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- <b>~Here yo u go, off to compete ~ <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>~Nerve s stack up inside of you, gett ing close r and clos er to burs ting~ <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>~W ill you po p? Or will you get yourself e vened out? ~ <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>~*~*~* ~ </b><p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>The b right sun rays slip ped throug h the octa gon shaped windows a nd shined right into my eyes. I woke up <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>squinti ng with an explosion of bright orange a nd red col ors behind my eyelid s. This is why I sho uld sleep with a <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> pillow ove r my head. I quickly took the pillow out from und er my head and slamm ed it over my face. "Five more minutes," I grumbl ed. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>It o nly took a mere five seconds b efore a di stinct si nking feel ing shot d own my spi ne. I shot out of be d, my pill ow flying somewhere in my roo m. "The su nrise!" I shrieked. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Oh no, n o, no, no , no! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Th e sunrise is suppose d to be th e start of the trai ning day. All the st udents wak e up, eat breakfast in the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>M ess Hall, and are ex pected to be lined o utside in the grass field by the time t he sun is up. Here t he rays ha ve just b linded me and I'm st ill in bed and my pa jamas. In other word s, I'm not just lat e, I'm sup er late. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>The morni ng gong ra ng, sealin g my fate . A gong s ounds off to signal the start and end of a trainin g day, <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> without fa il, every single mor ning. The fact that I'm still in my dis heveled st ate when I heard the gong mean s how badl y things will be fo r me later on. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I q uickly rus hed to my dresser a nd tried t o keep it together w hile I cha nged into my workout clothes. The <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kit sune Clan assigned e very stude nt an outf it to tra in in... a nd a purpl e nightgow n wasn't p art of the ensemble. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"How ca n I be lat e?" I shri eked to my self, "I'v e never b een late b efore! Thi s is impos sible!" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> Once I was dressed in my prop er clothes , I skidde d out of m y room and down the hallway o f my secto r <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>house. "Cassie-C han! Yami- San! Luna! Are you guys here? " I cried out. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Whe re were my teammate s? Surely they didn' t just lea ve me alon e. Cassie or Yami ar e always the ones w ho <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>wake me up, it' s been tha t way sinc e day one . I've onl y been at this clan a month, j ust like m y other fo ur teamma tes. The f ive of us are consid ered 'fres h meat' in the clan and if a fresh meat is late f or trainin g... <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I r emembered the punis hment that Kuroi onc e told me about: <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>" One time I saw a ki d do eight -hundred p ush-ups," Kuroi said gravely. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>He's my sector lea der who ha s been her e the past three ye ars, the o nly senior member am ong us in Sector 7. "Eight-hu ndred push -ups?" I q uestioned back to hi m. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kuroi nodded. " He had to do two-hun dred of th em on his tongue." "No way," I gaped. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>"That's p hysically impossibl e," Yami t hen stated . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kuroi shrugged h is shoulde rs. "Hey, I'm just telling yo u fresh me ats what I saw." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>" What happe ned to the kid who h ad to do i t?" Cassi e inquired , joining in my curi osity. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>M y team lea der threw both his hands up. "I'm prett y sure he' s dead." T he memory ended. Oh no. I'm g onna die. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Forget c alling out for my te ammates. I ran to t he front d oor, slid it open ha stily, and nearly tr ipped out the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>doo r. Maybe i f I make i t to the g rass field s in time , I can ju st stand t here I've like been there the whole time . But thi s is a shi nobi clan, which mak es all my teachers h ighly trai ned warri ors themse lves. Ther e's no way I'm gonna slip past people of their le vel. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>The brisk fre sh air hit my face a nd sent a layer of goosebumps down my a rms. It wa s the begi nning of S eptember, the month where sum mer bids f arewell an d autumn s ays hello. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I bound ed down t he steps o f my secto r house an d skidded to a stop. In front of me were all five of my <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>t eammates, just stand ing there on the fro nt lawn o f our sect or house. There was Sector 7's leader, K uroi Kaze, Teruko C assie, Han ran Nigaru , YamiTsuk i, and Yam i's little sister, L una. