Our Life In High School

== Chapter 1 - The First Day ==
“ENOUGH!” the principal shouted. “MY OFFICE. NOW!” he yelled. 
Okay, hold on. Let me rewind a little. Actually, maybe a lot. So what happened was it was my first day of high school. It was a boarding school, which I hated. But mostly because I’d have to leave my dads. 
“We’ll miss you, Olive!” Father called out. 
“Make sure to eat the lunch we packed you!” Dad yelled. 
“Of course! I love you guys so much!” I said, hugging them. They were dropping me off at school. After we said bye I went inside the school. 
It was huge. Hundreds of students were crowding the hallways. I was getting a ton of looks. Probably because of my hair. My hair was just a boring old brown so I dyed it. I dyed most of it sea foam green and a long streak red. Also, I had purple eye contacts in, to look cool. I took them out later that day and I never really wore them again, back to the story though. I took out the directions from my pocket for orientation. 
“Left, right, forward, 2 lefts, 2 rights, and a left,” I whispered to myself. How huge is this school? I thought to myself. 
When I finally got to orientation there were 4 other kids. 2 looked normal, like any other kid you’d see. But then there were 2 that stuck out. 1 boy, in a red basketball t-shirt with the number 27 on it, with camo pants and sandals. Horrible fashion choice. He had blonde hair and one streak black. Then there was a girl. She was honestly pretty cute. She had 2 large pigtails, her hair was purple at the top and bottom and blue in the middle. She was wearing a purple, white, and green sweater, a black and white skirt, and maroon red pants. With dark blue and green shoes. She had a star headband on and a little duck hair clip. 
Then a man walked in front of us; I assumed he was the principal. “Welcome, new students! Now, the reason I gathered you all here is because you 5 are the smartest students in 9th grade!” 
I wasn’t that smart. I mean, I was, but I wasn’t THE SMARTEST. 
“Um, excuse me, Mr. Principal man?” the boy said. 
“Yes?” the Principal asked. 
“Yeah, hi, I’m Oliver and I’ve been told many times that I'm an idiot. But I guess I'm the smartest one here!” he said. Then I hit him.
“You're not the only one here, idiot. Anyways, are you sure you got this right? I'm not the smartest cookie.” I sighed. 
“Well, I’m going to be honest here, you 5 are the only 9th graders other than about 10 others. You 5 are just late for orientation so we had to do a separate one for you.” He sighed. It all made sense then. “Now, as I was saying. Today I will be personally showing you 5 around the school!” he shouted. 
We all groaned. He led us out into the hallway. First he showed us the art room. It was a large room full of wooden human mannequins, paint, pencils, everything art! I loved it; I was really good at art. Next was the music room. It was full of all sorts of instruments and music sheets, chairs everywhere, and a huge whiteboard up front. It had all orchestra instruments, and regular band stuff too! I guess they make it all perfect or whatever. The girl with the purple and blue hair looked in awe. She must have loved music. 
Next, we went to P.E. It was full of sports equipment. Oliver started to drool over it. We had visited a few other places before we got to our main classes. 
We were at the social studies classroom when Oliver said to the girl, “I bet I'm better at basketball than you…” She looked annoyed. 
“Said the biggest idiot in the school,” she snapped back. Then they started to get into a fight. I came over to try and stop it. 
“Enough, you two! If you're going to fight, at least take it out into the hallway,” I calmly said. Then the fight went into the hallway. 
“Hey, Oliver!” I said as the fight began to start up. He looked at me. “You’re an idiot,” I called out. What? I had to. 
I was about a foot or two from them. Then he tried to punch me in the face. I tried to punch him in the face. Then all three of us tried to kill each other. We were in a brawl. I tried to punch Oliver a lot. The girl hit me by accident but I didn’t realize it was by accident so I tried to punch her. We all tried to punch each other. I kept taking steps back from the fight so I could have more room and eventually because of that we ended up in the gym. 
