3) Ditching
"Mikey?" You pouted, tugging on the black haired boys arm.
"What?" Michael laughed, rolling his eyes.
You leant in close to whisper in his ear, "We should ditch at lunch."
Michael smirked, of course, he hated the English teacher, sarcastic, cruel, ruthless and so freaking ignorant to reality, but so were all of the airheads he knew as students.
Despite his slight hesitance, he grinned, "Sure."
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The bell rang obnoxiously loud as the pair snuck out behind the school.
Michael led the way, too many times had he roamed out back, and eventually after a few minutes of not-so-subtle running through the small forestry area behind the school, they came out to an opening.
You breathed a sigh of relief, you found it hard to breathe in school, it was like have a weight on your chest, all of these people judging you with grades and numbers and glares of disapproval. They didn't know you though.
You always aimed high, tried hard, but sometimes a girls (or boy we don't discriminate in this fam) gotta breath to breathe.
Michael was never one for school, he tried for his parents, but he hated the system more than anything.
The two found an escape in eachother, lucky in love or something like that, they were just happy to have found eachother.
"Where to?" You asked, head tilted.
"Wherever you'd like sweetheart." Michael laughed.
"Follow me." You nodded, biting back a smile and tugging on Michaels hand.
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Imagines for Amy (5SOS Imagines)
FanfictionI promised each day I would text Amy an imagine at exactly 4:23pm, this is a book full of all the short imagines I wrote and am writing, for her, and will edit (probably poorly) for you guys too x
