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Hello! My name is Y/N L/N, and I'm starting my sophomore year. I'm scared, but my father always told me, "Go fight. If you hold back, you'll never know your limits." My father was a gr...
Hey guys! I'm sorry that Ipostedthis later than usual, butmy week has been hectic. I've been getting annoyed easily atschool for some reason, and towards pd.7 I start getting really tired and feel depressed for some reason. It happens to my mom as well, but, Ithink it runs in the family. Anyways, it is now the weekend! I will be postingevery nightif I can, but one of these days next week I'm going to try and postearlier so Ican go to sleep at 9pm instead of 12am, but that's w5hen I usually write these. I'llsee ifIcan post more than 2 chapters this weekend, and maybe post 2 chapters a day, and on Thursday and Friday, I'll have a half day at school, and try and post a chapter on Thursday, then work on half of the next one, and on Friday, finish that chapter and post another. Also, the Monday after this Fridaywill be my birthday, so I'lleither post a birthday chapter, or take the day off and have Y/N's birthdayduringanother time. So, if Idon't post achapter one day or a chapter is late, you now know why. Thank you guys for understanding! Love ya guys! -Wolfy
F/F= Favorite Flavor
"What did they say, or do to you?" Alex said coldy.
Y/N was stunned. Alex has never acted this way. You stared into his eyes for a minute, everyone at the table was looking at this scene going down at their table, until you finally spoke. "W-what's so bad about it? They were nice. Well, one of them were nice. The one guy was a bitch, but the other 2 guys I didn't talk to." Alex got even more angry hearing you say that. "WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT IT? THEY'RE COMPLETE ASSHOLES! NEVER SPEAK TO THEM!" you started tearing up. Alex was so nice, but he's turning into a monster like your "dad". Washington quickly stood up and grabbed Alex. He dragged him over to a corner and started yelling at him. You were curled up in a ball on your chair, crying. John stood up and hugged you, rubbing your back and petting your hair. You calmed down, and everyone went to get ice cream while Washington yelled at Alex. Thomas walked over and handed you F/F ice cream. You thanked him, and he also apologized for barging into the dressing room while you were changing. You said it was ok. You sat down with everyone else, and you all ate your ice cream. Alex and Washington walked over, which made you panic. You quickly stood up and started walking away. Lafayette stood up and started following you. You both walked together for a while and eventually decided to go into F.Y.E. You spent the remainder of your money on candy, snacks, and forgien treats. It was about 15 minutes until you had to be back at the car where Washington wanted you all to meet, so you and Laf walked back and waited there. You put your bags in the trunk, and you waited. You got out a box of pocky and started munching on the chocolate covered biscuit stick. Lafayette just stared at you while you were eating the treat, until you noticed him staring. You looked at him. " Do you want one?" You said as you were about to eat another one. He nodded, and you put the one you were eating in your mouth and got another one out of the box. You held it up to him, when he suddenly grabbed your waist, pulled you closer to him, and bit a piece off the one you were holding in your mouth. Your eyes widened, and you stood there unsure of what to do. He looked at you and smirked. "They didn't have pah-key in France." You nervously laughed a little at his strange mispronunciation, and pulled away from him. You just stared at the ground until everyone else arrived. You all got in the car and drove away to the next store. You all sang the 21 chump street soundtrack a few more times, and you arrived at your next stop.
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Pocky, for anyone who doesn't know what it is.
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