I marched my way into school, not noticing the people who died as I walked past them.
Ok, so maybe I might've taken a long time to decide on what I was going to wear on a Monday, but it's not like it means anything, right?
I mean, it's not like I was thinking about someone while choosing my outfit, and coincidentally my whole outfit was black. And it's not like I trashed my whole room, trying to look for a specific sweater, just to look good for a picture...NEVERR!
Mark's outfit:
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(A/N: BOI, YOU BETTA STICK THAT TONGUE BACK IN YO MOUTH! ((Paired with black skinny jeans + black converse))
I passed by my locker, having one goal set on my mind.
Find him.
As I got to the section where I guarantee he was at, I sniffed the fresh air of freshman.
I walked slowly through the crowds of first year high schoolers, and searched.
"HI MARK!"
Bingo😏
I went over to the person who yelled my name, silently thanking them for helping me with my execution. At least I won't be alone when I go to jail.
"Hi Yugyeom!" I smiled at the tall younger.
My eyes shifted to the person standing next to him, who was miraculously trying to avoid my eyes.
"Kunpishit," I sternly announced.
"Uh, is this the part where I should be running??? Is it fine if you give me a head start?" Bambam aka Little Shit, asked me.
"Uh oh, what did he do this time?" Yugyeom asked.
"Too much, he said too much." I stated.
Yugyeom nodded his head at me knowingly.
As I was having my little conversation with Yugyeom, Bambam tried to sneakily back away.
When he was about to push his legs to start running, I grabbed him by his left ear.
"Nuh-uh-uh. Not so fast!" I gave him a smirk. "I believe I have a few words to say to you."
Bambam started shaking his head immediately. "Nope, nope. I don't recall!"
"Oh really??? So you don't recall, saying that your di-"
