𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗶 𝗮𝗺, 𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 (✔️)
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
'𝘓𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩'
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YOU SIGH TIREDLY, STROLLING THROUGH THE HALLS.
you were headed for what they called a 'cafeteria'
it was an odd concept, in australia, you took your own food to school.
you look down, letting your music take over your ears again.
you watch your shoes as you walk.
you oof slightly as you bump into someone shoulder.
you look forward, taking your headphones off.
it was max, she was also accompanied by two boys.
"ah, shit, sorry max" you say.
she just smiles at you a bit, "its fine"
you nod at her, putting your hands in your pockets and walking off again.
the two boys look at max as they walk away.
she looks back at them, "what?"
"who was that?" the one with brown, curly hair asks.
max rolls her eyes, "no one"
the one with black hair scoffs, "what's the big deal? just tell us"
max shakes her head, "her names [name]. i only met her this morning, she's new"
the two nod.
back with you, you pull your sleeves up slightly, looking down at your arms.
all good. no makeup smudging
you nod to yourself, pulling our sleeve back down and heading into the cafeteria.
once you went in, you looked around.
each table seemed to have an allocated group. all the basketball players and cheerleaders at one, a bunch of people wearing shirts that said 'hellfire club' with a little devil face on it at another. every kind of group seemed to have a table.
you puff some air out, heading over to where you guess you got your food.
you look over at the food,
yeah, no. fuck that. i'll just get an apple or something
you line up, soon reaching the front.
"what would you like, dear?"
"just an apple, thanks"
she takes one and hands you it, you walk off.
(idrk how american school works. do you pay for cafeteria food?)
you look around, luckily finding a free table.
you breathe out a small sigh of relief as you sit down, biting into your apple.
you put your headphones back on and sit, noredly eating your apple.
"but as long as you're into band"
you take your headphones off again, looking over at the table with the people wearing 'hellfire club' shirts.
a guy with long brown, curly hair had stood up on the table, you look down at your apple,
hot guy alert. hot guy alert. hot guy alert
"..or science.. or parties" the guy says in a weird voice
"or a game where you toss balls into laundry baskets"
you cover your mouth with your hand, snorting.
"loser!" someone calls.
"you want something, freak?" the same guy doing the whole speech earlier stands up.
dick
the guy with brown hair holds up two fingers, signifying devils horns and sticks his tongue out.
you snigger behind your hand.
the guy, noticing it, looks over at you, giving a small wink and walking back down the table.
you look down.
"it's forced conforming.. that's what's.. killing the kids!" he shouts, jumping down from the table and scaring a few girls.
you shake your head, finishing your apple and tossing it in the bin.
you sit back down, slouching back and boredly checking your nails,
when does this end again?
you glance to the side as the same guy walks passed, talking about something with his friends.
the guy smiles at you as he walks back to his table, you purse your lips.
you yawn, standing up and exiting the cafeteria.
it was boring as hell in there, anyways.
you walk the halls boredly. back at your old school, everything was outside except for your classes.
there were no halls like this.
you yawn boredly, unsure of what to do to pass time.
you look down at your boots again, walking along, not stepping on any lines.
you stumble a bit as you bump into yet another person, your foot stepping on a line.
you take your headphones off, looking at who you bumped into his time.
"shit, sorry, my bad" you sigh,
what is with me and bumping into people today? oh wait, these were the kids with max
the one with curly brown hair justy shrugs it off, "it's fine-"
he pauses, you raise an eyebrow.
"you all right? not going into cardiac arrest or anything, are ya, mate?"
he stays silent, you wave a hand in front of his face. no response.
you turn to the one with black hair, "he's not dead, right?"
"do you play dnd?"
"oh shit he's alive!"
you process his question, "uh, i do. why?"
he beams, "would you, please, please, please, play a dnd campaign for hellfire today after school?"
" 'kay. sure"
anything better than going back home
the boys blink,
that was fast
"thank you, thank you, thank you! meet us in front of the cafeteria after school!"
you nod, "right. see ya"
you shake your head a bit,
alright, then. guess i'm playing dnd with some random kids
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date posted ; 6/06/22
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