i was sitting at my desk when my phone vibrated.
aden: math is so fucking boring
looking around, i spotted aden sitting at the back of the classroom with a bored expression.
mara: maybe if u payed attention it wouldn't be. :/
aden: maybe if u stopped being a plum we could ditch and do something fun:/
aden: I MEAN PRUDE, NOT PLUM.
mara: too late. haha.
mara: LETS NOT BE A PLUM EVERYONE.
aden: stop.
mara: PLUMS ARE ILLEGAL IN ADENLAND.
aden: stop.
mara: plums. plums.
mara: you plum.
aden: IF YOU DONT STOP I WILL TAKE YOUR FOURTH GRADE DIARY AND SHOW EVERYONE. AND TRUST ME THAT IS NOTHING TO BE PROUD OF.
mara: the only thing embarassing in that is when i admitted i liked justin bieber. BEAT THAT YOU PLUM.
mara: okay. im done.
mara: and no, im not ditching. anyways how are we going to do that? mr. havens is basically a fucking eagle.
aden: i may or may not have a plan.
mara: oh no.
aden: and it may or may not include pulling the fire alarm.
mara: oh no.
aden: we may or may not get caught.
mara: OH NO.
aden: if we do i'll blame it on you.
mara: HELL NO.
aden: just kidding. take a chill pill prude.
mara: so we really arent ditching?
aden: i was kidding about getting caught. we are ditching even if thats the last thing i do.
mara: oh no.
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11:11
Short Story" at exactly 11:11, she never felt more disappointed. looking down, she never realized until now, how much she wanted to let go. how much she wanted to know. " -perspective | all rights reserved
