The school bell rang, you swiftly grab your backpack and head down the hall outside. You took in a breath and sighed, freedom.
     You walked down to the 'drop-off spot' where your parents would pick you up. You were excited, you had ordered a costume the week before and it was supposed to come in today. Why would you need a costume? Well, because the time of year has come that you were going to go trick or treating this year, even though you're in Seventh Grade- yes, some may say it's childish and immature; in your opinion, who doesn't want free candy? And you couldn't wait to check the porch for the box with your name- wait, it's not your name. It's your mother's name, you bought it on eBay with her account.
      "Are you going to George's party?" a familiar face, Angelica, asked you, waking your mind up from your thoughts.
     "I never received an invitation," you replied, not that you cared. George Eaker's party was probably going to consist of watching a show, maybe dance for a little. Typical.
     "Aw, I heard that the whole 'crazy-gang' is going, I was gonna go with my sisters," replied Angelica.
     You shrugged, "Have fun dealing with those crazy boys."
     Angelica laughed, "Yeah, that will be fun," she stated sarcastically.
     Angelica's phone rang, "Oh, sorry. I have to take this." She put her phone to her ear and a hand to the other, walking off. "Yes, daddy.... I know...."
     You were about to pull out your phone until Ms. Wondoler came up to you, "Sorry, your parents aren't coming. They told you to take the bus home."
     You nodded saying a quiet, "Thanks." As headed towards the bus.
     "I didn't know you took the bus," a voice ahead of you said, turning his head to you.
     "I don't," you replied gingerly.
     "No need to say it so angri-Lee," Henry huffed, crossing his arms.
     You shake your head and were about to put on your headphones until you heard loud niandrophal-like footsteps approaching from the other direction. You turn your head and see La baguette, Hercules, John, and Alexander coming your way. Aaron rolled his eyes and continued studying from his history book.
     You hoped that they won't choose the seat- you hear them file in- behind you. You sigh and look down at your phone, finally having the chance to play music into your ears, which wasn't allowed during school hours. You felt hands slip the headphones off of your ears and onto their own, you turn around to catch Hercules in the act. You saw his face scrunch up as he handed the headphones back to you.
     "What type of music do you listen to?" Hercules asked. "My ears are ringing...."
     You laughed, "It's Linkin Park."
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Okay, guys.
This is what happens when I'm working on creative writing in English and am Hamiltrash.

Sooooooo... yeah.