MARIEL'S POV
"What the hell Marc? Give me back my sandwich you son of a bitch!" I cried, throwing my hands high up in the air.
"I can't believe you just insulted yourself." He laughed hysterically at me, throwing his hands high up in the air as he tossed the sandwich to Jules.
"Jesus Christ! Guys, seriously? I need to eat!" I groaned in annoyance as Jules sways the food in the air right above my face.
"You? Eat? My gosh, I believe humanity'll reach extinction soon. You're basically using up our food supply." Jules mocked me teasingly.
"It's just a sandwich for Pete's sake guys." I sweat dropped at his overreaction. Man, I had the craziest friends.
"Mariel, did you know that THIS sandwich of yours can actually save FIVE children in Africa?" Marc raised an eyebrow and looked sternly at me, his lips trying to stifle a laugh which was threatening to release itself.
"Off to Africa we go." Jules tossed the sandwich off the window. That bitch!
"You dickheads! How the fuck could you do that?! My sandwich!" I quickly shoved the two of them iff and looked down the ledge.
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I swear I felt my mouth dry all of a sudden, the dropping of temperature below zero degrees.
"Um, guys, you might wanna look at this.." I swallow my saliva, almost chocking at it as the two looked down.
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"Am I understood? Lawrence, Walker, and Hale?" The sound of Principal Bale ringed loudly in our ears. We all flinched, blood draining out of our faces after the 1 hour lection.
"Y-yes, Principal Bale.." We all replied weakly, heads down in shame as we tried to avoid his ever-growing stronger deathly gaze at us. After finally having the courage to look up to his eyes, we see him take a deep breath.
"Okay, you three are now dismissed." He finally replied after a long pause. We stood up, bowed down, and hurriedly left the office.
"Man, did Jules ever screw this up." Marc exclaimed as he took a deep breath. Can't blame him, I almost suffocated in there as well.
Apparently, due to Jules' stupidity, he accidentally ended up throwing the sandwich on top of our Chemistry teacher, Sir Dominic. Believe me when I say, that Sir Dominic is a clean freak. Yep, even the tiniest of chalk dust can make him throw a quick panic attack. So, the moment Sir Dominic looked up at the 3rd floor and taking in our faces, he touched the surface of his bald head, before suddenly fainting at the touch of mayonnaise, egg, and cheese on top of his head. And unluckilly, another teacher saw that, saw our faces, and immediately contacted Principal Bale. Well screw her, I bet she made some overly exaggerated stories.
"Ugh, remind me again why I'm friends with you bitches?" I laughed as we made our way to class, remembering we had Chemistry before we school was over.
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"Did you see the look on Sir Dominic when he saw us?!" Jules exclaimed loudly, resulting to getting hushed by the majority of the people in the public library.
Marc and I had to stifle our laughter.
"Boy, I sure wish we had Linette's camera with us. We could've sold a whole bunch of photos." I said, wondering how much I'd gain in a day.
"Holy monkey balls, where in the Lama world did I put my wallet?!" Marc screamed in fear, which scared the shit of Jules and I.
"All right, you've created enough ruckus here. Pack your things and leave. NOW." The head librarian appeared out of thin air behind us. God, was she the female version of Principal Bale?
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Lingering Feelings of Regret
Teen FictionKurt's now in college, being a medical student and all. He has his two best friends, Nathan and Lander by his back. 'He's a good lad', as other people have mentioned him. His life was going smoothly. Plus, he was to be engaged to a childhood friend...
