Although they can be super awesome, I very often wonder why I am friends with these people.
This is one of those times.
"How do I look?" Carlos says before coming out of the closet (ha-ha, never gets old) wearing nothing but bright blue boxers and a white toga. Why did I know his underwear color you ask? For the same reason you don't wear any color, but white, underwear with white pants, it's shows through. Imagine the horror of seeing your friend, who can be an extremely perverted rebellion producer all at once, in his underwear and a bedsheet. I feel like such a pervert.
"Court will commence in five minutes!" Carlos demanded.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to honor the marriage o-wrong speech. Ok, ladies and gents we are here to test whether or not Trevor Frank is guilty of feeding his chicken chicken." I can just hear him saying 'dun dun dunnnnnn' in his head."Here to defend the accused, Fabia-wait no-Fadia Dannoui, here to testify, Garrick Bitner. Court is now in session! The accused may testify first."
The only really big thing that happened was Carlos telling Trevor that chickens were humans too which striked up a large argument about chicken rights. Ms. McDonalds was fairly ammused to say the least. By the way, I couldn't pick a side. Chicken is so delicious.
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After a large argument we all headed to our dorms in order to prepare for our detention, which was during study hour which is totally unfair. It's like they want us to do bad on our studies. Apparently, detention here was a bunch of sitting and talking, like therapy. Walking out of our dorms we all voyaged to the land of the *shivers* Guidance Councilor. Walking into the office, we soon realized our dilemma;there was not enough room for all of us to fit, comfortably at least. Before getting our situation settled, Jock and Bimbo walk in to the cramped space.
"Okay everyone, I know you are probably uncomfortable so do you want to go to another room?" A red head announced.
"Ye-yes please," Emily said, losing her confidence due to a "superior" adult.
"Let's go to the conference room."
"I'm the guidance councilor/detention administrator, Mrs. Pred. So why don't we talk about why you are here with me during what should be your study time, you start." She said pointing to me.
"Hi I'm Sophia, I'm here because my friends and I got in a fight with those two over there. We don't deserve to be here as they started it," Bimbo scoffed, "but I don't want to trouble so yeah."
"Alrighty, let's let the rest of your posse go." We all sounded the same, except for Lily and Jhaysen.
"Why are you here?"
"I gave a guy what he deserved for randomly punching my bestfriends boyfriend. Also, the girl tried to throw a punch at my self-worth. She missed by a lot." And that's Lily.
"Ummmmm, let's move onto you sir."
"What do I need to do?" Jhaysen asked, looking up from the desk.
"Answer why you are here."
"Oh I'm here because some basta-guy punched me in the eye. He's such a wonton weenie."
"And a boatkid." Rashel said under her breath, bringing up an inside joke.
"Onto you miss?" Mrs. Pred said edging Bimbo for her name.
"It's Britney, Britney Jones. I'm here because my boyfriend got a little jealous and started something, although he doesn't have anything to worry about."
"Yes, Dirk shouldn't be worrying about his angel of a girlfriend. She was kind enough to invite Jhaysen for fro-yo, after all." Franchesca interrupted.
"Dirk honey, don't believe any of that! You know I would never betray you!" She concludes, finally allowing our ears to recover from her banshee voice.
"That's enough of that. And you-"
"Let's leave!" I screamed. "I'm sorry Ms. Pred, but I feel like you're wasting our time here and I have other things to do."
"What? We still need to listen to this boy."
"I already know why he's here, you're the one who has to listen to him, so adios." I said walking out of the class, the rest of the the detention people following suit.
"So we still have three hours till curfew, what do you want to do?" Fadia asked.
"Let's just get our shit ton of homework done." Karen spoke.
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Happy Chappy
-EMILY AND KAREN
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This is Us
Teen FictionLet's just say a bunch of friends go to a boarding school. Let's also add in the fact that they are all crazy, intelligent, but mostly crazy, teens.
