Tate entered her first bell with hope in her heart that today will be a good day. She spotted Danny across the room talking to others. She squeezed passed the wall to her desk, nearly making it. She takes the packet of fruit snacks from her bag and smiled. She rubbed the plastic and looked up to the ceiling, holding back her tears. These fruit snacks are special to her. Very special. It was her grandfather's dying wish for her to enjoy this very packet of snacks.
Due to it being his 89th birthday today, she knew it was time. She couldn't wait. She squeezed the sides and popped it open with joy. A figure appeared next to her.
"Can I have one?" Danny looked down to her. She pulled one gummy out and stared at it. Lowering her head, she gave out a slow sigh.
"Yeah." She said lifting it to his hand.
"Oh, no. You can keep that." He declined with a mouth full.
Tate's head shot up, in the palm of Danny's hand rested her gummies. She looked down to her hand and back. Those are her gummies.
Her face went completely blank. The next thing she remembers is waking up in jail the next morning. With blood on her hands... Oh wait thats ketchup, nevermind.
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HumorMy life but in an alternate universe. Same people, different names, and slight change in personality. Join Tate and her exasperating friends, on their journey to see how dumb a human can actually be. Skeet bro.
