So we were little trouble makers- as my mom called us.
Every year on that day, which if you want to know, was August 21.
There were no take backs, there was no swearing- or at least aloud-, there was no backing out.
When Steven dared me in the seventh grade to scream something dirty aloud and then ask to go to the bathroom- I did, and
BOY was Mrs. Michelle MAD.
Of course, then Steven did his dare- he always was after me.
I ate frog-legs the year after the blood-oath thing.
Of course they were disgusting, but I did his dare.
There's a full reason why Steven isn't allowed to go to the mall anymore too.
We did do some truths too- what is the grossest thing you've ever eaten- Frog Legs of course.
What is the dirtiest thing you've ever searched on Google?- I ain't saying what Steven searched.
*whispers* "Porrrnnn, at the age of 13!"
But Normally, we do dares, so he didn't have to ask TruthOrDare when he said my most recent dare.