Oliver grabbed a basketball and tried to throw it in my face. I caught it and threw it at his face. He got hit and got knocked down. He quickly got back up again while the girl tried to kick soccer balls at all of us. She had a bad aim. Then I grabbed a bar for doing a degree hand or whatever. Oliver had a chair, and the girl had a dodgeball. We were about to hit each other when- 
“ENOUGH!” the principal shouted. “MY OFFICE. NOW!” 
Now that we’re caught up on everything, let’s go on with the story, shall we?
== Chapter 2 - The Dorm ==
Me, Oliver, and the girl followed the principal to his office. Oliver was sitting in the middle. The girl, whose name I learned was Luna, was sitting to his left, and I was sitting to his right. The principal sat down in his chair. 
“Really? A fight on your FIRST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL?” he yelled. “As punishment, all three of you will dorm together.” 
I was shocked, I had no idea you could dorm with 2 other students. Or the opposite gender. “I'm sorry, Mr. Principal, but, how is this a punishment?” I asked. 
“Uh… it will bond you three together?” he asked uncertainly. It was obvious he had no idea what he was doing. Oliver looked upset. 
“I'm sorry, but WHY am I bunking with girls? I mean, aren’t you worried about girls and boys bunking together?” he asked. 
“Oliver, you’d be lucky if any girl in this school likes you,” he sighed. Me and Luna laughed a little. Oliver just slouched in his chair, crossing his arms. “All three of you will bunk together effective immediately!” the principal yelled. 
He gave us a paper with directions to our dorm room. We went out into the hallway and he slammed the door. Luna was holding the paper and started walking and mumbling to herself. Oliver and I exchanged looks. Then we followed her. When we finally got to our dorm I unlocked the door. It was a huge dorm. There was one bed on the left, one on the right, and on against the wall in the front. The front one had a window on the wall facing the bed. 
“I CALL DIBS ON THE BED WITH THE WINDOW!” I yelled. 
“WHAT?!?!” they both yelled. 
I ran over to the bed with the window. It also had a little bit of space to sit on the windowsill. I jumped on the bed in a sitting position. Oliver and Luna looked upset. Luna took the bed on the left of the room and Oliver took the one on the right. I decided to set up my stuff before looking around our dorm. 
I took out my pillows and blanket from my bag, placed my purple with teal stripes blanket on my bed, grabbed my skull and heart shaped pillows and put them on the bed, and took out 3 posters. One was for the musical, The Greatest Showman, The Musical Cats, and for the show Friends. My dad used to say I had a problem with the show because I loved it so much. Yeah, I love it. For the windowsill I took out my friend's beach towel and my two Animal Crossing pillows. I sat down, exhausted, and looked at Luna’s side. She had posters of space, blankets and pillows of space, and a little octopus plushie. That octopus was the only thing that wasn’t space themed on her whole side. I looked over at Oliver's side. He had a poster of Taylor Swift, Lebron James, and Charles Barkley. 
“Why do you have a poster of Taylor Swift?” I asked. 
“He’s probably just simping over her,” Luna sighed.
“HEY!” Oliver yelled. He also had a regular grey blanket, and regular white pillows. He obviously wasn’t as creative. “Well then… uh.... why do you have so many Friends stuff?” Oliver tried to snap back. 
“Because the show is a national treasure,” I said. Oliver sighed in defeat. 
“Hey Olive, wanna look around our dorm?” Luna asked. 
“Sure!” I said, hopping off my bed. There was just really the room we were in, a living room, and a bathroom. 
“Maybe we should decorate the living room/bedroom,” I suggested. 
“Yeah!” Luna jumped. 
“Fiiiiine,” Oliver sighed. 
“Hmm, what about a couch?” I asked. 
“And some chairs too!” Luna yelled. 
“And a TV!” I jumped. 
“But wait, where are we gonna get all this stuff?” Luna asked. 
“Uhhhhh…” I began. 
“Not to worry girls, I'm loaded,” Oliver said. “Let’s go on Amazon and pick out the stuff we want, I have rich parents so I can buy anything. Except a TV. Yeah, we’re gonna have to get jobs for that.”
“It’s a win-win. We get our furniture, and then we get extra money from our jobs,” I said. 
“Hooray!” Luna cheered. 
