"Yo what up my friends?" I asked as I plopped down on the wooden steps next to three of my friends.
"The sky?" One of them answered with a finger aimed upwards.
I deadpanned, "Really?! You and your realism!"
Tyla rolled her eyes, "What are you going to do about it?"
Without even having to think I replied, "Nothing," I pouted, "I'm too much of a wuss."
"Yep!" Paris agreed loudly.
"Thank you so much," I replied with heavy sarcasm lacing the words.
The blonde laughed and responded, "No problem," obviously not catching the sarcasm in there.
"That was sa-"
I was interrupted by Catherine who interjected with, "Minyow!" and began to meow randomly.
"Wenk!" So now the lunchbox decided to move around and be weird. It proceeded to climb all over my face and eventually sat on my shoulder.
"Seriously Kiwilinguinow?!" I asked looking at the mixed species lunchbox.
"Wenk!" was the only reply.
I groaned and swatted it away, "No. Don't touch me." I then slapped it repeatedly until it stopped trying to climb my face.
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