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Reagan's P.O.V
"Oi! Reag!" Keaton's Irish voice snuck up behind me and ruffled my hair a bit before walking with me down the hallway. I wasn't really feeling it today. Just...sulky. But of coarse, Monday's are always sulky. But, this one just seemed to drag on. My brothers were off to Uni again, I was tired, and I was drained. From what? I don't know.
"Ya okay?" Keaton asks, concern on his face. I shake my head and lazily drag my feet. "What's wrong? Yer never like this."
"Just drained. Monday, tired, the usual." I shrug. Keaton hunches his brow, obviously not believing me.
"Ya gonna be okay from practice today? We need ya. You're basically the team captain." Keaton presses with more questions. I just want to go home and sleep. I don't what it is with me today but I honestly don't feel like doing anything. The only problem is our big game is on Sunday and if I'm not there, we're screwed. And we could use all the practice we culd get.
"I don't know, Horan." I shake my head. "Maybe a little footy will cheer me up...I guess." I shrug again and Keaton pats my back.
"Atta girl! Cheer up, Howell." He gives me a side smile before walking off to class. I sigh and the bell rings right as I step into Math.
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Half way through the day and I'm already slightly feeling better but I'm just glad it's lunch time and I can have a break from all this work. If I don't sit down and eat something, I think I'll pass out. Our cafeteria is pretty small for a secondary school to fit 704 people. We have Year Seven annoying eleven year old brats in the far corner, Year Eight kids on the side (they're still bratty but not as bad), Year Nine's on the other side of the cafeteria, (that's me, Grace, and Skyler, we're 16), Year Ten's usually eat outside by the foutain (my brother, Alex, Jc, Andy, and Keaton), and Year Eleven's (Landon Tomlinson and all the other stuck up snobs) that go out to eat or don't eat at all.
"Hey Grace." I smile as I see her and sit down with some Oreo's, some grapes, some crisps, and a sandwich.
"Hey, Reag!" She grins and slides a little flyer to me across the table with a smirk. What's this? I read the headline 'Halloween Ball Bash'. Oh, lovely... Our school goes way out for Halloween. No joke. They make it a Halloween themed school for about a week. Today was like the 24th of October so it was coming fast.
Usually our school is covered in spiderwebs in the hall, pumpkins on every teachers desk, and all the teachers are wearing costumes and try to get every student to too. It's almost a given. Every year we also have the Halloween Ball Bash in our gym. Our gym is decked out in black, orange, and purple streamers, Halloween themed foods, Halloween music blaring through speakers, and Halloween games.
"There's no way I'm going to that." I say abhorsively. Grace scoffs and slaps me across the face. Wow, thanks, Grace!
"You have to go! Everybody goes! You're not just gonna stay at home and be unsocial! You're gonna dress up in a hot costume, find a date, and get your arse out of that house and go to this party!" Grace demands and I roll my eyes.
"Really? Do I have to?" I groan.
She gives me a blank stare like I'm stupid. "Of coarse you do, you bloody idiot!"
"Can I come as me? Or a footy player?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.
"No! You gotta wear a dress or something! Be like a cat girl with a black poofy dress and whiskers with me! That's what I'm doing! Or like...a princess or a frickin Barbie doll but you're not going as yourself!" She says with a stern look and I want to hurl at the thought of wearing a dress to some stupid party. Where am I even going to find a date?
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