"I fucking HATE middle school!!! They should just call it 'stalag 14'. Cause this is prison!!" I yelled.
My friends, Nick, Willow, Chey, Denali and I were sitting in the big lunchroom table were we usually sit. They all looked at me and started to crack up laughing.
"What's so funny?? It's true!! Come on Willow, you know it's true. It's totally true!" I look at willow who is sitting on my right side of the bench of the lunch table. "Come on hon! We all know what you mean. Yes middle school is a drag." My on and off again boyfriend, Alex, said. "Just don't put willow in the spot. You know how nervous she gets." He startled me by giving me a little peck on the check. I shoved him playfully when he sat down making me blush. "Look who's talking. Your the one you is putting Mindy into the spot light with the whole lovey dovey thing. It's sickening! And she knows how much I love being in the spot light." She shot back at Alex and pulling me towards her and away from him. "Well well well. Is Willow jealous? That is so rare. You better be careful man before she takes older sis away from you." Nick jumped in. At that I could feel my face turning red, with this reaction every body started to crack up with laughter. With the 6 of us, we are like a family. Willow is the oldest, Denali the second oldest, Alex is like a 'brother-in-law' (well to the others), me the middle child, Nick the second youngest, and Chey the baby.
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The Three of Us
Non-FictionWhen your with your friend(s) do other people ever asks you, "how did you guys meet?" Or, "what's the whole story with you guys?" You guys probably look at each other and shrug and say, "I can't really remember." Or, "how did we meet?" And laugh or...
