"To the rat squad!" Cheered S.
"Rat squad baes." Laughed I, as she enveloped us in a hug.
Our song, Tuesday played on a speaker, and we sang along, changing "Tuesday" to sewer. We called ourselves rats. As ridiculous as that sounds, it was something to us. It bound our friendship. I felt really close to K,S, and I. We were all very close.
K's mom prepared Ramen Noodles, to which we laughed as we enjoyed our meal. It was a great day.
Of course, we all wore chokers and took a bunch of selfies on snapchat. It was our thing. Then we would take pictures of one another, most of them embarrassing.
These people were my best friends.
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Short Story4 best friends: happy, playful, close. What happened after a misunderstanding that may ruin their friendship? *based on a true story*
