Chapter 5. The first gathering

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I stepped into the what once was culinary classroom. Since this place is filled with all types of weirdos, they had to change the menu on food and that...got a little pricy. I look around this shabby classroom Keyla decorated. "Ohayo!! Everyone this is Abby-chan!" Keyla smirked. I awkwardly smile and politely wave. "Hi..uh just call me Abby." I pretty much saw all the people I've met before, except the girl with huge green twin tails. I walk towards her asking for her name. She stands up and inhaled deeply. Shit it's another weird one. "MMMM BOIIIIIIIIIIIII! My name is Andi Mack, but just call me Andi! BRUH BOIIIJ WHO LET THEM COOK!" I wanna leave. "Andi is actually a super great singer, she's performed many J-pop songs at our local mall that had over 25 shootings in over a month." Keyla smiled. I NEED to leave. "Here! When I say "STRAWBERRY!!!" You reply with, "BLUEBERRY!!"." She smirked. She got up. "STRAWBERRY!" "Uh blueberry?" "Mi nando ten do adowah?" "ベリーちゃん" yelled Mykol. Jesus, they're really dedicated. "HAI HAIII BERRY DESU ✌️." Oh so that's what I keep hearing in the halls. I pull Keyla aside. "Ew don't fucking touch me you ching chong." She gagged. "My bad bro, anyway, what do we exactly do in this club?" I asked. She glared at me, but its the type of glare where a toddler glares at his mommy because she won't let him have ice cream before bed (she's short). "Uh well👆🏻..we mostly just hang out, have orgys, burn people of color- whoops, hang, my bad, and yeah, that's pretty much it." She pulls out a cigar and starts smoking it. Then she pulls out a cigarette and smokes that while smoking the cigar. "To be honest with you...(breathes down my neck but it's smoky so it's more like smokes down my neck) this club looks hella good on your college resume." She licked. "Oh wow..really, then...sign me..up.." i say scared. She's holding a gun to my head. "Right choice sweetheart" she walks away and shoots the sky.  I think I'm being too nice that people are walking over me.

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