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Spe aking of L una, the l ittle kid was the fi rst one t o notice m e. "Mornin g, Tabby-C han!" she exclaimed with a smi le on her face. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I looked at Luna with widened e yes. "What are you so happy f or?" Surel y she know s that our whole sec tor <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>was late for t raining an d now we'r e all gonn a die. Su rely! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Lu na blinked a few tim es, even s cratched h er pixie- cut head o f jet blac k hair. "I guess I'm happy bec ause I had egg drop soup for breakfast, " she then answered, "and I'm happy that Cassie-C han let me brush her hair, 'ca use it's r eally soft and stuff . Oh, and I'm happy that the bruise on my arm tur ned purple because I love pur ple! Yeah, all these things ar e great." She smiled . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I smac ked my pal m to my fo rehead. "N o, Luna. W e're all gonna die! " I hissed . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>She lo oked left, looked ri ght, left again, an d back at me. "Right now?" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>" Don't you see? We'r e late for training, Luna! It' s way past sunrise. Now we're gonna be punished b y one of <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>the teach ers, and i t'll proba bly be Se nsei Akira because s he's the s cariest." I huffed o ut a big b reath of air. Why d o I have t o explain this stuff , she shou ld know wh at her fat e is. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Y ami, Luna' s older br other, ste pped over closer to his siste r and myse lf. "Um, T abby-Chan, you didn' t see the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>note I l eft you, d id you?" h e asked me . I shook my head n o. "Oh, we ll I left you a note explainin g that Sen sei Akira left our sector a n ote," Yami explained . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Ha! Y ou left a note abou t leaving a note! Yo u're so fu nny, bro," Luna chuc kled. I d on't recal l ever see ing a note . "I never saw one," I told hi m. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Yami bowed his head once. "My apolo gies, Tab by-Chan. I thought y ou would s ee it. Nig aru-San wa s the firs t <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>one to wake up a nd he saw that Sense i Akira pu t a note on our doo r. She tol d us not t o show up for traini ng and <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>t o meet her outside t he sector house at 6 :00 sharp ." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>My ey es drifted up to the skies ove rhead. "Th at's like , forty-fi ve minutes away," I awed. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Ya mi nodded. "This wa s the firs t morning ever where you could have slep t in. I th ought you would hav e <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>wanted to. Sorry for makin g you pani c." Yami w as genuin e, as he a lways was. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>He was my best fr iend in th e clan, o nly a year younger t han me at twelve com pared to m y thirteen . He was a <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>great companion, even if h e was a li ttle odd a t times. Yami had b right silv er hair an d pale whi te skin. T he best th ing about him were his chocol ate brown eyes; they always gl eamed with care and concern. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"It's ok ay," I fin ally sighe d, remembe ring how t o breathe at the sa me time. " I was just scared, t hat's all. But <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>it' s alright. " <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Scare d? Ah come on, Tabb y-Chan!" L una exclai med. She b egan to bo unce back and forth on her he els and ba lls of her feet, unt il Yami he ld her dow n by putti ng a hand on her he ad. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>The little gir l was the youngest m ember of this clan at eight y ears old. She was Ya mi's siste r, however , the two <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>looked nothing al ike. Where Yami was pale, Luna 's skin w as a dark tan. She w as short a nd on the scrawny si de, <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>with wild hair that went in every direction. It was a lways amus ing to see the two s tand side- by-side kn owing that they're related. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>"So what if I had w ritten a n ote about Yami writ ing you a note?" Lun a then ask ed me. "Th en that wo uld <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>mean that I wr ote a note about wri ting a not e. Ooh! A nd Sensei Akira wrot e the orig inal note, so that's three <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>n otes." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Y ami patted his siste r's head. "Sorry si s, but tha t's not ou r biggest concern ri ght now," he said. H e turned <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>back to me, "So wh at do you think is g oing on? I don't se e any othe r sectors waiting ou tside, I t hink we're the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>onl y ones Sen sei Akira wanted to see." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I looked aro und me to see if he was right. The Kits une Clan i s a huge s chool that goes on f or miles a nd miles, all surro unded by a jutted st one wall. There are thirteen s ector hous es, each built with pagoda-st yled roofs and <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>woo d and bamb oo. The K itsune Cla n divided their stud ents up in to thirtee n sectors, each sec tor with s even membe rs each. A ll the hou ses are li ned up in a row, th erefore I would have seen if a ny other s tudents we re standin g outside. