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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝙾𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚖𝚎,

𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚎,

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕.

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎

𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍.

𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎
𝙼𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 ...

~ '𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚜' 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝙴𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙷𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚢

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       "I know what we're looking for but, like what exactly?" Robin flashes her light towards the trees in front of us. She clenches her eyes shut in frustration, but Steve is quick to completely shut down her temper tantrum.

"What we have been looking for this entire time Robin!" Steve pushes her flashlight in front of her. I watch my feet squelch from the wet leaves, I take into account my steps by each squishy sound. Squelsh-step-squelsh-step. Apparently my favorite past time since I have contributed nothing, according to Bailey.

"Eddie eye's up, we need to be aware." Bailey holds my chin up, and moves around the kids to get to the front.

"Yeah, aware that you will get pushed one of these days, by me!" I wiggle my flashlight in her direction. Bailey just sticks her middle finger up in response. I hope she still has the same energy when in fact, in the middle of lunch, tray in hand my legs pop out to make her go stumbling down. Direct karma for every button she pushes in my petite soul.

"I am just surprised you're even here. Given your lack of participation." Lucas mumbles, and I move my flashlight in his face. Blocking his face, I just size him up with my eyes.

"Let's give my good friend here a break, he is, matter of fact going through stages of mental trauma, kay?" Dustin pats my shoulder to move along. I stumble a bit forward, and I walk closely behind El and Mike, who aren't talking for some odd reason. At this point I would suspect them to be getting it down in the woods, but their relationship is sincerely beyond me.

Ever since I met Popeye here, she barely has spoken a word to me. A simple 'hello' and 'goodbye' - I would get an occasional conversation out of her - that's all I get. I mean, every time I do talk to her I try to make her get me the remote from the couch or get her to pull some girls hair in the school. Some may say that I am abusing her powers, but to smart people I am using my resources for some karmic action. Make everyones life equally as hellish as mine, thank you.