I run to catch the bus. I can't be late either! The bus starts to close, but I stick my hand in the door. It opens and I step inside.
"Yey Itsay! Yow you yoin'?" Says my friend Yemeni. She's from an island somewhere in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. She has a 'y' accent, where she adds the letter 'y' to almost EVERY WORD. It gets kinda annoying.
"Hey Yemeni, I'm doing good. Are you excited for summer?" I say.
"Yes, yim yso yexcited!" She replies.
See there she goes again, always doing the 'y' thing. I know it's part of her heritage, but she definitely over does it.
I suddenly feel nauseous and I grab Yemeni's backpack because it was open. I hurl, and there were sparkles coming from my mouth.
Yemeni stares at me in shock. "Yow yould you!!! Yhat yas my yavorite yackpack!" She exclaims.
"I'm sorry Yemeni, I really am. I think I should go to the doctor." I say in a swaying voice.
I hurl again.
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