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To my freshman soon to be sophomore sister, I am leaving you these items so that you will also be able to survive high school for the next few years.
1. A cellphone; for those awkward boring pauses in class.
2. A pair of headphones; for when you do individual class work and you need to drown the background noise.
3. A wallet; so you'll have enough money to journey towards and escape school.
4. Philosophical opinion blog links; so that you can question your/the world's morality, take in different ideas, and learn to grow in your free time.
5. A notebook; to doodle in class when you get bored.
6. A pair of sneakers; to run away from those you despise.
7. A hoodie; to hide yourself from others when you are avoiding awkward conversations.
8. A water bottle; to survive through your days.
9. A bomb-ass Spotify study playlist; for when you want to study without blowing your brains out.
10. A good attitude; it doesn't hurt to say "Hello/Good morning" or offer a smile to those you see in hallways; you never know who may need it and you never know who you might meet.

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10 Items that were key to your high school survival
1. PHONE
2. Water bottle
3. Hoodie
4. HEADPHONES
5. Scratch paper
6. Sneakers
7. Wallet
8. Philosophical opinion blog links
9. Fic links
10. Jin photocard

5 Honorary Titles
1. Being the best EXO-L
2. Best LOONA Promoter
3. Best at making people laugh really awkwardly
4. Writing person
5. Art person

5 People I'd Like To "Thank" (but I'm not sarcastic with any of these)
1. Paula for being there for me
2. Amy for putting up with me
3. Mr. Hausman for writing me an amazing recommendation
4. My mom for keeping me on task when I couldn't do it myself
5. Myself for pulling through for this long

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Bro I am so SICK and TIRED of these damn kids. I swear none of them are even doing the assignment I just discussed with them. They’re so loud and obnoxious it makes me just wanna punch one of them in the face. I’d get in loads of trouble with the school but it’s cool cause I’m not a baby and I can deal with it. Plus Danger’s my middle name, I tend to live life on the wild side as a high school English teacher. That sounded lame. I should be living a life of luxury surrounded by models and spending my days hunting. I start clenching my fists and sweat drips down my forehead. This stupid room I’m in is like packed meat: all the damn heat stays in and won’t get out. I whip out my Axe body spray and douse myself in it to keep a sharp scent. Some kid walks up to my desk and asks if I’m okay.

“You look constipated,” he says.

Damn it, I think. Showing emotions is a critical sign of weakness and so I change my expression to a stoic one. That’ll show him.

“Whatever. Go do your work,” I tell him and he walks back to his desk. It’s silent for a moment or two before being awoken by a shrill scream. A couple of students gathered around a girl’s desk and I walk over to see what the hell’s going on.

“Whoa, that spider is so huge!” one kid says. Typical child stuff to scream over a puny bug. I will crush it. I will destroy it.

“I got it,” I say as I bring out a book and slam it onto her desk, breaking it in half along with her phone sitting on the edge. Needless violence is what I’m all about.

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I won’t cry. That’s a sign of weakness. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.

“Are you okay?” another rower asked me as she crouched down beside where I was laying on the ground curled up in a fetus position.

This was so fucking embarrassing. Why the hell do people say “Heads up” when they’re bringing a 20 foot long billion ton rowboat down to the dock? Isn’t that the exact opposite of what you want people to do? Shouldn’t you just say “duck”?

I didn’t want to come off as weak after getting hit in the head by its stern, so I played it off.

“Yeah, it’s whatever,” I groaned. God damn it why do I have to sound like I’m in pain?

“That was a really loud hit though are you sure you’re alright?” she asked again, looking sympathetic if anything.

“I’m really-” I just realized I was still curled up in a ball on the ground. “I’m good-” My head started spinning and I fell to the ground again.

“Holy shit, I think you have a concussion,” she said as she tried helping me up.

“I can get up on my own, I can do it-” I insisted.

This is what happens when you’re too prideful to ask for help when you have a goddamn concussion.

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It was almost 3:20; the usual time the school bus departed and got on its way to dropping us seventh graders off at our respective school districts. I was more than exhausted and ready to get home and sleep instantly, because what kind of seventh grader does their homework the moment they get home? I was sitting next to a boy who I considered a really good friend at the time (for the sake of anonymity let’s just call him Satan for now).

Besides Satan and I on this bus, a good portion of my friend group also took this route and we usually sat with each other to discuss today’s happenings: something funny that someone did or said about lunch or we talked about how this one teacher was such a bitch. Usual twelve year old things to discuss.

