Superstition (1) ♥ 𝕭𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝕯𝖊𝖓𝖇𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 ♥

Last Day Of School

ELIZABETH'S P.O.V.

I stand patiently at my teacher's desk. My foot constantly shaking. My teacher hands me the test that I completed yesterday.  I quickly look at my grade...C+. My heart drops and I bend my head down too ashamed to look her in her eyes.

"I expect more from you Elizabeth. Last year you did so much better." The teacher says.

"I-I-I-I know...Is t-t-t-there anything I can do to b-b-b-boost it up?" I questions.

"No, next year I want you to actually try," Mrs.Porter says handing me back my paper.

I walk back to my desk next to Bill. 

"Y-y-y-you okay?" He asks.

"Y-y-y-yeah." I smile. 

"What d-d-did you get?" I question.

He hands me his exam...A+...

"W-w-w-what about you?" Bill asks.

"Same..." I lie quickly handing back his paper.

Suddenly the bell rings and I stuff my exam, pencil, and rubber into my bag. I rush to catch up with Eddie, Bill, and Richie. We all walk through the crowded hall. 

"And Stan has to take this super jewie test," Eddie says.

"But how does it work?" Bill asks.

"They slice a tip of his dick off..." Eddie states.

"Then he'd have nothing left!" Richie exclaimed as I rolled my eyes. Stan pushes his way through Eddie and Richie.

"Hey, guys, wait up," Stan yells to get our attention. 

"Hey, Stan, what happens at the bar mitzvah anyway?" Bill asks.

"At the bar mitzvah, I read from the Torah and then I make a speech and suddenly I'm a man," Stan explains.

"I liked the slicing off a piece of the d-d-d-dick of one better," I state. 

We walk by Henry and his gang and we all go silent. A chill ran up my spine. Henry always has given me the creeps. Luckily he didn't anything yet.

"Do you think he'll sign my yearbook? "Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot steamy dump in your backpack last month," Richie says.

We rushed outside to the trash cans. Dumping our belonging into them.

"Best feeling ever," Stan sighs.

"Try tickling your pickle for the first time," Richie says to Stan.

"Like he even has one." I scoff.

Stanley glares at me.

"Just kidding, Stan," I hold my hands up in surrender. 

"Hey, what do you want to do tomorrow?" Eddie asks.

"I'm going to start my training," Richie announced.