Chapter 1

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"Blah blah blah blah......."
The teacher went on and on. I hate History class. All of my friends do too. We are definitely Miss Benson's least favorite students. I have no idea what we ever did to her, but it is what it is.

My name is Veronica, but all my friends call me Ron or Ronny. My best friends are Blair, Corbyn, and Paul. We all call him Phil. It's an inside joke that happened when we were freshman, and the name just stuck.
Blair and I met in 5th grade. Corbyn came in 6th, and Phil came in 9th.
Blair is dating a boy named Tommy. He's in our class, and he's what people consider a "bad boy." None of us really like him, but for Blair's sake, we put up with him. He comes from a rich family. Compared to Blair anyway.
Phil is dating a girl named Cheryl. She's kind of what you would call a nerd, but we all (all except Blair) love her. She's really shy and quiet when she's around people she isn't close with. But she's pretty outgoing when she's with us. She's really beautiful. Light brown hair, really curly, and she has green eyes; and she has glasses. Not the big "nerdy" glasses, they look really good on her. She's 5'5".
Corbyn and I are sort of dating. It's not really official, but it's getting there.
Corbyn has chocolate brown hair and caramel brown eyes. He's 6'0".
I have brown hair with red highlights and dark blue eyes, and I'm 5'8".
Blair has dirty blond hair and light blue eyes, sometimes they look gray. She's 5'6".
Phil has really dark brown hair, almost black, and light green eyes. He's 6'1".
Tommy has black hair and dark brown eyes. He's 6'6".

The bell rang, signaling the end of school. We all stood up to leave, but Miss Benson yelled "Sit back down! The bell does not dismiss you, I do!"
We all groaned and sat back down. She gave us our homework and then dismissed us. We were 5 minutes late, so the hallway was already filled with students. After we had gotten through the crowd and finished getting everything we needed from our lockers, we all gathered in the parking lot to discuss what we would do after school.
"I say we just go to the arcade like normal. No need for change," Phil said.
"But that's boring! We need to go somewhere new and explore. We've gone to the arcade every afternoon for as long as I can remember," said Blair.
The started arguing about it, so I said to Corbyn "What do you say we ditch them? They won't notice until we're gone."
Corbyn answered, "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Let's go. My car."
So Corbyn and I left for the arcade that we always go to. The arcade has a little like pizza bar place, where you can get pizza and drinks, and we got some food. We were almost down when I got a call from Blair. I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?!"
"At the arcade."
"Are you kidding me?? You ditch us and go to the place I didn't want to go to. Whatever. We're coming down there, so be ready to die."
"Okay. You can always try and kill me, but you know you never could."
"Whatever. Tommy is coming too. Don't be rude."
"When am I ever rude to Tommy??"
"I don't know.....but don't be rude. See you in a little bit. Bye."
"See ya. Bye-bye." I hung up.
"Was that Blair?" Corbyn asked.
"Yeah. She's angry that we left them, and she's also mad that we cane here when she didn't want to. She, Phil, and Tommy are on their way here."
"Oh my." He chuckled.
We had just finished our pizza when our friends came in. They sat down, and Blair faked a glare at me.
"Hey, how did your talk go?" I asked Phil.
"Don't talk to me about that," he said as he shot a glare at Blair. She stuck her tongue out at him.  I started laughing, and Corbyn and Tommy shared a look.
"What are you laughing at?" Blair demanded.
"You! You're so silly!" I said as I started laughing again. She rolled her eyes and slouched down in her chair.
We all sat there for an hour or so before we decided we should all go our separate ways.
Tommy went home, and Blair went with him. She lives by herself. Corbyn and Phil went home. They live together. And I went home; I live with my parents. They aren't really ever home though. I don't mind it. They both work full-time jobs, so they don't have a lot of time they can spend at home, other than when they're sleeping.
When I got him my mom was there, and she's usually not.
"Mom, what are you doing home?"
"They let me leave early because I got sick with something. I don't feel like doing anything, so if you could get your own supper, that would be great. I love you."
"That's fine. I love you too. I'm going up to my room now."
I walked up the stairs to my room. My bedroom is pretty big. It has hardwood floors, and there's a blue rug by my bed. My walls are really light purple. Like pastel. I have a big bookshelf in my room packed full of all my favorite books. I love to read.
I changed and laid down on my bed and checked social media and played some random games. I fell asleep that way.

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