"Maybe if you start lucid dreaming, then you can banish that thing from your head and you'll be alrigh--"
"Stop."
What was Scott thinking!? I saw it just outside this morning!
"I saw it out the kitchen window IN REAL LIFE, I saw it outside my door while I was on YouTube IN REAL LIFE, and I saw it outside in the backyard IN REAL LIFE, you dumbass."
"Well I'm sorry for trying to help, ya big sissy--"
"I AM NOT A SISSY."
"YOU'RE SCARED OF A RANDOM DUDE THAT PROBABLY DOESN'T WANT ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU, AND YOU HAVE CONSTANT NIGHTMARES ABOUT IT AND PROBABLY WET YOUR FUCKING BED. YOU'RE A SISSY, ESTHER, YOU'RE A SISSY."
I sigh.
"He's always staring right at me. He wants something to do with me, little shit."
I go to the stairs. Just before I take a step, I turn around.
"He wants to do something bad, Scott."
I walk downstairs to the bathrooms and enter the boys'. Just then, I see Oliver by the sink about to take a step forward.
"Hi Oliver."
"Hey Esther."
"I just got into a fucking fight with Scott."
Silence.
"I just got into a fight with a guy about cereal."
"No, Oliver, it's about my.."
"Oh."
"But why did you have a fight about cereal? I just-- need something to get it off my mind."
"He said that Froot Loops are gay because they're rainbow."
"The fuck?"
"I know. Even if they were gay, he's just a homophobic bitch."
Honestly, I hate homophobia.
"Speaking of homophobia, I wish homophobia was actually a fear. Imagine being able to strike fear in somebody just because your gay."
Oliver chuckles.
"I know, right? That would actually be so cool! Like, imagine you were a homophobic, and then I
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