Dear diary,
You know how sometimes you have those days where it's so amazing that you thinks it's just a dream. Well, I had one of those days today.
I was standing in the hallway today when a group of high-schoolers ran past me holding posters and laughing with eachother.
I'm in eighth grade. Middle school. An entirely different building.
Seeing high-schoolers in the middle school means that something is going on and it's important. The human body reacts to amazing stuff by staring. And that's what I did. Stood there like an idiot with my eyes widened, my locker still open, and my feet glued to the tile floor. The bell has rung, but I am still standing frozen.
I watch closely as the teenagers laugh with eachother while sticking up posters that read,
"THE ADAMS FAMILY!!!
March 21st
Saluda High School
7:00
(Adults 5$, students 3$, family 15$)"
In the background of the announcement sit a photo of the famous Adams family standing proudly.
"Hey kid! Come see our play!" Some random dude says to me. My eyes drag up to meet the gaze of a tall teenage boy wearing a black sweatshirt (My Chemical Romance), a lip piercing, and oviously dyed hair. Black.
"Tape! I need more tape!" A girl with short brown hair calls. She is wearing suspenders. Pink ones with black mustaches tracing up and down the straps. She also has glasses, which is cool and makes her outfit pop.
"I'm just advertising! We want people to show up don't we?!" He arugues. The girl rolls her eyes and he hands her a tiny strip of tape.
"You two we need to hurry up. I hate it here. It smells like Trevor's old gym shorts and pizza. Really bad pizza." Another teenager comes out of the girls bathroom with a disgusted look on her face. She's wearing a ponytail and a shirt that reads, 'If you talk to me, I will punch you'. And I believe it. I keep my mouth shut.
"Oh come on Bree! Don't say stuff like that!" Yet another tall male says from behind the two. Ponytail turns her head and scoffs at the guy with a black hat that's covered in tiny red clouds.
"I'm just stating the truth! Probably smells like-" She took a breath and tapped her foot trying to think of what exactly to say. Or how to say it.
"Every bodily fluid know to man!" Another girl chimes in stepping out from the south hall. She's holding extra posters and another guy is behind her laughing. She's got ripped Jean shorts and a green T-shirt stuffed into them. The guy on the other hand is wearing a stripped T-shirt and jeans that are baggy with huge pockets.
I can't help but crack a smile at the girl's joke.
"Your so mean!" The one being assulted panics. The girl walks forward and rubs her hand over his hat, as if she went to ruffle his hair. The girl who complained about Trevor's underwear, stepped forward scoffing and crossing her arms.
"Ugh! Shut up! I don't even care anymore! Let's just finish putting these up!" Ponytail hisses. The rest of them laugh and shake their heads. She sighs and turns around. Her face is the same expression you'd see on a dissapointed grandmother. "Idiots." She finally says turning back down the hall I'm standing in.
She completely ignores me and walks past, putting one of the posters up against a wall.
"Tape Justin! Now!" She growls. Justin, the guy wearing the 'My Chemical Romance' sweatshirt, runs next to her and hands her a piece of tape. As he passes me he looks in my eyes and smiles.
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