But again, this day I was exhausted and didn’t partake in any conversation whatsoever. I plugged in and lightly fell asleep to the sound of Pierce the Veil. More casual twelve year old things to listen to.

As I quietly napped, I felt something brush against my arm. I didn’t think much of it. It was probably Satan. I was quite used to his random touches, from an arm around my neck to him patting my head delicately; I didn’t think much of these touches nor did I believe they had any deeper meaning behind them, one: because I could only ever see Satan as a friend, and two: I was a stupid, naive twelve year old who still went by the archaic “everything is sunshine and rainbows” philosophical point of view.

A majority of my friends on the bus usually got off at the same stop, so when they bid me a goodbye and I was left with only a couple of other students in the back and Satan sitting right next to me, I again didn’t care much to let my guard down. God, do I regret not doing so.

I tried to fall back asleep until I got to my stop when Satan spoke my name. I was still drowsy from the earlier nap so I lazily turned to face and answer him. But I didn’t even get a chance to say “Yes?” or “What’s up Satan?” because the moment I opened my eyes Satan’s puffy, chapped, bleeding lips were puckering up right in front of me and getting closer. Uncomfortably close. Naturally, I did what any sane person would do when their friend tried kissing them, and I instinctively raised my palm and shoved it into his face, backing away and nearly shoving Satan out of his seat.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, mildly horrified and somewhat confused. No, I was absolutely disgusted just thinking of what could’ve happened had Satan gotten any closer to me.

“What the hell does it look like I’m doing?” he gritted his teeth, getting back up at glaring at me. Let me tell you one thing I learned about Satan from the past year I’ve been his friend: he’s persistent, and I just knew he was going to try and sneak a peck once again. He’s the type of guy who when he grows up will pursue a crush, and when clearly and politely rejected, will still stay, “Let me change your mind.”

I did the only thing I knew could possibly work: I screamed my head off and called the attention of the bus driver. She probably just took it as a minor dispute between dumb kids because the only thing she did was momentarily and yell, “Shut up.” I hope she got fired.

Satan still glared at me, and I knew he was angry. He got up from his seat and just said, “Ugh bitch,” under his breath as he sat himself in a seat five rows down from where I was.

My jaw dropped as I couldn’t believe what just happened; this was quite literally out of the blue for him. How was I even supposed to know he liked me? I began to ask myself, at the time ignoring the fact that he’d always hug and stare at me for uncomfortable amounts of time. I was stupid.

Never again would I allow this to occur.

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Today’s going to be fun, he thinks to himself. Lots of them here.

He’s crouching by the edge of the ground floor’s window, peering curiously into a room filled with teenage girls. They all probably attended the high school just a few blocks from here, he assumes. He’s only spent about a week in this town and just knows how tight knit the community is just from the overall feel of it. Reminded him of his childhood a bit.

The girls are all happy, excited, joyous, close. From what he can see from here, they’re just about ready to gather ‘round and tell each other little stories. He wants to so badly crack open the window a bit to hear their small tales. He likes knowing their last thoughts.

It’s nothing special; he’s done this countless times before. Neighboring cities, borderline crossing from state to state. He would say he likes to hunt. Of course, this is something he does in his private time. It’s not like he could illuminate his interests to anyone outside of himself.

The girls seem at peace. It’s almost time to sleep. They turn off the lights.

Not even half an hour later and he’s already broken into the house and is drenched in one of his victim’s blood.

“Is anyone there?”

She should’ve practically announced her location for the killer; it’s essentially the same as what she had just done.

“I have the police on right now, you better get the hell out of here!”

She sounded frightened out of her fucking mind.

He immediately barged into the room, knife ready in hand.

“No you don’t,” he snarled, pouncing onto her. “No one ever does.”

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You find yourself lost in a dark, isolated part of the woods. It’s too late at night to a get clear view at everything surrounding you or see if anyone is around to help you, only seeing the sinister looking dying trees swaying above you as winter season grows closer as the days go on. Harsh winds howl past your ears, making you shiver and wrap your arms around your body. You walk through it all, crunching and stomping on the rotting orange and brown leaves that have scattered over the ground as the winds rip them off the trees. You smell and taste nothing but the cold, making you smack your lips and sniff.

