9 made fun of your friends
"Jack, my friends are AWESOME," I huffed at the fat man in the orange jumpsuit, who was pouting.
"Not if they don't believe in ghosts," he said stubbornly. I rubbed my temples.
"Well it's not like they've ever seen a ghost," I tried convincing him. Jack frowned even deeper, grabbing some fudge and stuffing it in his mouth.
"But ghosts are real," he whined. "And if your friends don't believe in them then they are just frootloops."
I rolled my eyes. "Jack, just go." He huffed a bit before grabbing his fudge and leaving. I shook my head as I watched him leave. Yep, these things were getting weirder alright…
(A/N: Award for shortest chapter ever goes to...)
