I'm so fucking bored. I found out this is a double lesson as well, like holy shit shoot me in the head and bury me six feet under. It's been about 15 minutes and I already want to jump into a grave and stay there until I die for real. I'm not going to lie I really need to go to the fucking shop later, I need a fidget cube. I left my other one in England and now I'm bored out of my fucking mind.

I can tap the table but that annoys people. Never mind, I'll tap the table. I don't really know any rhythms either so it's just tapping. "Karl." I whine dragging out the l. "Yeah?" "I'm bored." I moan tapping the table with both hands. "So am I. This teacher is so boring. Kind, but boring." He put his head in his hand and propped it up with his elbow. I continued to tap my fingers not paying attention to Mrs Puffy or anyone. "George! Pay attention!" This curly white haired sheep looking bitch! "No." She stopped teaching. Of course she stopped fucking teaching.

"You know, my son never acts like you." Great, 20 minutes and she's already brung the fucking son into it. "You've said, many times. In England and now here and I'll tell you again. I don't give a shit. Your son is probably a stuck up bastard that has a fit every time their mommy dearest doesn't allow him to buy the new chess set that comes out." Everyone started laughing except Dream and Mrs Puffy.

"Who is this son you're always talking about anyway?" I ask, "That's my business now isn't it?" She said raising an eyebrow. "It is, but then you feel the need to be invested in my life so much to the point you moved to America." This is much better than practising for a shitty test I'll tell you that. "Moved back to America George. I used to live here until my son went to private school, then I moved to England." Ew, she's American. Way to make it worse. "Didn't ask. Anyway carry on with the lesson I'm not interested in talking about your son anymore." She just shrugs and goes back to teaching the lesson.

—time skip because I can 💃—

"Can we all agree parents suck." I flopped back on to my bed on top of Karl who coughed since I probably winded him when I fell. "I'll vouch that! The assholes sent me away because I almost burnt down the house a few times! 15 isn't that much mom!" Sapnap yelled the last bit, I laughed. "Karl, what about you?" I asked tapping the boy that I'm laying on. "They suck. Sent me away for have two boyfriends, and for getting the cops called to our mansion for getting a bunch of minors drunk at a party but we're not going to talk about that." "Karl a bad boy?" I giggle, "That's hot." Of course Sapnap thinks that's hot.

"Quackity? Do you think parents suck?" I ask throwing a chocolate wrapper at him that I found in my pocket. "Hell yeah. They took my drugs and then sent me here!" What's with him and drugs? Oh well. "Dream? Opinions on parents?" I ask looking up at the blond who was sat on his phone. "I um- they're okay?" I rolled my eyes. "What? Why are you here then?" He placed his phone down and looked around the room. "I used to um- steal from stores and then I then got the cops called me for underaged drinking, stealing, vandalism and I used to fight people but like really fuck them up, you know? After awhile my mom got fed up and sent me here, then she moved to En- she um- moved to I don't know where. It also didn't help that my dad was homophobic but you know." He gave an awkward chuckle and changed the subject. "So anyone want to watch cartoons?" He asked.

"Nope! Anyway Sapnap, tell me more about your fires." I got up from sitting on Karl and sat up against the wall. Sapnap's eyes lit up and he sat up against the wall aswell.

"Okay, so basically when I was 11 my parents used to smoke so when they would light their cigarettes with the lighters and then leave the lighters on the side to go out side, so I used to grab some toilet role or paper and light it on fire just because I could, you know. I'd cover the smell up by opening windows and spraying sprays to the point where they could suffocate you. That soon moved to me just lighting papers on fire, just for the fun of it I guess. That was when they started getting concerned, I'd start light school papers and letters on fire so they'd told the school I'd have to do it online, the assholes, they also put a box on the letter box so only they could open it with some key they hid. Then I started stealing their lighters to go out and start bonfires or some shit, I set a dumpster on fire once. So they locked the lighters away, they took everything that could start a fire and locked it in a safe that they then hid away and locked wherever it was, they also had to put this thing on the stove so that only they could use it. After some time they got fed up of having to hide everything and sent me away." He had a proud smirk on his face as he put his arms behind his head as a headrest.

"I feel like I didn't do enough to my parents now. Anyway, Dream. Explain." I pointed at Dream and then laid back on the wall.

"Okay? So basically I started being a bitch to my mom, not listening, yelling at her you know all the teenage things. I'd get pissed off at her and got to the store obviously I didn't take any money so if I stole it. It started with just snacks and energy drinks, then turned to bigger and more expensive things like I'd go into the changing rooms and put clothes on and pretend I already had them, I'd also take stuff like rings and earrings. I started going to parties when I was around 15 maybe? Got drunk hooked up with a girl and left, I'd go home argue with my mom again then leave to go to another party. I got so drunk once that I went out and spray painted a bridge with my old friend Punz, we got caught and had to run from the cops though. I'd also get into loads of school fights or just fights at parties, I remember one time I put a kid in hospital because he called me a slur. God I beat that bitch. I'd break noses, give black eyes, split lips all sorts. It got to the point where they even made me sit in a classroom on my own at lunch and break because I got in so many fights. They also made me apologise and promise not to do it again to this random person. Don't ask why. I obviously did it again so they kicked me out, mom get fed up with my bullshit and sent me here to 'put me back to normal' as she put it. Hasn't worked yet but she thinks it has."

"Wh- rings? Earrings? Holy fuck that's hot! Why haven't I seen these?" He wheezed and got up from his bed, he got on his knees and pulled a box out from under his bed. He opened it and pulled out, something. I can't see so I don't fucking know. He slid the box back under and turned around, "Black or silver?" He asked. "Black." No questions asked. He shrugged and put his hand up to his ear, he played with it for a moment before moving his hand.

"Shit that's hot." He had a black stud earring in his left ear and a black ring on his thumb and ring finger on his right hand and another thin ring on his pinky finger on his left hand. "Imma need you to wear those more often." I wink, teasing him. He blushed and sat back down on his bed. "George, we're not in school anymore. Pull your skirt down you slag." Sapnap teased throwing a pillow at me, "I know you like it, I'm your slag after all." I winked and pulled it down, he winked and laughed I joined him and we laughed while Karl, Quackity and Dream just watched.

"Parents are so shit, honestly like why can't they just let us do what we want. They're just old, crusty and wrin-" phone call, woohoo. Who from? Oh. "Oh shit. Um- you guys want to get the funeral home on the line?" I chuckle awkwardly looking down at my phone. Shit. Shit. Shit!

Oh fuck what do I press?

Accept?