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You couldn't help but laugh, this years party is a hit! Your cheeks are already hurting from the Hungergames you were in currently. You were surprisingly doing well for once, not finding crate after crate of shit you didn't need at the given time. You had your skirmishes with Sky, Bashur, Jerome, and Bajan, and each you had to laugh at the situation. Sky and Bashur were fighting, and the rest insued like this, "WHAT THE BALLS, MAN?!" Bashur kept swinging at Sky with a 'Butter' sword, but Sky was running around, somehow not getting hit. "YOU'RE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS, COME BACK AND FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN." "YOU RAN TO ME SCREAMING, AND I'M NOT

You were never one to like parties, you loved being with friends, just not parties. But it was an annual Youtuber party with pretty much all your friends. You were inclined to go, especially it was your best guy friend who invited you, who you also couldn't say no to. 'The friend? Joshua Ovenshire, also known as Jovenshire, Joven and the biggest crush you have.... ' You recapped in your mind as you were pulling on some Winter gear, which included your favorite knit cap, a puffy Winter jacket, black skinny jeans, and under all that a deep, (F/C) long sleeved shirt that you can easily roll the sleeves up if you wanted. After checking a mental

The next day, (Name) sat at a picnic table on the playground, observing the other kids as they played. She was still nervous from the day before. Though she had never really attempted to make friends in the past, she had a hidden hope that she could make at least one here. That freckled boy from yesterday would probably be a good start... Her thoughts were interrupted by three shadows being cast over the picnic table. (Name) looked up to see two boys and a girl that she vaguely recognized from her class. She blinked in slight surprise at their appearance. "Hey, is everything alright?" One of the boys asked. "...I'm fine..." (Name) said sl

Intro …Germany. It was startlingly late at night when your eyelids shot open, your vision temporarily blurred from grogginess as your phone’s ringtone blared from your nightstand. Propping yourself up into a sitting position with a groan, you rubbed your eyes. “Really?” you croaked, irritation evident in your words as you reached out for the device. “Why is someone calling at this ungodly hour?” Attempting to glance at the caller ID to see who was calling, you squeaked once your eyes were met with the bright screen of your phone, instantly causing you to reel back and wait until your eyes adjusted to t