"Oh, boy. An exam. How wonderful."
My sarcastic tone got me slapped on the arm by my Math teacher. "You can go to my desk for that smart comment, Mr. Fazbear."
I wasn't the class's favorite student. I usually got into fights at school and started food riots. The only people who understood me were my three best friends.
Chicago, Phoenix, and Bonnie looked at me from across the room in worry. I smiled and got to my test, circling things at random.
At 3, we all met by a large oak in the courtyard. Being that I was the only one who had a parent, my group followed me to where my dad worked.
Once we got to the pizzeria, I heard hollering. "Yup, he's home," I said. We went in through the back door and hung out on the stage where new additions were gonna be added.
Phoenix, or Foxy, jogged around the tables for awhile, while Chicago, aka Chicago, and Bonnie braided each other's hair.
I sat there, playing my music and humming along. "Hey, kid," a man in black whispered to me. I took out my ear buds. "Huh?"