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1

“Dude relax, you’re gonna have a blast,” Sawyer insisted, reaching to the passenger’s seat and patting Noah’s leg with his other hand on the wheel. He must’ve felt Noah kick his leg up and down again as if he had his own vibration setting; a nervous tick Noah’s developed for as long as he could remember. Once he felt Sawyer place his large, firm hand on his thigh, however, he felt comfortable enough to settle down for a moment, and when he felt the driver gave his leg a good squeeze, he stopped kicking completely. Sawyer always knew what to do like that. The gesture would have been intimate to Noah had it not been from Sawyer; he’s seen Sawyer butt naked countless times but he figured that’s just how it is when his older best friend of 12 years even goes to the same university as him.

“I don’t know. I feel nervous,” Noah articulated, the road ahead blurring past his vision. “Do you guys haze? Like, hard?”

Sawyer snorted, Noah feeling a bit disparaged. “You know, we’re not even an official fraternity. We’re not recognized as… anything by our campus.”

“So what am I supposed to make of your group of friends? A bunch of douchebags that sit around and drink beer while patting each other on the back for existing? You asked me to join because you said I would like it.”

“I guess,” Sawyer answered, “but we also actually do some community services here and there. Just a few months ago we cleaned up, like, a good chunk of the neighborhood up north. People litter so much. Pretty sad.”

“Cool.”

“Trust me, these guys are anything but cool.” Noah could hear him grin. “I know you’re not good with a ton of people in one sitting but once you get to know them you’ll see they’re as just as dorky as you are.” Sawyer reached over again and pinched his cheek playfully, Noah swatting his hand away but grinning nonetheless.

“You’re a loser.”

“I’m your best friend. What does that say about you?”

“Can you tell me a little more about your friends again? Also I forgot all of their names because I was too distracted and I didn’t care when you did tell me about them,” Noah said as he slumped down into the seat, pulling out his phone to check the time. 9:31 P.M. Had they really only been driving for five minutes?

“Of course you were,” Sawyer cleared his throat as he continued. “So, we’re all meeting up at King’s house and he’s the oldest of us. He’s really chill and he’ll help you out when you’re… a mess?” Sawyer tried to find a replacement for “shitfaced”, failing sadly. “Then there’s Alexander. I was kind of put off by him at first because he smiles too much. It’s uncomfortable.”

“That’s hilarious coming from you of all people,” Noah snorted. Sawyer ignored him.

“Emmett is the fuckboy I told you about, but I changed my mind. He doesn’t act like one. You’ll see what I mean when you meet him. Then…. Taylor. Trust me, I thought I was straight before meeting this guy. I mean, I am, but like… Taylor is Taylor?” Sawyer squeaked the last part. Noah wanted to blow his own brains out; Sawyer is his best friend who’s biggest flaw is sadly a severe case of No Homo Syndrome. “And I know that you’re gay, and I’m not gay, but I’m just saying if I was gay, which I’m not but--”

“Oh my god fine, I won’t tell him just shut up.”

“Cool. Where were we? You might like not Aiden at first because he yells a lot but I’m sure you’ll warm up to him. And Angel is really short and he has one of those faces that make you think he’s glaring at you, but he’s not so don’t worry about it. He reminds me of you in a way—”

“I do not always glare at people.”

“Yeah. Yeah I know, but like, you’re not the most smiley guy either.”

“I’ll give you that.” Sawyer returned to silence. Noah was about to let him continue but he didn’t. Noah spoke up again. “Didn’t you say there were seven of them I’m meeting tonight? Who’s the last one?”

“Oh!” Sawyer sputtered. “Yeah. Jack. We all call him Jackie. He’s a freshman like you so I don’t actually know much about him. He seems… nice? He’s kind of dumb. Laughs a lot for no reason. You’ll probably like him.”

“Maybe.”

“Don’t worry. And you’re not gonna hazed either. I don’t want you joining thinking you’re getting yourself into something crazy.”

Truthfully, Noah wasn’t sure what he was getting himself into.

2

It was about another ten minutes before they finally pull into the brick, drive-in parking lane in front of a large, modern-designed  home. As Sawyer stopped just a couple steps before the closed garage door and took the keys out of the ignition, Noah looked up and swore his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Everything about this house was incomprehensibly pristine. The home’s exterior was made of a grey stone, a second floor ten feet above them; an orange luminescence and its shadows moving around and pouring out into the night.

“Your cult is so far away from campus,” Noah said as the two got out of Sawyer’s pickup.

“Not a cult. And this is King’s house. Pretty cool right?”

Noah looked up at the house one more time, taking in all its glory. “Pretty cool.” He looked up into the window second floor once more; a realization hitting him as he stared at the moving lights and then turned to glare daggers into Sawyer’s being. “Wait is everyone already here? Are we late, Sawyer?” he grunted.

