blowing a fan in her face. "What are you doing?" Clare managed to ask. "*Turns fan off* We're drying your tears *turns fan on again, but Clare throws it out the window*" said Gumball. "What do you want from me?" asked Clare. "We wanna help, there's no reason for you to leave Elmore" said Darwin. "There's nothing you can do about it. And like I said before: this is not about YOU" said Clare. "*Speaking Cantonese* We do not speak Cantonese" said Darwin. Clare groaned as she let her long hair cover her face. "See, the problem here is your attitude towards life. *Claps hands* Darwin, I'll be life. You be Clare" said Gumball. "Ok" said Darwin as he had hair on his head that looks like Clare's green hair. "Life is giving Clare a hard time *smacks Darwin*. And what is she doing about it?" said Gumball. Darwin acts all depressed and impersonates Clare. "Let's try that again, but with a more proactive attitude" said Gumball as Darwin throws him out the window. "Now, do you see the difference between fighting the odds and just moping about it?" asked Gumball. "Mr. Corneille, SAY something" Clare pleaded, getting frustrated. "Uhhhhhhhh. Brussels is the capital of Belgium?" said Mr. Corneille nervously. "(Goran) I do NOT mop" said Clare as she left the room.