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Hᴀᴡᴋɪɴs, Iɴᴅɪᴀɴᴀ. 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟒
— WE WERE WALKING ON THE corridors to our next class, which was english. we were a little.. confused about dustin's new discovery. discovery of which i was sure, would lead us to death in a way or in another. "we gotta show it to mr. clarke." lucas said.
"what if he steals my discovery ?" dustin countered.
"he's not gonna steal your discovery." mike sighed.
"you know, i'm thinking about calling it dustonious pollywogus, what do you think ?"dustin smiled.
"i think you're an idiot." max faked smile at the boy. "agree." i nodded.
"well, when i become rich and famous for this one day, don't come crawling back, saying, 'oh my God dustin, i'm so sorry for being mean to you back in 8th grade, oh my God'." dustin, vexed, imitated us in 'the future' making me scrunch my nose. "we would never." i scoffed.
"we'll see that." he cockily said as we entered the class.
and during the whole lesson, our eyes were concentrated on dustin's backpack, to check if it did any moves, or something.
my foot was nervously bouncing as my eyes were flickering from the board, to my book, to dustin's bag in continue, and during the whole lesson i was doing that. thank God, the english professor didn't make us write a lot today.
the bell rang loudly, we rapidly put our stuff back on our school bags and ran out of the classroom. while will walked on the opposite of mr.clarke's classroom, lucas, max, dustin and i walked to his room in hurry.
dustin put the ghost trapping box on the professor's wooden table, bringing the man attention on us— well him. and then he began yapping about his new discovery and how mr.clarke shouldn't steal his discovery, peaking the man's interest and attention.
my foot was nervously bouncing as i was standing next to my pissed off twin and max who, also, seemed to be fed up with dustin. "all right, let's just clarify that it's my discovery, not yours." dustin warned the mustachioed man, for the hundredth time.
"dustin, Jesus ! just show him !" lucas nervously blasted.
"okay." dustin sighed, "i'm just trying to clarify that—" he insisted but was cut by a very fed up max. "dustin !" she scolded the boy. "okay, fine." he placed his hands on his ghost trapping thing with a smile, and before he could open the box..
