Trapped

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Eric, Mitchell, and Cat stood at the cemetery gates. They were locked, and for some reason, the lock was frozen over. It wasn't even that cold. Only 70°. No escape.

Mitchell turned to Cat. Her pink neon hair stuck out in all directions. Mitchell hated it. He hated her sense of style, how she wore really bright colors, and a hint of black. Her face was the most punchable part of Cat. Stupid freckles and acne scars. Caked on makeup.

Mitchell walked up to Cat, whistling a casual tune, and punched her in the stomach.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MITCH?!" Cat shouted. Her yell scared a few crows away.

"It's your fault you got us trapped here, you stupid gothic highlighter. Plus all the misgendering is really giving me more reasons to kick your ass," he said.

Eric chimed in. "Mitchell, I don't think violence is the best thing to do in this situation."

Mitchell looked at his boyfriend, with eyes that read "I thought you were on my side."

"Fine. I am sooo very sorry, Cat." he sarcastically apologized.

"You say sorry too, Cat! You got us trapped here," Eric ordered.

Cat sighed, and reluctantly apologized for misgendering Mitchell.

"Bluhhhh. I'm sorry I called you a girl."

'That was the most half assed apology ever.' Mitchell thought.

They started to come up with plans to get the group together again, and to get to the party safely.

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