“I’ll get my laptop! We can go on Amazon there,” I said. I took out my laptop when-
“WHY DO YOU HAVE A FRIENDS LAPTOP CASE?” Oliver yelled. 
“THEY’RE A NATIONAL TREASURE, YOU MORON!” I yelled. I layed on my stomach and went on Amazon. Oliver and Luna sat next to me. 
“What kind of couch should we get and what color?” I asked. 
“Let’s get a maroon red Lawson sofa,” Oliver said. Me and Luna stared at him. “What? A guy can’t know things about furniture?”
“Okay… well let's get that, then we should get 2 sky blue armchairs,” I said. 
“YASSSS!!!” Luna exclaimed. 
“Sure,” Oliver said. He put all his credit card information in and it said it would be here in 15 minutes. 
“H-How?” I asked. “How is it going to be here in 15 minutes?”
“I'm very rich and Amazon does not want my family to sue,” Oliver said. 
“Okay…” I said. 
“Well, now we should see what jobs there are we could do,” Luna said. 
“MCDONALDS!” I yelled, standing up. 
“W-Why?” Oliver asked. 
“CAUSE MCDONALDS!” I yelled. 
“McDonalds it is then. Besides, the nearest one is 15 minutes away so that works,” Luna said. 
“MCDONALDS!” I yelled again.
“You really love McDonalds, don’t you?” Oliver sighed. 
“MCDONALDS!!!” 
“Whyyy?” Luna asked. 
“MC-MC-MC-MC-MC-MC! MCDONALDS!” 
“Why did you do that to the Nickelodeon theme?” Luna asked. 
“MCDONALDS!” 
“Stop it before we decide not to get jobs at Mcdonalds,” Oliver said. 
“Fiiine,” I said reluctantly. 
“Finally,” Luna sighed. 
“Okay so where should the furniture go when it gets here?” I asked. 
“I was thinking the couch could go there,” Luna said, pointing to the wall near the door. 
“And one chair could go on the left, the other on the right, and the TV could be on the other wall,” Oliver finished. 
“You two have great ideas. Especially since one of you is an idiot,” I said. 
“HEY!” Luna yelled. 
“Not you,” I assured her. 
“I hate you both.” Oliver sighed. Then my computer got a notification saying our stuff was here. We all went down to the front doors and grabbed the boxes. They were surprisingly heavy. We took the elevator back up and set the boxes down in the living room. 
“Oliver! You put it all together, we're too tired,” I said. 
“WHAT?” he yelled. 
“Do it before we tell the whole school you're in love with Taylor Swift,” Luna said. 
“RAHHHHH!” he yelled, taking the stuff out of the box. 
“So uh, why did you have him put the stuff together?” Luna whispered. 
“So I can take a video of him breaking down from how he can't put it together,” I whispered, taking out my phone. 
“Why do you have a flip phone?” Luna asked. 
“I like flip phones, shut up.” We just sat there and watched him try to build the couch and chairs. He eventually just broke down and cried. I stopped recording. 
I sent it to my dads and said, “Look who I have to bunk with.” When I was done I walked over to Oliver. “Okay, stop crying, you big baby. I’ll build it,” I said. 
“ThAnK YoU!” he sobbed, crawling over to his bed. 
Father is a carpenter and Dad is an artist. I'm very good at both things so this was easy. Then 5 minutes later I was curled up in a ball cry-whining how hard it is. Luna got up to try but in less than a minute she was in the same position. A teacher eventually heard us cry and took a step in. 
“Is everything in here oka—” she began, but then she saw us and slowly stepped out. Yeah, we were hopeless. But then—
“Wait, is that the instruction manual?” Oliver said, pointing at a white piece of paper next to us. 
“Oh,” I said. 
Oliver decided to try again and 5 minutes later he was crying again. Me and Luna decided to give it another go and we finally set everything up. There was a mini fridge in our room next to my bed, full of pop, so we grabbed some Pepsi and cheered. 
“To Oliver, being a big baby!” I yelled. 
“Cheers!” we all yelled. As soon as Oliver clicked his glass against ours he realized what we were cheering for. 
“WAIT—WAIT NO! I DIDN’T CHEER TO THAT!” he yelled. 
