In My Mind

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(Hey, guys! This is the author.  Yep, ME.  No, not her! The other one!! No!! Me!! The one that made this account!! Not the one that joined later!! FINALLY!!

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You just got an invite from (b/f/n) to go to their birthday, even though they know you hate going out in public. Absolutely despise it.

But you'd do anything for them. You decide to send them a text.

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<(b/f/n)> Hey, (y/nn)                                                                                                         

<(b/f/n)> Wanna come 2 my house 4 my birthday party?!                                

<(y/n)> Sure. Whatever. How many people r coming?

<(b/f/n)> UHH....

<(b/f/n)> Most of the people in the schoooool..??

<(y/n)> Jesus, (b/f/n)! Y!?

<(b/f/n)> Boooo...

<(b/f/n)> It'd SUCK if you didn't come.... 😞

<(y/n) Ugh. I hate u. Fine. But only if I don't have to do anything.

<(b/f/n)> Yay!!

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Man, did they get on your nerves sometimes.

"Well, well, well," says a deep voice from behind you.

Oh yeah. You were in a GameStop. You still hated public, it's just this place was usually empty and quiet. And when there is other people, nobody bothers you.

You turn around, and glare at the person who was behind you. "Go away, Mason," you hiss. "Nobody needs you here."

He's your ex.  Nobody likes him. He's a bitch.  Anyways, he's wearing an orange beanie over his long black hair; a gray T-shirt, even though it's the middle of winter; and some teal sweatpants. Not the best at fashion, but then again, neither are you.

"You sure about that?" he whispers, inching closer.

You open your mouth, point to the back of your throat, and make a gagging sound.  He then backs up, and runs away.

You snicker. "I'm glad I know he's afraid of puke." Even though that wasn't what you were going for.  You were trying to say that he's gross. You shrug, and grab a horror game that you wanted to try. "Bendy and the Ink Machine, huh?" You laugh a bit, thinking it won't be that scary because it looks like it would be a kids' game.

You go up to the counter, and pass the game to the edgy-looking lady behind the counter. She's twenty-three.  One of the only good people in this hell.  You two have become pretty good friends, and she comes over to your house sometimes to play some horror games. "How's life?" you ask her.

"Eh," she replies, in her raspy voice. "It's terrible.  As usual." She smiles, showing off a few gold teeth, and stretching the holes that her lip piercings occupy.

She hands you the bag, and you take it as you put down a fifty dollar bill. "Keep the change," you say as you walk out of the store.

.~Uwa! Jenn's POV (The edgy lady.)~.

I watch them leave, and laugh a little bit.  Man, that person's a dork.  I love them.

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I hope they invite me over to play BATIM. I love that game....

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(Hey! I... don't really like making author's notes, but I'm still saying what I'm thinkin', right?!  I also don't hate it.  Anyways.  Sorry for making it supah short, I just don't really make long chapters....

And when I'm making books just for me, I don't really... make chapters.  When the other authors and I were making Happy School, there was no chapters, and it needed a lot of editing, so more work for me!   

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Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter! Even though probably only one person is reading and it'll never have over ten reads!)