Chapter 9: The Prom (part 2)
Rachel came to grab two cupcakes for her and Gar when Kori rushed by grabbing about twelve cups of fruit punch. Then, Rachel looked at the fruit punch bowl. It was completely empty. Not a single drop was left. "She must've loved the fruit punch they made," Rachel muttered. After that, she left to see Gar.
With Karen and Victor:
"My mom wouldn't let me get a phone until my birthday in two weeks! Like that's crazy, right?" Karen asked Victor. "Most people get their own phone around ten years old! How old am I? Oh yah, I'm turning 16 in two weeks. She is too overprotective on 'you're too young to have a phone' policy!"
"You're right," Vic agreed. "I had a phone since 4th grade. I played Minecraft on it if I had the time! That was amazing! I still play it…"
"Minecraft sucks! I hate it! I hate it because my dad plays on it and it's annoying! It always gives me a headache!"
With Kori and Dick: (Kori's POV)
I had forty-eight servings of fruit punch today, and I threw up in the toilet five times tonight. I told Dick that I didn't feel well, so as a kind boyfriend, he took me home on his motorcycle, and I told him everything. He was surprised to see me in this condition, but it's horrible! He said that he thinks I'm pregnant at 16 years old. Like, I'm SUPER young! I texted Rachel that I didn't feel well, so she told me that she's sorry that she wasn't there for me. Then, she said that she hoped that I will feel better soon. She also said that that was evil of me, because they were in the middle of making-out. I feel sorry for disturbing her…
Rachel's POV:
I got a text from Kori saying that she didn't feel very good, but right in the middle of making-out with Gar! That was not polite. Then again, I feel sorry that I wasn't with her the whole time. I was not a very good friend to her. I repented in my mind that she would feel better. That probably won't happen until nine months…
"Rachel… you lost in your mind over there?" Gar asked while waving his hand in my face. "Is Kori pregnant?" I looked at him. He was holding my phone. I glared at him for stealing my phone.
"Yes she is, and are you really going to steal my phone without permission?" Gar blushed at the fact of I knew that he stole my phone. Karen doesn't have a phone. She always uses her computer to type up her emails. Sometimes, she has a way to come into our texting zone. She's a technical master.
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-TheDemonAndTheBeast