“Too late, Oliver,” Luna said and smirked. 
“Yeah, you already agreed to it,” I said, trying not to laugh. 
“THAT’S NOT FAIR!” he yelled. He started to throw a huge fit about it but me and Luna were too busy laughing. 
== Chapter 3: Classes ==
It was our first day of regular classes. I hated school, but I had to go. I decided to get up early. “WHY ARE YOU WAKING ME UP AT 6:30 AM!???!?!” Oliver shouted when I dragged him out of bed. 
“Oliver, stop being a big baby! We have to get up for school!” I yelled. 
“I WANT TO SLEEP!!!” Luna yelled. 
“NO! We have to get ready. Today is our FIRST DAY of classes. If we don’t get ready, WE’LL BE LATE,” I yelled. 
“CLASSES DON’T START UNTIL 8:30!!!” Oliver shouted. 
“Get up before I tell the whole school that you're in love with Taylor Swift,” I said. 
“I hate you all,” Oliver sighed. 
“I'm going to go get changed in the bathroom, Luckily I already took a shower and brushed my teeth,” I said. 
I like to wear the same outfit everyday. Not the same EXACT clothes, but I buy matching clothes. So, I wore my long sleeve grey and white striped shirt that cuts off at my stomach— I'm young, shut up— my blue and yellow jean shorts, my boots, and ___ socks. 
I walked out of the bathroom and Oliver stared at me. “Isn’t that the same outfit you wore yesterday?” he asked. 
“Nope! Different clothes! I just buy the same style of clothes because I love my outfit and I never want it to change!” I said enthusiastically. 
“Ooookay,” Oliver said, going into the bathroom. 
“Hey, Olive! Let’s check out if we have any classes together!” Luna said, jumping. 
“Yeah!” I exclaimed. I sat down next to her and we looked at our class lists. “Aww man!” I said. “We have no classes together!” 
“Ugh,” Luna sighed. Then Oliver burst through the bathroom. He was wearing a teal, white, and red tie dye shirt, Camo shorts, and the same sandals. 
“You have the worst sense of fashion I have ever seen,” I said bluntly. 
“At least I don't wear the same thing everyday!” he yelled. I rolled my eyes. 
“So what are you girls doing?” he asked. 
“We were looking at what classes we have together but we don’t have any,” Luna said. 
“Hmm, I wonder if I have any classes with either of you,” he said. He grabbed his class list and paired it up to ours. 
“NO WAY!” Me and Oliver yelled in unison. “WE HAVE ALL THE SAME CLASSES TOGETHER!” 
Me and Oliver started to groan. So far we had despised each other, but it was really funny seeing him in pain. 
“Guess I'm the lucky one!” Luna giggled. 
“I hate you so much right now.” I sighed. 
“Oh well!” Luna skipped into the bathroom. When she came out, she was wearing a Twinkling Stars skirt, a shirt that said ‘Let’s Explore’ with a bunch of space stuff on it, space pants, her regular shoes, and an astronaut helmet. “I WAS BORN AMONGST THE STARS!” she screamed as she ran across the room. 
Me and Oliver kept staring and giving each other looks. “I-I don’t think you’re allowed to wear a helmet to class…” Oliver said. 
“I DON’T CARE! OH LALALA! OH LALALA!” she screamed. We couldn’t stop giving each other looks. 
“It’s 6:40. Do you guys want to go down and get breakfast?” I quickly said, trying to change the subject. 
“Yeah, let’s go,” Oliver said, literally pushing me out the door. 
“OH LALALA!” Luna screamed as we kinda ditched her. 
We were walking through the halls, it all was like a hotel’s wall. The walls were carpeted and so were the floors. When we got down to breakfast it was like a literal hotel’s breakfast place. We were stunned. There were very few people there since I wanted to get up very early but that just meant more breakfast for us. 
I grabbed 3 waffles, an apple, and milk. I also grabbed syrup and powdered sugar for the waffles. Oliver got oatmeal, an apple, and water. 
We sat down at a booth and started eating. When I was done, I just sat there and drank my milk. 
