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A paper in front of me had multiple tiles on it. The boy across from it, Coiny, seems to have a very confused and shocked expression on his face. The tiles seemed to be displaying tic tac toe. Apparently he was X, I was O. He won, now everyone’s suspecting my identity.
“What do you mean she lost before seventy-two games?” Pin said quietly, looking over the paper. I sat next to her for most of the time so it wasn't much of a bother. Teardrop, who was on the other side of me, started drawing another group of unfinished tiles.
I assume it’s because she wanted to see if I'd lose that one as well. “Wait really!?” Someone yelled. Great, now people are going to start crowding me. I don’t really like crowds all that much and I especially don’t like how they stare with ‘concern’ as you start crying in fear. Sometimes they don’t even care, sometimes they mock and degrade you for fun.
Pin tapped me on the shoulder. I didn’t actually know I was zoning out. She told me about how during my time zoning out she and the rest of Team8s (and a few other people who I’m friends with) were talking about one of the episodes of the previous season and how it reminded them of what is happening currently…and that Gaty wanted to ask me a question. So in a confused yet stern voice she asked: “Leafy, so sorry to ask but what did you do during the twelfth episode?”
It’s really interesting why she asked that question because I don’t know which episode twelve she is talking about. The only other thing she has been in besides TPOT was BFB, the first half that is.
I still replied anyway with a numb sounding “What?” I could feel my own sweat and the feeling of my spit being swallowed as I started to figure out what was going to be said. She sighed. I replicated it.
“The twelfth episode of BFB?” She said, “I know you were in other seasons but—”
Okay I actually don’t really remember what I did during then. I think I accused someone— actually I accused a lot of people of things back then. Anyway I guessed someone— I should actually be…telling her this. “—And I understand if you don’t want to talk about it and, my team had a pretty hard time during the contest as..well” she stopped speaking. We stared eye to eye.
A faint scream plays in my head. “…Are you okay?” She asks.
The screaming became louder. The fear and embarrassment I felt in my tears. The rising anger was steaming.
The screaming. Is this on purpose?
Screaming. Stop.
Screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. Screaming. I. Screaming. Can’t. Screaming. Take. Screaming. It . Screaming. Anymore! Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.
People stared at me in confusion. Yes, I did hold ten napkins on my dress but it was because a spider spawned on my dress and then I tripped while running, killing the spider. I managed to get to a counter with drinks and stuff, including water.
I grab one of the cups and fill it with a slight bit of water. I tilt the cup so it falls on the light splatter made. A slug causally crawled in front of me. It glowed blue. I crushed it with the cup I used. A shoulder was brushed against my head. I turned around to face them.
Oh, Pencil. She looks so pretty as in 2000’s model pretty. But oh how much she sucks. “Hey leafy.” She said, “I missed you ever since you rejoined. Congrats on the fourth place by the way!” She rolled her eyes with a smirk. Match stood next to her and then nudged Pencil’s shoulder with her elbow. “So about the like little packet you had?” She asked. “Oh yeah, I got it online.” Pencil replied. “I think it’s from europe or something ” do I have to hear these two’s conversations? I feel calmer now, I’m going back.
I sat back down at the table that a few friends and I were at. Less people were there now, only there being Pin, Coiny, Firey, Needle, and I. “Oh my metal, are you okay?” Needle said. I could only reply with a nod.
“I’m really sorry for overwhelming you with text messages!” she pleaded. I sat there not being able to listen. I turned my head to a table behind us, three people were sitting there. Two were talking and one of those two looked oddly familiar. Well, they both did. One was someone I talked to sometimes and the other was…
A moth sat in front of them. I swatted at it. My eyes went dark.