Dark Pov
                              I was talking with my dad about my car when my mom came in.
                              Mom:What are you two talking about?
                              Dark:My car.
                              Mom:Oh. I see.
                              Dark:Also dad. Where did you get my car anyway?
                              Dad:It's my old one.
                              Dark:Old? That thing is bran spanking new.
                              Mom:Wait. Kevin don't tell me all the weapons on that thing is still armed.
                              Dark:Weapons? What weapons.
                              Dad:Oh shit!
                              He ran to the garage, and unlocked my car. He then pushed a button and a shit ton of guns came out.
                              Dark:Holy shit!
                              Dad:Damn it.
                              Dark:You left armed weapons on my car?!
                              Dad:Hey. First off it used to be my car, and second it went through several rebuilds that I forgot that they were in there.
                              I put my hand on my face.
                              Dark:How many times has it been destroyed?
                              Dad:15 times.
                              Dark:And Katsuki ruining the left side would be 16?
                              Dad:Yes.
                              I sigh.
                              Dark:You know what?
                              I thought about saying something, but knowing my dumb luck I would get my ass in trouble.
                              Dark:Forget it. Just find a way so when I do push a button it won't shoot a missile or something.
                              Dad:Will do.
                              I went to the living room to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My mom came in with the mail.
                              Mom:Dark. A letter came in for you.
                              She gave me the envelope. I opened it and I couldn't believe my eyes. 
                              Dark:Yeah!
                              Mom:What is it?
                              My uncle took the letter from me.
                              Ben:Dear Parents of Dark Tennyson, we are proud to tell you we've accepted your son into our school. We look forward to having him in class.
                              Mom:Congratulations Dark!
                              I was jumping for joy and screaming yes.
                              Dad:What's going on?
                              My uncle gave my dad the paper.
                              Dad:Oh my god. Great job Dark! You know what? Dinner is on me guys.
                              Dark:Sweet!
                              I then remembered that Yang, Ruby, Weiss, and Blake were there. I called Ruby and Yang.
                              Dark:Hey girls.
                              Yang:Dark we're in!
                              Dark:That's great Yang. How about Blake and Weiss?
                              Yang:They made it too. And Weiss's dad invited us to have dinner at Sonic.
                              Dark:Kinda out of place.
                              Yang:Yeah. But that's the place that Weiss wanted to go to eat.
                              Dark:Yeah. But hey free food.
                              Yang:Yeah. See you later.
                              I climbed into my dad's car and we drove to Sonic. We all ate and had fun for a couple of hours then we went home to get ready for the next day.
                                      
                                          
                                   
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