“No! Not really. I think the guys just got here, like, ten-ish minutes ago—”

“Let’s go then,” Noah cut off Sawyer, gripping his hand in fear of what these guys would think of this. The moment they stepped in, Noah felt even more insecure. As if the inside could be anymore beautiful as the outside, Noah found himself standing directly under an expensive, crystal chandelier hovering over them from the second floor and a clean, spiraling staircase awaiting for the two to put it in use.

“Take in that view, Noah,” Sawyer gushed. “Now, we gotta introduce you to your new friends!” He sounded more excited than Noah ever would be, but Noah didn’t mind when Sawyer grabbed his hand again and pulled him up the pretty stairs.

Once they made it to the top of the second floor, the first person Noah saw was a guy shorter than the both of them facing of a table with a assortment of snacks thrown all over it, his back towards the two and unaware of their presence. Could it be Angel? The short angry guy? Noah looked at Sawyer briefly before he saw a huge grin grow on his face, looking back at Noah for a second before making a “shhh” motion. Sawyer snuck up behind him sneakily before he lunged forward and pulled him into one of his infamous headlocks.

“Honey, I’m home,” Sawyer howled as he held a tight grip on the guy.

Oh fuck. Ew. It’s Gay Taylor, Noah thought to himself as he scrunched up his nose looking at the two in complete disgust. It’s Gaylor. I wonder if he got that a lot in high school?

“Gross, don’t do that,” Taylor cackled, pulling Sawyer off of him and turning around with a big smile on his face. Noah found the guy’s face to be one of the most friendly and inviting he’s ever seen.

“Hello there!” he smiled warmly at Noah. “I’m Taylor.”

“I can tell,” Noah said with insincerity.

“Sawyer here has told me a lot about you.”

“I’d hope so.”

“Yeah, this is Taylor, Noah!” Sawyer grinned.

“I just said that dumbass,” Taylor deadpanned.

“You gotta repeat things for it to get into Noah’s head.” Noah felt his stomach churn. He usually didn’t mind at all when Sawyer would make comments like that, in fact, he’d argue that’s what made their friendship beautiful, but something just didn’t sit with him right this time. Taylor didn’t sit right with him.

“So, let’s introduce you to the rest!” Taylor said. He started walking down a short hall with Noah, Sawyer grabbing a few snacks to munch before following behind shortly. The hall led them to a room where the other six guys were conversing amongst themselves. Noah wished he could shrink into nothingness.

Noah clearly was inattentive to whatever Sawyer and Taylor were bantering about until he heard Sawyer groan, “You act like you’re not the faggot here but you cry when it gets too dark and ask me to spoon you,” he slurred through bites, occasional bits of food falling from the corners of his mouth. Noah fake-gagged and pretended he didn’t know him.

“Guys, give Noah here a big welcome!” Taylor announced.

“Hi, Noah,” the rest said out of unison. One of them nearly shouting it; Noah could only think that was probably Aiden based on Sawyer’s lack of further description. Noah gave them a small wave and nod before returning his arm back to his side.

“Okay, welcome to the brotherhood, Noah!” Sawyer beamed, throwing his arm over his shoulder leading him to a spot on the small, white couch, sitting next to who he assumed was Angel because of his obvious lack of height and withering glare.

“Serious? That’s it? No weird black cloaks or ominous chanting in a circle for my initiation?” Noah joked.

“What do we look like, a cult?”

“Funny you should say that, because—”Sawyer was about to say before Noah elbowed him in the gut to keep him quiet.

“What are you doing?” he sneered.

“What were you gonna say, Sawyer?” a short guy with sharp eyes asked, shaking up a drink into a mixer, a glass held under his arm. Noah stared him mixing it together, not convinced the guy knew what the outcome was going to be in taste.

“Do you know how to do that?”

“Sure I do,” the guy said, shaking it vigorously before it into his glass.

“King is the oldest. He knows what he’s doing,” a tall guy standing against the wall in front of Noah assured. “I’m Emmettt by the way.”

“Trust your elder without question?”

A buffer, tanned guy chuckled from his position sitting on the floor. “They’re words to live by. We’re a troop that tends to fuck up a lot, and King is always there to fix our shit! I’m Jack, but they call me Jackie here.” The guy reached his arm out to Noah for a shake, which Noah declined.

“And me,” another guy shorter than Noah said. “I haved fix a lot of your guys’ shit.”

“Yeah. That guy too,” Jack chirped as he took in another huge gulp of his drink. Noah stared at the blue plastic container in his hand.