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Yami w as correct , the only ones out here were the six o f us. We w ere Sector 7, one me mber short of a comp leted team . I thoug ht about m y answer t o Yami's p osing ques tion. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"I have no idea," I y awned. Yea h, I didn' t think ab out my ans wer for to o long. L uckily, it didn't ta ke long fo r the answ er to pres ent itself . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>There was a shif t in the m orning air . I don't know what exactly c hanged, I just know that somet hing in th e <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>presen t atmosphe re wasn't the same a s before. There I w as, standi ng outside with my h eart racin g and <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>ti redness st ill in my bones. Ya mi and Lun a were sta nding righ t in front of me, wi th Cassie not too f ar off, an d <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kuroi standing w ith his le gs apart and arms c rossed lik e some big shot. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>T he only on e who was quite a d istance aw ay was Han ran, the m iddle boy of our sec tor. Hanra n was the type of g uy who not only like d his spac e, he dema nded it. H e was far thest away from ever yone with his back t o us. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Ac tually, H anran is w hat tipped me off in the first place. He turned hi s head and looked i n Cassie's direction . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Nigar u-San?" Ca ssie asked after a long momen t went by with Hanra n still st aring at h er. Like m e and Yam i, Cassie and Hanran were clos e in age a s well. Sh e was sixt een and h e was seve nteen. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>H anran cont inued to b e silent, however, he began t o take slo w and caut ious steps towards u s. "It's t ime," he said in a very low v oice. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Be fore I cou ld ask wha t Hanran m eant, Lun a threw he r arms in the air an d exclaime d, "I've g ot it!" "G ot what?" I asked h er. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"I r emembered the real r eason why I'm so ha ppy! It's because Ni garu-San c aught a fr og and he let me hol d it. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I t was all slimy 'n s tuff and s quishy," L una answe red. Her b rother sho ok his hea d. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"That was three weeks ag o," Hanran merely po inted out. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"I know , I've bee n happy a bout it ev er since," Luna grin ned. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Tha t was all there was to say ab out that s ubject. Wh at Hanran was referr ing to bec ame obvio us; Akira <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>appeared before us , the teac her we wer e waiting on. Just like that, our Secto r 7 was in the prese nce of the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kitsune Clan's se cond-in-co mmand, Aki ra Miyamot o herself . The woma n had her fighting u niform on; a black c at suit wi th a crim son red sa sh, and tw o matching red strap s over the shoulders to make an 'X' sha pe. These were not h er usual c lothes. Sh e was dres sed for b attle. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>O h no, I re alized, sh e's dresse d for batt le! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Hey Sensei, w haddya doi ng here so early?" K uroi then asked. Fo r the firs t time tha t morning, I heard m y <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>sector leader sp eak, and h e still ha d the same brash an d rude ton e as last night. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>A kira merel y lifted an eyebrow . She slid a hand in to her red sash and showed a s ilver kuna i was bet ween her f ingers. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> Kuroi clea red his th roat. "I m ean, uh, morning Se nsei." He knew that kunai thre at was for him. I sm irked on the inside ; my team leader alw ays tries to act lik e a big sh ot. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Ever yone else was polite with thei r greeting s, all ex cept Hanra n who chos e to stay silent. Bi g surprise . "I'll <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> make my po int right now," Akir a then sai d, her vo ice loud a nd clear. "You're al l coming w ith me to Viper <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Co untry, we' re going t o the Blac k-Sho Clan for Batt le Month. We depart in fifteen minutes. Pack light and take <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>your wea pons with you. Once your fifte en minutes are up, meet me at the front gates of the school . Do not <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>make me w ait on you , Sector 7 ." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Once Akira fini shed speak ing, she t urned on h er heels and starte d to walk in the opp osite dire ction of t he sector houses. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>"Wait!" Y ami shriek ed. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Akir a turned h er head a round and eyed him. "What?" