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01

It was a Wednesday morning. The weather was nice and the snow spared everyone today. Birds were noisily chirping.
Which was great.

The only thing that didn't spare kids was: School. Oh, the torture.

These two kids, Grace and Jay, overslept and were late to school. When they realised they were really going to be lectured, they quickly jumped off the bed that they were sleeping together on with and hurriedly put on their clothes. They were having a sleepover at Graces' house yesterday.

"Oh shit, we are in big trouble!" yelled Jay, who was running beside Grace.

Grace rolled her eyes, and yelled, "No kidding! We're so gonna get our assess whooped!"

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"Hey you two," the brown haired boy, named Chauncey, approached them. He waved, his lips curved up into a small smile.

Grace smiled, "Hey Charcoal." She said as he took a seat beside her. "I'm guessing you probably know."

"Hell yeah I do. I'm in both Jay and your classes, Gracie," he grinned. He knew that she didn't like the nickname. "You both had a lecture from Mr Aluminum."

Grace groaned, and punched Chauncey on the shoulder lightly, to which he chuckled at. "Don't call me that, C. It's sounds so damn girly."

Jay laughed, a smile tugging at his lips. "Are you sure you're a girl, Grace? Your parents must have assumed your gender wrongly for sure, and gave you dresses to wear."

She nodded. "Yes, positive. I'm a girl, but hate wearing dresses." Grace made a disgusted face as she said that.

Chauncey and Jay burst into a chorus of laughter.

"How can you hate wearing dresses?" asked a bewildered Chauncey. "I thought all girls like to wear them?"

Grace shrugged.

"Why do you hate wearing dresses, though?" Jay curiously stared at her.

"Well, my grandpa used to touch my shoulders when I was younger, whenever I wore a dress that revealed my shoulders. Even if my dress didn't, he would still touch me." Grace grunted in frustration. "So I stopped wearing dresses and vowed to never wear one ever again."

Chauncey chuckled. He grinned, and rested his head on Graces' shoulder, said, "But you had to wear one to that boy's older sister's wedding in the end."

Jay, who was sitting at the opposite of Grace, came over to them, and took a seat on the other side of the girl, so he could rest his head on her shoulder too. "That boys name is Elson, right?" He asked.

Grace nodded, "Yeah." Then she flicked both of their foreheads, making them wince. "Also, I had to attend to the wedding in a nice white dress because I had to. My mom forced me to..."

They both looked at her as she trailed off and shivered. "It was horrifying." Grace whispered.

Chauncey laughed, smiling. "Now you don't need to attend to any wedding, so you don't need to wear a dress now."
He patted her shoulder in an reassuringly way, giving her a thumbs up, he said, "Don't worry, Grace."

Jay then joked, "Or you can attend my wedding in your bride dress, Grass!"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Never going to happen, Jay. Sorry. You're too gross."

"OHHH YOU JUST GOT REJECTED!!!" Chauncey yelled.

Jay rolled his eyes, and mumbled, "Whatever."

Chauncey turned to Grace. They both smiled and began to laugh out of the blue.
Confused, Jay looked up from the table and stared at them with a: 'wtf are you guys okay?' look.
In the end, the three of them burst out into fits of laughter, joining together.