“Jackie, don’t forget I’m the one that saved your ass from failing calculus your senior year.”

“Yeah, that’s true. I owe you my life, Alex!”

“Do you not drink?” Noah interjected.

Jack looked towards him. “Who, me?”

“Yes. Do you not drink?”

“Jackie is morally superior to all of us,” Angel said lazily, not even looking up from his spot on the couch as he crushed what looked like his fourth can of beer.

Jack grinned, looking back at Noah. “Yeah. Haven’t had a drop. I like maintaining a clean system.”

Noah nodded off, unsure what to do with that information.

3

The group spent most of the time afterwards picking at each other’s faults in a non-aggressive way, Noah appreciating the banter they engaged in; reminiscing the pointless fights he and Sawyer have. Noah learned they’re not all the biggest assholes you can find around campus; there have been worse.

Sawyer coughed loudly before speaking up. “Guys, Noah totally thought we were gonna haze his ass on our way here!”

Taylor raised his brows, looking genuinely intrigued. “Reallyyyyy?” He drawled.

Noah attempted a brief smile. “Yeah, I was just nervous—”

“Let’s do it,” Jack interjected.

Noah felt his lungs drop into his guts. “What?” he nearly choked.

“You’re gonna get hazed, dude,” Angel said bluntly. “You asked for it.”

“Let us commence the hazing!” Taylor declared, standing from his seat by Alexander and Aiden; Aiden cackled wildly while Alexander shook his head in dissatisfaction.

“But I—Sawyer said—“

“Oh right,” Taylor smiled, taking Sawyer’s hand as he walked closer to the group. “Sawyer, my good sir, would you please grant us the blessing and accompany your brothers in the hazing of your dear comrade Noah?

“With pleasure Taylor sir,” Sawyer smiled.

‘If I was gay’ my ass. You’re the gayest hetero I’ve ever met, Noah thought.

“Jesus Christ, get a room,” Aiden groaned.

“Are you guys serious?” Alexander rolled his eyes.

“Oh come on, Alex, don’t be a buzzkill now. We’re just getting to the good stuff.” Jack whined.

Noah can’t believe Sawyer would ever say Jack was going to be his favorite.

“For real. How are we gonna haze? Should we have him strip?” Aiden suggested, clearly excited by the idea.

“I once heard about this college a few states over that had their newbies run naked through the leader’s neighborhood and they got arrested,” Emmettt mused.

Aiden cackled wildly. “Holy shit, there’s no way we could get away with that in this neighborhood.”

King chimed in, “Yeah, we shouldn’t do anything to disturb the peace here. These people call the police on people who just stand on their front lawns.”

“Why is your neighborhood insane?” Jack asked.

“Security issues? I’m not sure; I’ve only been living here for a few months.”

“Guys, stop straying off topic I wanna haze this guy’s ass already,” Taylor said impatiently.

“Nobody is going to touch my ass,” Noah yelled. “Just—damn, have me drink a nasty mixture of old milk and vodka or something.”

“Hey, that’s actually not a bad idea,” Aiden pondered.

“Noah, you’re so sick,” Sawyer grinned. Noah didn’t bother giving him his attention. After all, he was only doing this because his ‘best friend’ brought up the topic in the first place.

“That’s the perfect initiation for our team,” Taylor giggled. “Jackie, come with me to the kitchen. We got some mixing to do!” With that, the two scurried away, excited to bring pain onto their newest member.

Noah’s stomach began to churn. What if they spit in it and only tell him after he downed it? He looked at Sawyer helplessly, but his friend was too busy to notice his fear. Sawyer knows how squeamish he gets. Why isn’t he saying anything?

“So much for best friend,” Noah muttered.

“What’s wrong, newbie?” Emmettt asked, patting his back kindly.

“You know my fucking name,” Noah grunted.

“Don’t worry. I don’t think Taylor or Jackie are actually that cruel. They might just mix a gnarly party drink for you or something. You’ll be fine.”

Noah hoped that was the case.

“We’re baaaaaack!” Taylor howled, running in with Jack with two glasses in his hands; Jack was giggling the entire time.

“Now Noah, since you’re our first hazing, we’re giving you the option to go easy on yourself and just down the milk-vodka genius mix that you obviously want inflicted onto yourself, or you can go with something wicked nasty that the two of us came up with,” Taylor grinned evilly.

As both concoctions were placed into Noah’s hands, the newbie stared at them suspiciously. One of them clearly smelled nastier than the other, and one clearly looked much more inviting than the other. He looked up and saw that everyone was staring at him in anticipation; Aiden, King, and Jack especially seemed thrilled by what was about to happen.

