Lopehole

Introduction

You're probably wondering why you're reading this or what the heck it's about, or why did you friend just send this to you with #relatable or #us. Well, I don't know, ask your friend. And while you're at it, tell them to stop using hashtags in all their texts. I mean, if they sent this to you. If not, then you're probably confused and I'll just shut up and get back to the reason that I'm writing this.

I'm Luci Diablos, and I'm about to tell you about some freaking crazy shit. So sit back, buckle in, and make me a damn bowl of popcorn. First, I should explain things. This part is in the point of view of me, Luci Diablos. When the text is written like this, it's in the point of view of Mary. When the text is like this, it's in the point of view of Angel, who you'll get to meet later. Before we get to the actual story, I'm going to give you a short introduction to me and my two best friends.

I'm Luci. Somewhere along the lines of our friendship, I earned myself the nickname of Satan, and I am very protective of my name. Nobody else is Satan. I am Satan. Not according to Harris or that other crazy dude from Facebook. Shhh, they don't know who those people are! Anyway, I guess my nickname strange since I'm the most innocent one in our little group. I love to prank and somehow, Mary and Angel don't judge me too harshly not that you know of for doing things like convincing half my seventh-grade class that I was a demigod daughter of Hermes from Camp Half-Blood. (Thank you, Rick Riordan who the fuck is that? for the idea. You troll. ANd watch your language, Mary.) I'm also the nerd of our group. I'm the only person to actually reach the library's check-out limit This is why I walk away when you are carrying like 15 books in your arms and trying to check them all out or I try to put some of them back. (I'm actually the person who discovered there even even was a limit) and I spend my free time writing. As you can tell, I embarrass Mary every time she's in the library with me. One time I dropped a pile of books in the middle of the library and she literally turned on her heel and walked in the other direction and didn't come back until after I had checked out. Rude, am I right?

Usually, you'll find Mary with paint on her arms and pant legs. And I regret life when I realize that it's oil based paint and it won't come off. She wears wedged boots or heels almost everyday (although she has one pair of rip-off converse). She'll tell you otherwise, but she really is a damn beautiful person. Sure... She's an amazing artist not an artist not amazing but rarely shows her work and when she does, I feel like it's Christmas. I hate Christmas so do you hate my work? Marylin Ashlin Kaityn, shut up and accept the compliment. I don't wanna. I don't care, go away. This is what you get for sharing a document with me. I have control over everything. I am going to start correcting your grammar. You are gonna do that if I don't leave too. So I might as well stay. Anyway, she's had a rough life that she really doesn't fridging deserve. It makes me mad to think of all the horrible things that have happened to her because she really doesn't deserve any of it. She's got OCD and dyslexia and PTSD and a few other things that we might get to later. She met Angel before I did and was mostly the reason we all got to know each other, so I guess I've got her to thank for that. Is that all you can think of to thank me for. I feel so loved. But I can't think of any other reason for you to thank me so I can't blame you. I have more reasons but this is an introduction, not a thank you letter. Why not!

Last, we've got Angel. Angel was born in Russia and moved here to America before she was 2. One year and three months. She still has a Russian accent that she doesn't believe exists. but trust me, make sure to leave all previous stereotypes of Russians at the door when you meet this lovely lady. True. Well, I say lady, but she's more of a child I'm a full grown adult. Immature and full of life and childish wonders, and helped us all find our inner child. Okay that sounded meaningful but it wasn't supposed to be she made the entire freshman class act like fucking kindergarteners. Angel never ceases to amaze me. Despite this, Angel is kind of a professional girlfriend. She spends most of her time with her boyfriend Pete. Pete's a shy guy but he's not my best friend so let's get back to Angel and talk about Pete later. Angel is a little ditzy and oblivious, which I will prove to you later. Like when she was getting asked to homecoming. Exactly. But we still love her! Yup. No matter how clueless she seems, she's actually really smart. People don't notice she's intelligent She's smart!! No I'm not!!! There she is! Anyways, Angel is the baby of our group. Yes she is. You touch Angel and you're in for a serious takedown by Mary and me. Except I can't hurt anything so I'll let Luci hurt you and I'll stand by and videotape you dying. That works with me.

So now you've got a short introduction. I could rant for hours about Angel and Mary anyone would get bored of us by then but I doubt you'd like to read all that. I wouldn't and it's me getting complimented or insulted. But coming from you it's the same thing. Rude. Instead, go ahead and continue on to the actual story if you are bored or actually interested. And remember this is Mary, THIS IS ME!! I have a special writing I feel so special. This is Angel, and this is me, Luci. Have fun! And good luck. It will be needed.