I'm laying on Onyx's fat stomach as Sam discusses the importance of this project to me. It's only April eleventh and she insists I start brainstorming now.
"I don't understand you! I literally have two months left to submit this crappiness in!" I exclaim, my eyes practically rolling out of my sockets from the amount of times I'd done it.
"First of all, it's now or never when it comes to you-"
"Not all the time!-"
"Oh yea? Remember that art project that was literally half your grade?"
"Hey, I don't think that project wast that bad! I mean, I got points for creativity!-"
"Sorry to break it to you, Hun, but a model of the human body made of dried macaroni noodles does not count. What I'm trying to get at is that we don't want a a Ryley-art-disaster again. We need to prepare."
Rolling my eyes again, I ask her what she thinks we should do. "I think we should go for the originality factor. A cake with little chocolate models of the graduating students would be so cool!"
"Oh yea, and who's gonna put that together?"
"You will!" Jason screeches, tumbling through the door, a crawling Matthew on his heels. Annnd...they both look drunk off their asses. Sam and I watch in amazement as they stumble around the room, touching anything big or shiny. Matthew has the audacity to giggle as he knocks down my bookshelf. I watch in slow motion as Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire bounces on the carpet. Dozens of my precious books fall to the floor as I cry out in agony, trying and failing to save at least some books.
The most I manage to do is get my foot trapped under the fifteen ton bookcase.
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"I SWEAR TO GOD I'M GONNA KILL YOU MATTHEW! RIGHT AFTER WE GO TO THE HOSPITAL TO HAVE FREAKING SURGERY ON MY LEG!
"STOP EXAGGERATING, YOU'RE MAKING ME NERVOUS!" Sam screeches, glaring desperately at the road. She does'nt have her licence yet, she does'nt even have her freaking permit! The only ones who have authority on the road are Jason and Matthew, but I don't really trust them to drive right now, considering they're groping each others' armpits. The criminal in question starts to howl in sync with the police sirens that are getting progressively closer.
"I SWEAR IF WE GET STOPPED BY THE POLICE I WILL RIP YOUR MAN PARTS AND FEED IT TO MY DOG!" I scream out.
Sure enough, we get pulled over.
"What do I do, what do I do?" Sam cries, waving a dainty hand at herself.
"PLAY THE MOTHER FUDGING BOOB SLIP!"
Sam looks at me in wonderment as she reaches for lip gloss. "Good idea," she whispers. I watch impatiently as she tousles up her blonde hair and apply an obscene amount of lip gloss. She pulls her tank top down low before doing the same to her window. The clump of heavy boots reach the window, and I try to stifle my whimpers.
"How're you doin today, young man?" for some reason, Sam adds a country twang to her bubbly accent.
When I look out the window from the passenger's seat, I realize that Mr. Young Officer is most definitely not young or a man.
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"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU JERK!" I yell out to Matthew as we're being shoved into two police cars. Coincidentally, I'm seated with my dear friend Matthew. By the time we reach the police station, my ankle is swollen to the size of a grapefruit and I've managed to headbutt his nose, therefore causing a satisfying stream of blood to flow from his nose. I grin in glee, but my happiness is short-lived, cause we're being man-handled yet again. Mrs. Officer shoves us inside the police station. I limp, Matthew crawls, Jason hops, and Sam struts into our cell. We're allowed one call in total, and since we're all too scared to call our parents, we call our conveniently rich friend, Cam.
It takes him approximately ten minutes to arrive at the police station with the requested bail money and two Happy Meals for the drunk idiots. He takes one look at our pitiful condition, snaps a picture (undoubtedly for bribing us later on), and then gets us out of there. "Do I wanna know what happened?" he asks with an ever growing smirk.
"Probably," I answer,"but we aint tellin yo rich booty." And then I hop into his Jeep (which I deeply regret right after due to the fact that mY FOOT IS HANGING OFF MY LEG).
And then we go to the hospital.
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After they fix my foot, Matthew's nose, and Jason's now present hangover, we decide to head home for a boring night. I stare outside at the blinking lights and reflect on the purpose of life. Just as we turn the corner to Courtney Court, I come across an epiphany.
"WHY DON'T WE REENACT OUR WHOLE HIGH SCHOOL EXPERIENCE?!"
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A/N: Heyyy, long time no see, eh? I'm honestly having so much fun writing this trash. I LISTENED TO THAT SONG WHILE WRITING>>
I don't care if my actors have huge age differences, my choice is sOLID. THAT'S SAM>>>>>
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