Noah wasn’t the best with peer pressure. He knew what he wanted, but he definitely knew which one the rest wanted him to pick. Prompted by that, Noah put down the milk-vodka mix and chugged down the daredevil one. The group began to boom with shouts and whooping, overjoyed with Noah’s choice. “Go, newbie!” One of them yelled.

This is gonna be a long night, Noah thought to himself again.

4

Time went on, and as it did, Noah felt sicker than he did when they first arrived. He was slumping over and breathing heavily. He couldn’t get a clear grip on reality as his mind became clouded by void. Sawyer, his supposed ‘best friend’, finally took his attention away from the group and looked back at his dear to ensure he was having a good time, the smile dropping from his face the group moment Noah actually came into view.

“Dude, are you okay?” Sawyer asked, placing one hand on Noah’s head and the other on his knee.

He wanted to answer, but found that he couldn’t. Then, without a moment of hesitation, Noah stood upright from his spot on the couch, sputtering and coughing. He wrapped his own hands around his throat. He felt his heart pounding at a rapid, painful rate, reverting to smacking his own chest.

“Muh… muh…” he choked.

“Holy shit, please breathe,” Sawyer cried, standing up with Noah and attempting to guide him to the bathroom.

“He’s coughing up blood!” Aiden exclaimed, pointing and staring at Noah in shock. Noah felt it drip down onto his chin.

“What the fuck did you give him?!” Taylor glared at Jack.

“What? Nothing! That’s just the vodka probably! We mixed it into both drinks!” Jack said defensively.

Noah took a few more steps, pushing Sawyer away. “Mmggmghah… Muuuugghhhhgh.”

“Holy shit, what the fuck did you guys give him?” King said.

“Somebody grab him!” Alexander said, he and Sawyer running towards him as Noah made it closer to the balcony.

Before of them could even get a foot close to him, Noah leaned against the gate and fell backwards off of the balcony, a loud thump echoing in the groups’ minds followed by the longest silence as Sawyer stared off onto the ground below him.

“He’s dead.”

5

“Fuck,” King paced around the room. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” They all grouped together around the pool deck, none of them bothering to look at the blood surrounding Noah’s head, let alone even acknowledge the lifeless body lying without wanting to vomit. He already began to stink.

Nobody except for Sawyer, who kneeled in front of Noah and locked his hands around one of Noah’s.

“What are we gonna do?” Taylor panicked.

“He got blood all over the pool deck,” King murmured, lost in his own thoughts.

“Your fucking pool deck? Your pool deck. My best friend just fucking died,” Sawyer growled, looking up towards the elder. His eyes watery and bloodshot. His tears haven’t stopped since it happened, Angel by his side rubbing his back with his own look of fear and confusion. “You guys killed my best friend!”

“I didn’t have anything to do with this,” Alexander said angrily. “I told you guys it was a bad idea. Nobody fucking listens to me.”

“Yeah, well you’re now, you accessory to murder,” Aiden snarled.

“Murder?” King looked back at them all. “You just—you guys—wait, who mixed the drinks?”

The room fell silent once again as all eyes turned to Taylor and Jack. The duo looked downright terrified.

“Wait, you think I tried to kill him? I just met him!” Taylor said defensively. “I’m way too much of a chickenshit to give him anything like that.”

“He only got sick like that after you guys made him… we all made him do it,” Taylor cried, dropping his face into his hands and making a long, drawled out groaning noise.

“I didn’t,” Alex scoffed.

“You could’ve stopped him. Any one of us could’ve,” Sawyer sniffed, his eyes still locked onto his dear dead best friend.

“I can’t fucking take this anymore,” King said. “Guys, we have an actual dead body. In my house. We’re all going to fucking jail.”

“Not if we just… hide it?” Jack suggested. They all stared at him, clearly disturbed.

“What?” Chanyeol grimaced.

“Guys, I can’t have this on my record; that shit’s been spotless since day one,” Aiden quipped.

“As unbelievably awful as that sounds… I’m with Emmettt on this,” Taylor reluctantly admitted.

“You guys want to dump the body,” Minseok said, staring off into space.

“What choice do we have? We can’t really tell anyone what happened, especially since no one wants to take the blame,” Alexander pointed out.

“Murder really brings out the ugliest in everyone,” Angel whispered, watching as Sawyer gave his full attention to Noah’s body.

“This is all my fault,” Sawyer stuttered.

