please keep in mind i know NOOOOOTHING about baseball so im sorry if its bad😭 warning: this contains an iffensive slurr❤
Min: (song: Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood) (in 3rd grade) It was after school, and you went to the baseball game because your cousin was playing against another team.
Another boy stepped up to bat. "fuckin faggot," I hear my dad whisper. He thinks I know nothing about that stuff. Sex, being gay and stuff, bad words... The boy could be gay. Hes wearing a choker necklace and a bracelet... Or maybe its a girl with short hair. I dont know.
He/she hits the ball and begins running for the base. "I caught it!" The boy with the glove says. I frown in anger and stand up.
"Frick you stupid fricker!" I yell at him.
the girl/boy that batted is angry and throws down their baseball cap to the ground and stomps on it, until they hear me yell. they smile. "Yeah!" they say. Its a girl.
I continue cheering for her throughout the game and after it ends, she runs up to me while im at the drink stand. "thanks for cheering or whatever. Come with me or ill kill you!" she says and grabs my arm.
We run off to the bleachers again and she pulls out her backpack and takes a small handful of twizzlers out of it. "Here," she says, handing me 3 twizzlers. "Thanks!" I say, and bite into the twizzler. She starts eating her 2 twizzlers. "Whats your name?" I ask. "Min-Seo, but I hate it. Call me Min." A flash of wind hits me and i shiver. Min takes of her jacket and offers it to me. "oh, no, Im fine! It was just a gust of wind." I say, chewing another twizzler. "Take it or else!" She yells.
I giggle and put it on.
Akarsha: (Song: Sounds Fake But OK by Camino 84) (5th grade) You were in history class. You had to take a test on the Boston Massacre.
You were zooming through the test. Once you got to the last page, you felt a small tap on ur shoulder. You look over to see a girl holding a piece of paper. She hands it to you subtly.
you unfold it and it reads,
"ey bruh, im struggling asf. can u write some answers for me??? pls"
you shake your head. she puts her hands together in a pleading motion. You roll your eyes and begin writing answers on the back of the note.
"q.1 is A. q.2 is C. q.3 is A. on the open response paragraph ur screwed lol sorry" you fold it back up and pretend to stretch and hand it to her. she fills in the answers except the last one. she makes a new note and hands it to you: "Tysm! whats ur name???? mines Akarsha. do u like pringles? what abt mustaches??"
you write back:
"My name is (Y/n). I do/dont like pringles. you're welcome."
Diya: (Song: Spirits by The Strumbellas) (3rd grade) You were in the dog park playing with the big dogs with your mom talking to her friend. (In this, Min doesnt have a crush on Diya.)
"Which one do you wanna go in first, Diya?" You hear a high pitched, loud voice say.
"Big dogs!" Another voice says, but softer and quieter. You turn around and see the 2 girls rushing in. The other, supposedly Diya, looks at you, and bolts over. She wasnt looking at you, she was looking at the dog.
"Aww, its a saint bernard dog!" She says, and hugs it.
"what would you name it if you owned it?" The other says.
"Hm, Min, good question. Maybe... Sumo." (wink to the dbh fans lakksks) Min is her name.
"Hi," Diya says shyly to you.
"Hello!" You say back, petting the dog.
"Be nice to Diya or I'll chop off you head!" Min says aggressively.
"Chop off you head..?" I say, smiling.
Diya laughs.
The owner of the dog comes over.
"Sorry to ruin the fun you guys, but this is my dog and she has to go home now." he says.
we all whine and go to the small dogs area.
Noelle: (song: Party Favor by Billie Eilish) (8th grade)You were in math class.(boring ik lololol)
You look down at your paper.
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"Huh? What the hells this even supposed to mean?! Ugh..." You yelled.
"Watch your language, (Y/n)!" The teacher snaps.
"sorry." You shrug.
"wHaTs thIs suPpoSeD tO mEaN???!?!" Diya from beside you mocks you quietly.
"How are you talking in cursive??!" Akarsha says to Diya on the other side and you laugh.
The girl behind you rolls her eyes. "Its so easy! Look." she shows you her paper and your mouth opens in shock at the scribbles and numbers on her paper.
"X to y, blah blah blah, Bt and term, blah blah blah-" she tries to explain.
"Oh my GOD Noelle, shutup!" Akarsha says.
"Says you!" the girl, Noelle, says.
"At least I dont talk about boring math stuff nobody cares about, Noelle!" Akarsha laughs.
"Harty har, well nobody cares about how you can do a split with a bottle standing straight on your head, Akarsha!"
"Hell yeah they do! Its cool!" Akarsha yells.
"Sure." Noelle spits and continues showing me the work.
The class ends and Noelle tells you to follow her.
You do. she leads you to the library to study.
"Ughhhh," you groan.
"If you want an education and a succesful life then you HAVE to pass the MCAS! cmon."
she says again, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you in.