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> Just one l ook from our teache r, and Yam i was froz en with fe ar. "U-uh- um," he st ammered. He shook h is head <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> and got hi mself toge ther. "Sen sei, what exactly i s Battle M onth? I've never hea rd of this ." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>The s hinobi wom an didn't even blink . "Kaze-Sa n knows," she answe red simply . "Let him explain i t." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Afte r that, Ku roi came u ndone. "Oh spirits, why do I gotta expl ain it?" h e growled, "I mean, it's enoug h that <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I 've gotta mentor the se fresh m eats, now I've gotta clue the m in on th e obvious, too?" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>W hish! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Ku roi fell t o the grou nd with a loud bang. .. a kuna i jammed t hrough his shirt and keeping h im pinned to the <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>g round. He thrashed a bout, tryi ng to loos en the ku nai from t he compact ed dirt, b ut it wasn 't working very well . <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I had to stop my self from laughing o ut loud. T his was t oo rich! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>"Now you six only h ave ten mi nutes to p ack," Aki ra then st ated. She eyed Kuroi especiall y, "Better talk fast ." With t hat, Akira walked of f. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"I sw ear!" Kuro i hissed f rom the g round. He was a big guy; 5'10" in height and built like a be ar with a ll his <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>m uscle. It was funny to think t hat a simp le kunai from Akira 's belt co uld keep h im on the ground. Bu t that <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>w asn't a su rprising o ccurrence for Kuroi Kaze. He was the on e at this school wit h a "bad b oy" reputa tion; he <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>used to b e the only one in Se ctor 7 unt il the res t of us j oined abou t a month ago, after all. The only thing Kuroi <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>c ares about is being badass whi ch means h e's a guy who just wants to f ight and b rawl all t he time. H e's so <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>a nnoying! <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>Kuroi did manage to get himse lf unstuc k. Except, now his s hirt has a big hole in it. Jus t like all the othe r shirts h e's had on when Akir a threw a kunai at h im. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>~*~* ~*~ <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>We m ade our wa y back ins ide the s ector hous e without a word. On ce we were inside, i t didn't t ake long for the ch atter to s tart. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"A re you gon na tell us about Bat tle Month ?" I asked Kuroi. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p> He scoffed , "Do I lo ok like I wanna was te my time explainin g stuff to you?" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>" You had no problem popping of f to Akira ," Hanran then comme nted. He s poke with his same indifferen t <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>tone o f voice. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"> </p>Kuroi ign ored the middle boy . "Yeah, w hatever. B attle Mont h is the b iggest was te of time , ever." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Yes," I said, "bu t what is it?" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>My team leade r probably figured t hat we wer en't goin g to stop pestering him. He we nt into hi s room (wh ich <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>we s eparate by room divi ders) and chose to t alk when he wasn't in the ope n with the rest of u s. "Battle Month <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>i s like a t ournament. It's held by the th irteen an cient clan s spread a cross the five count ries that make up Sh aaku <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Den ." <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>I exc hanged loo ks with Ya mi. We bo th had no idea what he just sa id. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>"Wai t, I'm co nfused, is Kaze-San telling us a story? 'Cause so far it's p retty dang boring," Luna comm ented. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>S he looked hopelessly lost. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Y elling cam e from Kur oi's room. "I'M TELL ING YOU L OSERS WHAT BATTLE MO NTH IS!" h e shouted defensivel y. <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Luna didn't kno w why he w as upset. "So tell u s, old ma n!" <p style="margin: 0px; line-height: 16px; min-height: 15px;"></p>Kuro i stepped back out i nto the ha llway with a new sh irt on.
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- 2020-03-21 RFC: Is_Literal - declined
- 2020-12-04 Enumerations - included in PHP 8.1
- 2018-06-15 Typed Properties v2 - implemented in PHP 7.4
- 2016-08-12 Object typehint - included in PHP 7.2
- 2016-08-14 Arrow functions - withdrawn
- 2016-05-29 array_change_keys() - withdrawn
- 2016-04-19 Lexical scope support for anonymous classes - suspended
- 2016-04-17 Functional Interfaces - declined
- 2016-03-16 Typed Properties - superseded in favor of Typed Properties 2.0
- 2015-08-27 Callable Prototypes - declined
- 2015-05-01 Short Closures - declined / withdrawn in favor of Arrow Functions
- 2015-02-18 Scalar type hints v5 - included in PHP 7
- 2015-02-14 Union Types - declined
- 2013-09-22 Anonymous classes - included in PHP 7