Miley headed off to school the next day, wearing sunglasses and a hoodie with the hood on even though it was 91 degrees outside, partly cloudy, with a slight chance of rain.
Halfway there, he met Oliver with his puffy eyes and red nose, and his backpack was overflowing with used tissues.
"Oliver, I still can't believe Lilly told on me."
Oliver sneezed.
"I mean, now I have to take the blame for myself..."
Oliver sneezed.
"...being the perfect daughter, and having a perfect voice, matching my perfect skin." Miley entered her dreamy mode and touched her perfect skin at the thought of it.
Oliver sneezed.
"I might not be able to go to public school if everyone finds out!"
Oliver snee- ok this is getting old.
"You know what, I should just go talk to Lilly about it."
Oliver sneezed. (Eheh, last one, I promise)
"Thanks for listening Oliver, you're a great friend."
Oliver had on his "huh?" look.
Miley sped toward the school before Oliver could tell her that Lilly wasn't coming to school today, afraid that she might lose her best friend.
He dragged himself to the last block before getting to school. When he got there, he found the nearest empty trash can and dumped all the contents of his backpack in it, which was his used tissues and a broken pencil. Overflowing the once-empty trash can, he stumbled to his locker, forgetting all his books at home. Once he got to his locker, Oliver forgot his combination and started banging his head on the metal lockers (sound familiar to anything?)...
BANG
BANG
BANG
crack
Don't worry, it was the locker, not his head.
...When did this turn into Oliver's story? Anyways, MOVING ON...
Miley stopped by her locker to put away her books, then rushed to Lilly's lockers with purple flowers on it, and waited for her to come strolling along on her skateboard.
Dinggggggg
(AKA first period bell, not phone)
Miley wondered where she could be, Lilly hasn't missed a day of school ever since her fever in third grade. The only other time she missed school was when she catched a cold from holding Oliver's hand in kindergarden that she claimed was for his crayons because he had the 64 pack with the sharpener...coughcough.
Miley sighed. She gave up and trudged her way to biology class.
While Miley was daydreaming in biology, Oliver wasn't doing very good in history, either.
As for the pizza...ummm...I guess it's still in the microwave, turning on its plate...melting...melting...melting...