Megan's POV
What? Why am I here? And why am I tied up in a chair? WAIT, two chairs! Why am I barefoot And why do I have my arms up? Shoot. I can't move. The last thing I remember was watching TV in the couch, And suddenly getting hit by something. But I don't get it. Oh, And I'm in The Boober's room. Uh, someone's coming. Oh, it the boobs. "Hi Megan" Drake said sarcastically. "What are you doing, boobs?" I asked. "Jeje, you Might Wanna be nicer, Megan" Josh said. Then the y turned off the lights And SHUT the door."Why Should I?" I said. I don't know where this conversation is leading, but I know It's not getting Any good. "Because, WE are having Our revenge." Drake said. "For what?" I said. "For everything!" Josh said. "Guys, you have mental problems. Seriously, mental problems." I said, in a serious tone. The without talking they both got in two sides. And suddenly, started TICKLING my armpits. I was in a bathing sout. But how? "Oh, by the way, we changed you into a bathing sout." Drake said."Jejeje.Stoohohohop it jijijijiji. Hahahahahahaha. Youjujuju booooojajajaboobs are gonahahahahaha bejejeje sohohohohoho sorryjijijiji" I said. "And this is just starting,meg." Josh said