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How to not sleep when you should be sleeping (AKA how to never sleep)

Spend all day procrastinating or being productive your choice whatever tires you out more/whatever exhausts you first

Get in bed and get comfortable

Take about 10 minutes trying to find the perfect position

Your bed is the lumpiest thing in existence…. Punch it

Finally get perfect position! Smile in triumph momentarily

No change the position again…. You notice how lumpy your pillow feels now

Okay now it’s perfect

Grab phone instantly because you’re an Internet addict and it’s not like you don’t use it when you get into bed (unlike what your mother believes)

Open up your social media or whatever funny videos your friends send to you

Talk to them for hours on end about pointless stuff (the stuff that won’t matter seconds after you say them)

Laugh at said pointless stuff and pretend this is what your life revolves around to feel secure

Something as simple as laughing with your distant friends

And that there aren’t dark external forces trying to bring you down

That your life is not as stressful as it truthfully is

College and other responsibilities don’t exist during these hours

FRIEND LOVING HOURS ONLY! Humor hours are from 11PM to the morning

Get excited over said pointless stuff as it makes you feel complete

Notice it’s already 1:50AM

Wish them all a good night (they know you won’t be sleeping so don’t be afraid to tell this little lie)

Then go and play games for another hour

Check time again. 2:30AM

Choose out of your three existing alarms:

6:00 AM

4:40 AM

4:45 AM

Well you’re going to be taking a shower first thing in the morning you really need it since you smell like a sad dog

Set alarm for 4:45AM

Sounds early but you’ll be up by then honestly

Not joking

Even if you’re out of the house by 6:30AM on normal days you have to have that much time in the bathroom before your younger sister tries to claim it before you do (she takes that long)

You check your phone one last time before you decide to at least try to sleep

Shit. It’s 4:44AM and---

There goes your alarm.

Make sure to remember to grab your yogurt and Advil before you head out and you’ll be good to go

It’s gonna be another long day.

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Thou art timid about Nature’s gifts, I knoweth not the reasoneth

As thee walketh inside, thee behold ‘round thee

Needeth not products to conceal thine blemishes,

How thou art is plenty

The rest of the w’rld can seeth ‘t

The w’rld apart from thee

Mine own w’rld illuminates because thou art present

How thee sways thy locks amazes me

At which hour thee behold at the ground t’s apparent to me

Thee knoweth not thou art a beauty

If’t be true only thee couldst seeth what i did see

Thee wouldst knoweth wherefore i wanteth thee so badly

As I look at thou even but now, I can’t believeth, thee knoweth not that thou art quite quaint

Yet thy’s humility keeps thee quite quaint.

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Just in from Dispatch: _________ and __________ were just seen exiting the _________ downtown! They were carrying _____ and were holding ________. Just __ months ago, the two were seen _________ and are suspected of dating from that point on. “Everyone knew that they were a thing,” said TV hostess ______. “I mean, people don’t just ______ and ______ with each other and it means nothing!”

Name of celebrity
Name of celebrity
Noun (plural)
Body part
Number
Ing-verb
Name / or name of celebrity
Action verb
Action verb

Sandy was walking her ____ when she heard a loud and ____ noise. “_____!” it went, leaving her more ______ than anything. I followed the noise to find a _____, _____ house with its front ______ open. She stepped in and saw a man biting his _______ off excessively. He turned to her and said, “_____! Sorry for disturbing you, ma’am! It’s a bad habit of mine.”

Animal
Adjective
Onomatopoeia
Adjective
Adjective
Adjective
Part of a house
Part of body
Exclamation

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Students 1 and 2 should be in seats throughout the scene. The teacher should be acting as if they’re an actual, teacher, meaning they’re up at the board and walking around the classroom.

Student 1 and 2 should have a piece of paper, a textbook ready to pull out, their chromebooks out, and also student 1 should have a personal computer and phone out for later in the script.

Script

Teacher: (at the front of the desk) Alright class let’s get started. We’re gonna discuss last night’s homework.

Student 1: (has chromebook out) Shit! We had homework?

Student 2: (has chromebook out) Just take out a piece of paper and pretend you have it.

Student 1 takes out a piece of paper.

Teacher: Alright does anyone want to go up and show their work for problem 1?

(silence)
Teacher: Anyone?

(silence)
Teacher: (sighs) Okay I guess you can just discuss it in your groups then.

Student 1: Okay what’d you get for number 1?

Student 2: Imma keep it real with you chief... I don’t understand anything.

Student 1: Okay. 2048 cupcakes then (acts as if they’re playing)

(teacher walks around and looks on student 1’s computer)
Teacher: What are you doing?

