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A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Coin- Hair! Yeah! Do you know what I'm talking about? 'You don't know me'? What the hell is that? I hope I never actually hear that.
(Friday)
—Spot's PoV—
My mom had to leave early for work this morning and I didn't feel like walking or taking the crowded, smelly bus to school, so I called Racetrack for a ride.
"Hullo?"
"Hi Race, it's Spot."
"Oh, hi, yeah?"
"Do you think you could give me a ride to school?"
"Sure."
Happily, I sensed no hesitation in his answer. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he said after I gave him my address.
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I was waiting on the rainy sidewalk when Racetrack's car pulled around the corner. In the front seat was his friend with the eyebrow rings and in the back was a boy and a girl dressed in all black and band t-shirts.
I opened the back door and slid in. "Thanks Race."
"NO problem. This is Bumlets, Itey and Mountie," he told me, "and this is Spot," he told everyone else.
"Hi Spot!" exclaimed Mountie. "Do you like corn?"
This seemed like a very odd question, but I answered anyways. "Sure, I like corn. Gut not creamed, it tastes weird."
Mountie laughed and pointed to her shirt, which read 'Korn'. "I mean Korn, as in the band."
"Who?" I looked to Racetrack for explanation.
"Hey, don't look at me. I don't know who Korn is either. One of Mountie and Itey's similarities." Race turned in the drivers seat to face me.
"Uh, what kind of music do they play?" I asked.
But before anyone could answer Bumlets shouted, "Dammit Race! Look where you're going!"
Racetrack swerved back into the correct lane, narrowly missing a passing car.
"Race! What are you doing?" Bumlets sat up.
Next to me Itey and Mountie had tumbled into the car door. Itey looked happily sandwiched between Mountie and the window.
"I don't know! I'm really sorry! Is everyone OK?" He attempted to turn and look at the back, but Bumlets grabbed his shoulders and faced him towards the front of the car.
"Just face the road. Everybody's OK." Bumlets shot Racetrack a look that clearly read 'what the hell are you doing?'
We reached the school, Racetrack parked, and everyone piled out of the car.
"See you later?" I asked Race. "Nice to meet you all." I waved and headed for the school.
"What's wrong with you anyways Race? Is Spot too distracting to drive with or something?" I heard Bumlets hiss as I walked away.
I ignored it, just a few words between friends, after all.
A/n: I promised sweet and I hope I delivered. Tell me if I did! What do you think? Review!!!
A/n—at the beginning of each chapter it says what day of the week it is. If it says 'Still ' that means the day of the week is the same as the day before it. (duh?) If it doesn't say 'Still' before it that means it is a new day. Please R&R!
Shoutouts:
Coin- Hair! Yeah! Do you know what I'm talking about? 'You don't know me'? What the hell is that? I hope I never actually hear that.
(Friday)
—Spot's PoV—
My mom had to leave early for work this morning and I didn't feel like walking or taking the crowded, smelly bus to school, so I called Racetrack for a ride.
"Hullo?"
"Hi Race, it's Spot."
"Oh, hi, yeah?"
"Do you think you could give me a ride to school?"
"Sure."
Happily, I sensed no hesitation in his answer. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes," he said after I gave him my address.
=========================
I was waiting on the rainy sidewalk when Racetrack's car pulled around the corner. In the front seat was his friend with the eyebrow rings and in the back was a boy and a girl dressed in all black and band t-shirts.
I opened the back door and slid in. "Thanks Race."
"NO problem. This is Bumlets, Itey and Mountie," he told me, "and this is Spot," he told everyone else.
"Hi Spot!" exclaimed Mountie. "Do you like corn?"
This seemed like a very odd question, but I answered anyways. "Sure, I like corn. Gut not creamed, it tastes weird."
Mountie laughed and pointed to her shirt, which read 'Korn'. "I mean Korn, as in the band."
"Who?" I looked to Racetrack for explanation.
"Hey, don't look at me. I don't know who Korn is either. One of Mountie and Itey's similarities." Race turned in the drivers seat to face me.
"Uh, what kind of music do they play?" I asked.
But before anyone could answer Bumlets shouted, "Dammit Race! Look where you're going!"
Racetrack swerved back into the correct lane, narrowly missing a passing car.
"Race! What are you doing?" Bumlets sat up.
Next to me Itey and Mountie had tumbled into the car door. Itey looked happily sandwiched between Mountie and the window.
"I don't know! I'm really sorry! Is everyone OK?" He attempted to turn and look at the back, but Bumlets grabbed his shoulders and faced him towards the front of the car.
"Just face the road. Everybody's OK." Bumlets shot Racetrack a look that clearly read 'what the hell are you doing?'
We reached the school, Racetrack parked, and everyone piled out of the car.
"See you later?" I asked Race. "Nice to meet you all." I waved and headed for the school.
"What's wrong with you anyways Race? Is Spot too distracting to drive with or something?" I heard Bumlets hiss as I walked away.
I ignored it, just a few words between friends, after all.
A/n: I promised sweet and I hope I delivered. Tell me if I did! What do you think? Review!!!