When Oliver was done, he stood in front of our booth, waiting for me to get up. “C’MON! WE CAN’T TRUST LUNA TO BE ALONE!” he exclaimed. 
“NEVER!” I shouted. And he literally grabbed the back of my shirt collar and dragged me to our room. 
“I hate you,” I hissed. 
“I hate you too, Olive,” he groaned. 
When we got to our room he had to let go of me to unlock our door. I tried to make a run for it but he grabbed me again. 
When we finally got back into our dorm, Luna was passed out on the floor, covered in powdered sugar. 
“She packed that sugar, didn’t she?” I asked. 
“Yep.” Oliver sighed. 
“We should get her up right?”
“Maybe.” We decided to get her up so we could get to classes. No matter how hard we shook her and yelled, she wouldn’t get up. 
“If you don’t get up, I’ll eat that octopus of yours,” Oliver said, annoyed. 
“I’M UP! I’M UP! I’m up!” she screamed. 
“Finally. It’s 8:20 now so we should grab our stuff and go,” I grunted. 
We all grabbed our stuff and went into the hallway. 
“SEE YA GUYS LATER!” Luna yelled, running off to her first class. 
Me and Oliver both sighed. We started to walk to our first class, Chemistry. When we got there, there were only two seats left and they were next to each other so we had to sit there. The teacher looked strict but had these cool steampunk goggles on. She had red hair, pale skin, and was wearing a lab coat. 
“Hello, class. I am Professor Jemi. Today we will just be talking about what we’ve done over the summer. You will most likely be doing this in all your other classes,” she said, so we all talked about our summer. 
Afterwards, it was time for Biology. Instead of talking about what we did over the summer, we dissected frogs on our first day. Yeah, I did not feel good. Oliver puked. So Oliver got sent down to the nurse and I went on to Social Studies. He returned in the middle of the class, looking pale. We had a few other classes and then it was time for lunch. We decided to go get Panera Bread for lunch even though I screamed McDonalds. 
I got a broccoli and cheddar soup with a baguette, Luna got a bacon grilled cheese sandwich with 2 cookies, and Oliver got Mac and Cheese. As we were eating it, we talked about the classes we had and what job we should try to get at McDonalds. Then it was time for class again. Oliver and I had Art, Gym. Then in Music, this girl, Stella Rosewood, played this epic violin solo. Then we had PLTW and Math. 
Finally, the school day was over. We had no homework, luckily, then we went into our dorm. We relaxed for an hour before we decided to go down to McDonalds.
== Chapter 4: McDonalds (and Oliver-is-a-simp!!!) ==
We had just walked into my new home and heaven, McDonalds, and asked for the manager. We followed an employee to his office, and Luna and I sat down in the 2 chairs. We forced Oliver to sit on the ground. 
“So why do you want the job? Also, do you three have any experience?” the employee asked tiredly. 
“No,” I said. 
“We wanted to get the job because she loves McDonalds,” Luna said, pointing at me. 
“Mc-Mc-Mc-Mc-Mc-Mc! McDonalds!” I cheered. 
“Okay, listen, it’s 15 dollars an hour, I'm tired, and I need new employees by tonight. You start tomorrow, your shifts are 4-7:30 PM. Does that work?” he asked, and we all nodded. “Okay, then leave before I change my mind.” 
We ran home— literally. We needed this job so if he changed his mind we would be jobless. The next day, after classes, we went back to McDonalds. We got changed into our uniforms and got assigned jobs. Oliver and I would be cashiers while Luna would work in the kitchen. We might switch jobs sometimes but for now it was like this. 
This girl, she looked around my age, was told to help us learn how to work the register. Her name was Gwen and boy oh boy, Oliver was head over heels for her. She had black hair with a blue streak and was wearing the uniform. She had ear and nose piercings, a little stub for the nose and skull earrings. Her hair was up in a ponytail too. She had a mixed skin color. 
After like half an hour we were ready to deal with customers. So we stood in front of the registers, and waited for some customers to come in. A few came in, we did our stuff, they left. Then, of course on our first day, a Karen came in. 
“I would like 5 milkshakes with a burger,” she said, stomping over to me. 
