(It will always be third person unless it's juicy, lmfao don't be pervy, ya nasty)
Soon as the bell rang everybody was flooding out of the middle school. Usually people would come out in pieces because of their teachers. But, no teacher had control of their students on the last day of school. Everyone was out of the building. But, there was a group near the trash cans, emptying their backpacks.
"No more damn history." The only female figure in the group.
"Best feeling ever." Said one of the boys.
"Try tickling your pickle for the first time." One with glasses 'jokes'.
"Richie, what if you don't have a pickle?" The female asks.
"Y/n," He mimics "You can borrow mine." The one who is called Richie replies winking.
"I was referring to you." Y/n answered.
"What are you guys doing this summer?" One of the shorter ones ask, changing the subject.
"Training." Richie replies.
"What do you mean by training?"
"(Whatever Richie said, I have bad memory. Also plz don't @ me if I say the part incorrectly, I watched the movie when it came out.)"
"Hah. Funny joke." Y/n scoffs.
"It's not a joke."
"Then what is it?"
"It's-"
"Gtg, my mom will kill me if I'm home late."
"A-are you going to the s-sewer with us?" One with a stutter asked.
"Oh yeah, I'll meet you there, I have to do something."
"O-o-ok. S-see you then."
-/-
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