9; heartstrings

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Tw:underage drinking

sewer rat 🤮- Issac
remy🥱- maddy

sewer rat🤮
u going to that party

remy🥱
why do u care

sewer rat 🤮
so i don't have to see ur ugly face

remy 🥱
HAWK TUH

sewer rat 🤮
what the hell is that

remy 🥱
I just spit on u 🙄

sewer rat 🤮
fuck u

sewer rat 🤮
so r u going or not

remy 🥱
tf yeah, I'm going

sewer rat 🤮
just don't get too wasted

sewer rat 🤮
I don't wanna cary ur ass to the car

remy 🥱
awww u care about me 🤭

sewer rat 🤮
nvm I take it back

sewer rat 🤮
I hope u get so wasted that u get run over by a semi truck

sewer rat 🤮
and have a Regina george moment 🧍‍♀️🚶‍♀️‍➡️🚶‍♀️‍➡️🚶‍♀️‍➡️🧍‍♀️🚚

remy 🥱
gasp 😲💀

Madelyn pov (idek)

Thankfully, today was the long waited party at the lake. One day, I can relax and not feel completely bad ditching school.

I don't know. I've just felt so trapped lately, so this could be good for me.

My friends and I left after lunch in my jeep. I barely had enough seats for everyone.

"I can't wait to get there," I hear leece say excitingly from the passenger seat.

I have to admit the drive out here is incredible. No buildings. No loud obnoxious noises. Just mountains and trees.

I chuckle at her enthusiasm. "Who do you think is going to get drunk first out of the six of us?" I look through the review mirror glare at my brother in the back.

Issac scoffs as he stares out the window. "It's obviously going to be your sister."

I roll my eyes at his untrue comment.
"I'm appalled that you think that," I say dramatically, still keeping my eyes on the road.

"Sorry, Mads, I think he's right." Josh shrugs. I gasp.

"Okay, raise your hand if you think I'm going to be the first one drunk," I ask my friends. Without hesitation, all their hands shoot up.

My mouth opens in shock. "You guys are fake. I hope you get attacked by a bear." I slump down in my seat and continue the drive.

About thirty minutes later, we finally show up to the lake house.

As soon as the car stops, the boys jump out and run off. The girls and I grab the blankets and bags from the trunk.

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