alarm (anne pov)

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"GET UP ANNE YOU LOSER" i hear sasha scream.

"yeah, anna banana! ya gotta get up!" marcy follows, much quieter than sasha.
and then it repeats.

and repeats.

and re-

SLAM!

i slap my phone as hard as i can, their voices fading out. i grab my phone, seeing some notifications from marcy & sasha.

i vaguely remember sasha telling me about giving marcy her old headphones to block out noises during the pep rally.

oh yeah, pep rally. oof. how am i supposed to do that???? marcy was telling me the other day that being gay used to classify as an illness. i wonder if i could call in gay to school...

probably not.

i open the texts and find out that sasha lost his headphones for marcy, and now they're gonna have to be alone and it's gonna be loud. i feel like a bad friend for not already having something for them on hand, i've been friends with them for 8 years, you'd think i'd be prepared. im just stupid i guess.

i can't get them anything by school, but i can attempt to make something? eh who am i kidding, i couldn't make some sort of ear defender thing in 10 minutes.
i still text them, just trying to make sure they're ok.

i type out a dumb text to them, just trying to show them i care and i'm not a bad friend. as soon as i hit send, i look down to see that marcy is typing something up.

cynthiac0v3n_ is typing...
cynthiac0v3n_: oh i'm rlly fine!!!! thx for caring about me, ya goof :D

HNNNSGSHGWGSGSGEJWJHSGDHWHQHDHWHWHDHWJWKKSJDEJQKJDHEJWHDHWJWJHXHCKWOWORJHDKAKWJDHJFSKKRJFJDJBWB

was that flirting? maybe. was it just them texting me something totally platonic? maybe. do i have a crush on them? maybe.

UGH, so many questions, but i don't have time.

i get dressed, brush my teeth, all that stuff. i put my phone in my backpack and run downstairs.

"good morning anne! they don't allow visitors at the game or i would be your biggest supporter there!" my mom puts her hand on my shoulder and smiles at me.

"thanks, mom. what's for breakfast? well actually, i think i don't have time to eat it here! they have breakfast at school though." i shout as i walk out the door.

"have a good game sweetheart!" she yells as i shut the door.

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