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"...I made this story, for someone to realize... that a friendship like ours... is not something you can just throw away..."
"I'm not sure about this-"
"That senior sure did look suspicious"
"Why is it so dark?"
"The door is stuck!"
We were locked in a broom closet. It involved a nasty fourth year, first-day-of-high-school nerves and jumbled timetables.
-Don't ask-
"You're on my foot!"
"Don't shove me- hey!"
"Damn aliens all of you."
Yeah, Shirou did have a lot of damns in his sentences, even back then.
"I think I found a switch-"
A gloomy bulb flickered on, washing the stuffy little closet with pale yellow light.
We all sighed.
There were seven of us.
"I'm never trusting a senior again."
Race.
"If I see him again, I'm going to stuff his face."
Nagumo.
"Damn aliens."
Shirou.
"All we need now is spooky back grounds music"
Ever optimistic, Semi.
"Geez Semi."
Zoha.
"Is that a rat?"
Hiroto.
"Holy crap"
And me, Kara.
"Hiroto Kiyama that is not funny!" I shouted as everyone doubled up with laughter.
"O-M-G there is a rat here!" Race screamed suddenly.
Well, let's just say that we had to pay for a broken closet door.
And that the senior did get his face stuffed.
And that a certain rat had the time of his life watching seven teens do more with a doorknob than ids humanly possible.
And that this was the start to a friendship that would last a lifetime.
A/N: This is a story (mostly) based on true events of what has happened. writing and grammar suggestions are welcome, but I'm not listening to anything about the plot or characters. thanks for Reading!
XOXO,
Kara.