"April, we're late for class."
My name is Taylor, and I attend high school as a freshman. Right now, my friend April O'Neil and I are in a bit of a situation: we're late for History class. Again. Our shoes squeaked against the tiled floor of the school hallway as we ran to Room 201. "April!" I whined. She waved her hand, catching her breath. " Chills out. We're already here."

Regaining her composure, she silently opened the door and slipped in. "Ah," Mr. Nebraska, our History teacher, sighed. "Ms. O'Neil and Ms. Johnson. Tardy-again. Please take your seats." As I sat down, April gave me a smug glance. " See? We're late, but he didn't chew us out. Everything is just fine."

By the end of the day, I was exhausted. My backpack weighed a thousand tons. The only thing that could possibly brighten my mood was hanging out with April. Speaking of which. "Sorry, Taylor." She said as her phone announced that she had just received a text. "I can't hang out with you today. I have, um... something to do... at, um, somewhere. Bye!"

Well, so much for brightening my mood today. This was starting to get old. April always ditched me to go somewhere she never thought was important enough to tell me. Well, not today. "Okay,' I muttered. "I'll also do the 'something at somewhere' too."

I followed her for five minutes until she came to a dark, abandoned alley. She paused in front of a manhole... and lifted the cover. 'WHAT?!' I thought. But if I wanted to find out her secret, I had to follow her into the sewer. I plugged my nose and went down the slimy, metal ladder.

After sneaking for about 15 minutes, we finally went into a large space. I stopped. The area didn't smell like a plugged toilet. It smelled like... pizza. Really confused now, I decided this was a good time to confront my so-called 'best friend'. "April!" She turned around, surprised. "Is this where you've been sneaking off to? The SEWER?! I can't believe-"

Four figures were looking at me from a 10-foot distance, coming from behind a curtain of beads, confused looks on their faces