Over Seas

Chapter 6

Running over to them, Benni jumped down from Brody’s back, and they skipped over to me. Benni looped her arm through one f my arm, and Brody looped his arm through my other one. Being strong like me, from handling me for the past years of this thing called childhood, they lifted me up and walked closer to the back bleacher. They sat me down, and Kayla, Tony, Marcus, Finny, and Tessa, came and sat with us. Although they weren’t really close friends, we were a small group of friends. All of us coming from California, parents either business partners, close friends, and neighbors. We all sat and talked for a while.

When I said that our parents were, well some of them not all, business partners, I am talking about that fact that we are like the rich kids of LA. But, know is not the time to talk about that.

The stage up front lit up, and the same man from the beginning of the day came up on the stage with a mike. 

“Hello students, how was your evening?” Most of the guys hooted as an answer.

“Well, we are going to start this evening with some open mike. How does that sound?” Some girls squealed this time, but the boys groaned, except for the boys in our group. They had evil grins on their faces, as they look at me. Tony and Marcus got up and started to shout.

“We have a volunteer up here!” The boys lifted my arm up, and Benni and Brody decided to help them out, and they hooked their arms through my arms, and took me down, as a struggled to grip on anything that could keep them from dragging me down the stairs. Once on the stage, they took the mike and spoke out to the crowd.

“Oh mighty viewers, we need one more volunteers.” They spoke at the same time giving off creepy vibes. Guys in the front hollered and pushed forward Mickey. Giving battle cries. Everyone knows that we were all time enemies; they just had to make her the one against me.

“Nice. I think we are going to be watching a nice singing battle.” They spoke in union again, and tilted their heads to the right, smiling like Cheshire cats. They hadn’t us a mike, and the music was on. She went first with started with Fireworks by Katy Parry. Although it was fun to see everyone go crazy for her song, it was my turn. Benni, being the person she was knew my song way to well. How to Be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds. Everyone in the crowds, mainly guys, came onto to the stage, and surrounded me. At the end everyone was laughing and applauding. I was lift up by Marcus and Brody, and I high fived everyone in the crowd.

Once everyone settled down, we did other things, until the end of the evening, which was about 9 pm. We were given our food for breakfast, and sent off to go with our partners back into the forest. 

Having made it back to my tent, I set all the food in the tent, and hung my flashlight on a sting in the tent. Soon, I heard Jay come into our clearing, by the sound of the crunching needles and sticks on the ground. By now I was in my nightclothes. Which considered of a faded t-shirt, and a pair of flannel pants.

“Knock knock.” He unzipped the tent, and walked in. He scanned over to me and smiled.

“Excuse me, but you need to get out so I can change.” I laughed at his tone, but got up, and went out. He got changed quickly, and then we went to bed.

“Night, Dylan.”

“Night, Dillon.”

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Side story- Infamous Gang of the 8th Grade Year. 

The hallways move to the side, not wanting to cross paths with the 8th Grade Gang.

The famous leader (cough, cool, cough) Marcy. With her razor sharp senses to kick butt.

Her trusty friend, Bendez. With her girly senses, and fast fingers to tweet.

Then there is Brody. With his cute face, but dark sense to the foe.

 Together with their crew, Kayla, Tony, Marcus, Finny, and Tessa (cough back up cough), they terrorize the hallways of Fort Front Middle School.

 At Graduation-

Marcy: Finally, the moment we have been waiting for all year. I would like to say a few words to the school.

First off, Mrs. Jery no one liked you. Mr. Kinu I have no idea haw to tell you how boring your lessons were. Lunch ladies, please go to Martha Stewart or what ever, and learn how to cook. And lastly, school is out bitches!

After thoughts-

 Marcy; The principal was obviously happy to hear what I thought. He was as red as a chili pepper. And I regret nothing.

** That is what I picture Marcy as.