“Okay, what flavor of milkshakes?” I asked. 
“All strawberry. And for the burger, I know the manager so it’s free,” she answered. 
“I’m sorry, ma'am, but our burgers aren’t free, even if you know the managers,” I said. 
“I KNOW THE MANAGER, SO I GET A FREE BURGER!” she yelled. I put my arms out and tried to do that ‘Calm down’ gesture and then she freaked out. “OW! HEY! YOUR EMPLOYEE TRIED TO HIT ME!” she yelled. 
“No I didn’t!” I yelled. 
“YES YOU DID! YOU TRIED TO HIT ME! SIR! SIR!” she yelled, an inch away from Oliver’s face. “FIRE HER! OR BETTER YET, CALL THE COPS ON HER! SHE TRIED TO HIT ME!” 
“Ma’am, my co-worker did nothing of the sort. By the way, ever heard of the saying ‘Say it, don't spray it’?” he asked, being a smart alec. 
Then the woman grabbed a chair. “IF YOU DON’T GIVE ME A FREE BURGER I’M CALLING THE COPS AND I WILL THROW THIS CHAIR!” 
“Ma’am I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” I said calmly. 
“GIVE ME A FREE BURGER!!” she screamed, not budging. 
It went on like this for a while. Oliver ran into the back while the woman was yelling at me. He came back with the manager, and he had to kick her out. When she finally left, we realized we had been dealing with her for almost an hour. We decided to go on break. 
“Jesus Christ!” Luna exclaimed after we told her about Miss Sucks-a-lot. She had been too busy cooking to notice. 
“Heard you two had to deal with a Karen on your first day,” Gwen said, walking over to us, “I’ve dealt with worse, but man, she sucks!” 
Oliver just stared in awe, smiling. “Thanks, she truly sucked,” I said. 
“Hey Gwen, do you want some of these fries I made? I won’t charge you—UNLESS YOU CROSS ME,” Luna said in a demonic voice. 
“Uhhh… No thanks?” Gwen said questioningly. 
“Okie,” Luna said, acting like a doll. 
“Anyways, I have to get back to work, talk to you guys later!” Gwen said, walking off.
After a long day, we finally got home. Luna and I had the wonderful idea of making a rap of Oliver being a simp because… Oliver is a simp. Me and Luna (mostly Luna) made a sick beat for it. First I said my line: “Oliver is a simp!” and she edited and looped that. 
“Hey Oliver! You’re a simp!” I yelled. 
“I’M NOT A SIMP!” he hollered back. Luna edited that in there too. 
I did my last line, “FOR TAYLOR SWIFT!” And we put that in there. 
Soon, we were finally done. “Hey Oliver! We made you a song!” Luna sang. 
“Let’s hear it,” he said, still somehow exhausted from work. 
“Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp!” It began. 
“HEY!” he yelled. 
“Hold on, this is the best part!” I shouted over the song. 
“I’M-A-SIMP!” Then Oliver started to get into a huge fit. 
“Here, we’ll just skip to the end,” I replied, smirking. 
“Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! Oliver is a simp! FOR TAYLOR SWIFT!” And then he started chasing us around the dorm. 
“I HATE YOU BOTH!” he screamed. We couldn’t help but laugh since the song was on loop now. It went on like that for a while.
= Chapter 5: The Dance =
We had just woken up. Oliver and Luna had forced me to set my alarm clock to 7:30 instead of 6:30 AM since they literally tried to kill me. We went down to the breakfast hall and got some fruit. There were a lot more people and fruit was the only thing left. I grabbed an apple while Oliver grabbed a banana and Luna grabbed a pear. 
We walked back to our dorms and I got a notification on my computer. It wasn’t a school computer, I just made it where I got emails for school. It said, 
“Dear Students of Elmwood High, 
You are all invited to The Annual Welcome Dance. We do a dance in the first week of school to welcome students to Elmwood High and welcome them back if they aren’t new. This dance will take place tonight. Sorry for being last minute; we meant to have it sooner but there were some setbacks. The dress code for everybody is dresses and suits. We don’t mind what gender wears either as long as it’s not inappropriate. It starts at 8 PM tonight and ends at 10. Have a good dance, students of Elmwood high! 