(student 1 not looking at the teacher)

Teacher: (looks at Student 1’s screen) Are you… playing 2048 Cupcakes in the middle of math class?

Student 1: (long pause) Yeah.

(Student 2 begins to start cracking up in the background)

Teacher: You’re really not supposed to be doing that in class. I’m gonna have to take that away.

Student 1: Wait, let me just finish this!

Teacher: I’m really gonna have to take this.
(prys the computer out of student 1’s hands and walks away)

Student 2: AAAH! You just got that shit taken away like bam! (laughs for a long time and wipes tears). Damn you looked so ridiculous just now, I wish you saw the face you had when she took that from you. Ah man, you crack me up sometimes. (pats Student 1’s back)

Student 1: (harshly moves student 2’s hand from them) Whatever, man! Those chromebooks are full of shit anyways. And besides, I’ve gotta beat my high score in 2048. Nobody is gonna separate me and that game. Not even her.

(Student 1 takes out cell phone)

Teacher: Alright now, settle down settle down. Now then, let’s begin with question #1. Can anyone read out loud the question for me?

(silence as teacher scans the room with their eyes)

Teacher: C’mon guys, this isn’t rocket science. It’s just reading 2 sentences.

Student 2: If it’s not rocket science why’s she asking us to read the question? Can’t she do that herself?

Student 1: (whispering angrily) Shut up! You’re gonna gather attention to our table and mess me up.

Teacher: *sees student 1 on their phone and closes their eyes to take a deep breath* Not today, (teacher’s first name) , not today. Let’s just ignore what that student is doing and focus on the lesson. Just 80 more minutes and you’ll be done with the day.

Teacher: Alright, (student 1’s name ), can you read the question for me please?

Student 1: (doesn’t hear the teacher and looks super focused in their game)

(Teacher starts walking towards their table)

Student 2: (tugging Student 1’s shirt repeatedly) She’s asking for you to read the question! Dude, stop playing these games and read the question!

Student 1: Ah shit! What’s the question?! (takes out textbook and starts flipping through book crazily with student 2 helping them)

Teacher: *walks by them and folds arms* Don’t mind me, read the question.

*Student 1 still looking for the question and then their phone goes off*

*Teacher takes out hand ready for Student 1 to give the phone to them*

Student: Oh hell no! You are not taking my phone away from me! (Takes phone into their hand standing up) I wasn’t even on my phone!

(Teacher snatches phone from student 1’s hand while they were distracted talking)

(Student 2 Cracking up in the background laughing)

Student 1: (dumbfounded) Wha-But-But they’re on twitter! How are you only paying attention to me?! *drops in the chair and crosses arms*

(Teacher ignores student 1 and proceeds with lesson by writing the problem on the board)

Student 2: Because I’m slick. If you wanna play that game, you better be sly and cautious about it.

Student 1: She really thinks she got me, doesn’t she? Well, she’s wrong! Because I’ve got my…..(searching in bag for something)

Student 1: (Takes out personal laptop and holds it in the air proudly) Laptop!

Student 2: You bring your laptop AND Chromebook to school?

Student 1: Only on days when I’m desperate.

(Teacher sees Student 1 and ignores them, once again)

Teacher 1: (sighs to themselves) Today is gonna be a long one.

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Oh, my dear lovely bed! Why are you so warm? Why are your pillows so deep?
When I’m trying so hard not to fall back asleep?
I need to get ready for practice and school
But I can’t leave you like this, not just yet
Not without a proper hug and a cuddle and an extra 5 minute rest
Before I have to sit up and stretch and step onto the floor
The coldest tiles in the morning sends the most unpleasant shiver down my back
That make me groan and slump my way to the door
But not just yet, I still have to wrap your sheets around my body again
Turn into a cocoon and momentarily convince myself that the rest of the world does not exist

The warmness of you has my eyes drooping again…
I become drowsier by the second at 5:30AM…
Okay, okay you have me convinced; I’ll stay in for a little more
I’ll set my alarm for another ten minutes
I’ll tangle myself within your sheets once more,
Drool a little more on your pillow,
Just for thirty minutes
Until the painful ringing of my alarm disrupts my short dreams
And I have to leave you for hours
Until I can see you again.

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All you need in life
Love, lattes, and free Wi-Fi
Ain’t that the truth girl

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Are you kidding me
Who the HELL threw that blue shell
I swear I’ll kill you

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I see you driving
Round town with the girl I love
And I’m like Haiku