The class had slightly grown-up and somehow miraculously made it to the seventh grade. The group was broken up but that's one of the cons of being promoted to the next grade. In the seventh grade, they ruled over the floppy sixth graders.
Sometimes people would run away in constant fear for their lives but there would be an occasional few brave souls who asked for autographs. There was a school assembly for the seventh grade, after what felt like forever of irrelevant announcements, the new principal got to the point where he started to talk about the upcoming field day event.
"Just in case some of you students have been living under a rock," Principal Peele said, "Field day is an event where classes go against each other in games and races."
One student raised their hand, "Will there be a fight to the death for Class Of The Year?"
"NO!" Principal Peele yelled, "I don't think our insurance will cover that. Anyway, you will pick your teams within your grade level-"
Asor whooped and aggressively patted his chest.
Principal Peele shook his head, "At least I'm getting paid for watching these savage, hormonal animals." He mumbled under his breath.
"Anyway, field day will be three days long with two games on each day leading up to the final day. On the final day, we will have one last game: Tug O' Death! -I mean War!- the Principal said with extra emphasis on the word 'death'. "You are dismissed to your fourth period-."
All the kids were already gone, and the gym was empty.
"-class... Children!" He muttered in disgust.
Asor sent a group text to all his friends to all meet at their secret hideout, Bob The Base, or for short the BTB after school.
Everyone got the text simultaneously but school wasn't over yet and they were still in their classes. Asor, Aaron, and Mya were in the same fourth-period class.
Ms. Noid's head whipped in their direction, "What was that noise? Does someone have their phone on them? Will I have to do another search?"
"No! No, that was just Asor. He... had a lot of pizza for lunch!" Mya lied laughing sheepishly.
Ms. Noid nodded her head, then sprayed some air freshener in the room, Island Breeze to be exact, 'A tropical blend of pineapple, coconut, and mango.' Aaron and Mya sighed in relief but glared at Asor right after.
"Sorry, it was urgent," Asor whispered defensively.
"What was so urgent that you had to send a text right in the middle of class?" Aaron asked.
"Check your phone after class and you'll see," Asor whispered back with an evil smirk.
Ms. Noid looked in their direction once again.
"No talking!" Ms. Noid yelled, "If I hear another peep, it'll be off with your heads!"
The principal walked into the classroom. "Uh, I mean keep the volume low, please and thank you." Ms. Noid said quickly.
"Is everything alright in here?" Principal Peele asked with an arched eyebrow raised with concern.
"Yes yes, everything is fine." Ms. Noid said nervously, "Right, children?"
"Right...." The whole class said in unison.
"Uh, okay.." The principal said and he left the classroom.
School ended and the whole gang got on their bikes to head to BTB but, of course, they caused some trouble on the way. Over the summer, they melted all their bikes together and created what they called The Carnage Cycle. The people who lived in their town were accustomed to this but this alarmed the tourists and visitors.
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HumorFour troublesome tweens: Asor, the man in command who always has a plan; Mya, the sassy girl who will crush people in her way; Larry, the tactical one who has all the answers and the brains; and Aaron, not the brightest bulb in the box, but does own...