Ah, the end of the school day. Middle school can be pretty tiring sometimes. But who am I to say that? Other people in high school or college are probably working their hamburger buns off. Anyway, the bell finally rings and health class is finished. As usual, I take a while to pack my binder because well, I'm a turtle. A snail. A... something else that's slow.
I go home and start my homework. Algebra and English. Pretty easy. Won't take me that long right? Wrong. I'm the biggest procrastinator ever. YouTube will take over and by the time I get back to reality I'll have gotten to that part of YouTube. That part of YouTube, the weird part. I've gotta get back on track.
So, I finally finish my homework and it's about 6:30 when I get a phone call from- oh shoot. It's my crush... What do I say. Uh, Hey dog. No! 'Sup. Ugh! Aloha?? No that's so-
"Stupid!" Oh crud. I pressed the answer button.
"Huh?"
"Uhh, nothing! I was just uh... Talking to my uh, fish! Yeah... My fish, that's who I was talking to. Totally not myself like who talks to themselves? Not me of course because that would be weird y'know, dog?" Seriously? Dog? You just had to go with dog!
"Oh okay, I just called to tell you to come to the 8th grade hall at school."
"Right now? But it's like 6:35! Is there some kind of important school event I'm missing?"
"No, no, you'll see when you get there. I'll see you in a bit, okay?"
"Okay. See ya later alligator!" You've gotta stop talking... He's gonna think you're so childi-
"In a while, crocodile!"
I tapped the end button. Wow, he gets me! Now, I'm curious to see what's in the 8th grade hallway. I walk to school. The campus is completely empty. Will I get in trouble for being here? I walk to the 8th grade hallway, and I see my crush standing in the middle of the hall.
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Dreams of a Pentaholic
RandomI've had many dreams of Pentatonix. Even my friends had dreams of them. Here, you'll come along with me in my dreams... Here we go!
