The Blue To My Yellow

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Sal's POV

It was a regular day, walking with Larry and the rest of the friend group to school. We were chatting about yesterday's discovery and vowing to never eat Bologna again, well except from Chug and Maple of course.

"Dude, I had to wash my mouth after that. I couldn't stand the taste of vomit," Larry exclaimed while stretching. I laughed in response trying not to loose all of my breath.

We walked through the doors and soon the sound of people chatting is the only thing I could hear. Finally, we reached the lockers opening them and getting ready for class.

I looked back and saw a flash of yellow and purple, to only realise it was Travis Phelps. I closed my locker and headed for class with Larry, trying not to look in Travis's direction

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