The walk home

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You hear the bell go off.
"Okay. Bye class. Have a good weekend."
You went running out of the classroom with your backpack on your back. There was a brown haired boy in front of you who looked about your age (8) with his head hung down low.
    You run up to him.
"hey! Your in Ms. Mosell's class, right!?" You ask in excitement.
"Y- yeah." The boy stuttered.
"So am I! But anyway, do you live near here?"
"Y- yeah. I l- live in o- one of t-the b- bigger houses."
"Ohhhh... I live in the regular sized ones."
"Anyway, what's your name?"
"E-Evan Afton..." he said.
"Wait! A͟F͟T͟O͟N͟!? YOUR DAD OWNS FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZERIA, RIGHT!?
"Yeah... actually... he does."
"I love love that place! but anyways,  my name's Y/N!"
You could tell Evan was getting more comfortable talking to you.
"Hey. Uhhh... d-do you wanna come by my house. Maybe we can play a while."
"Yeah! Of course! I told my parents I might go hang out with friends after school anyway."
You finally got to his house.
"WOAH! YOU LIVE HERE!? THIS PLACE IS HUUUUGE!!!
"Yep" he responded

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