Your Principal, 
Principal Sanderfelt.” 
It was very last minute. Too last minute. “Well,” Oliver began, “Which one of you want to go to the dance with me?” 
We stared at him, then started attacking him. When we were finally done we got ready for school. “Okay, so I get neither of you want to go to the dance with me, but who do you guys think you’re gonna go with?” Oliver asked. 
“I don’t know,” I said. 
“Same,” Luna added. “Who are you going with?” 
Oliver thought about it for a second before saying, “I think I’m going to ask Gwen.” 
We stared at him in shock. I mean, he just met her, for goodness sake! He obviously picked up on Luna and I’s thoughts since he said, “I know I just met her but I like her. And I’m pretty sure she goes to this school too.” 
I was still a bit surprised. “Well good luck with that.” I said. 
Luna nodded. Then we were off to our classes. Me and Oliver had our odd classes today. First we had Chemistry. Professor Jemi talked about what happens when you mix certain chemicals together. Chemistry was my favorite class so far. And Professor Jemi was the smartest and nicest teacher here. 
Then we had Social Studies. We were learning about prohibition. I was kinda bored since I had already learned about this from the internet. Then it was finally time for lunch. We decided to eat lunch in the cafeteria since it was pizza day. We sat at a table in the corner. We were talking about how we wish pizza day was everyday. 
“-So as I was saying, That’s what I think pizza day should be everyday.” I exclaimed. 
“Your reasons make no sense but I agree.” Oliver exclaimed. 
“SAME!” Luna cheered. Then all the sudden a girl walked over to the table. She had brown hair and hazel eyes. 
“H-Hey,” she stuttered, “I’m Chloe. My friend wanted me to give you their number.” 
Then she handed me a notecard. It said “(512) 416-5904 Text me!” When I looked up the girl was gone. 
“OoOoOh!” Oliver teased. “Someone’s got a secret admirer! I wonder who it could be…?” 
“It’s Olive, Didn’t you just see what happened?” Luna exclaimed, confused. 
“I KNOW IT WAS OLIVE I WAS TEASING HER!” he screeched. While those two bickered I texted the number on my phone. 
Me: Hello? 
???: OMG! Thank you so much for texting me!
Me: Uh, who is this?
Abigail: Oh right! I’m Abigail, You wouldn't see me in any of your classes since I’m a sophomore.
Me: Cool, Cool, So why did you give me your number?
Abigail: Because I wanted to ask you to the dance, silly!
Me: Are you sure this isn’t a mistake? I mean, I just got here and I'm very unpopular.
Abigail: Of course, It’s Olive right?
Me: Y-Yeah. 
Abigail: Ok, So I know what you look like but do you know what I look like?
Me: Sorry, I don’t.
Abigail: It’s fine, sweetie! I have black hair, green eyes, pale skin, and tonight I'll be wearing a blue dress.
Me: You sound really beautiful. Well tonight I'll probably be wearing a suit.
Abigail: Noooooo wear a pretty dress like me! Besides, you don’t want to look like a boy do you?
Me: I guess not…
Abigail: Just wait until we’re on the dance floor! We’ll be the best couple ever!
Me: Couple?
Abigail: Yeah, I thought we were girlfriend and girlfriend right?
Me: Uh, sure!
Abigail: Great! Gtg, TTYL!
Me: Bye!
I put my phone away and I stared off into space. Me? Have a girlfriend? That’s new! I was thinking of what kind of dress I should wear. Pink? Blue? Wait, no, Abigail is wearing Blue. Green? Yellow? Orange? Black? White? Why can’t I just wear a suit? 
“Hello? Earth to Olive!” Oliver yelled in my face. 
“What is it?” I snapped back. 
“We were just wondering what you were wearing to the dance,” Luna said cheerfully. 
“Oh. Well, I was thinking of a dress,” I sighed.
“What color? I can let you borrow one of mine!” Luna exclaimed.
“Thank you so much! I'm not sure what color, but maybe not blue.” I smiled, “Maybe a black dress? And nothing too poofy?” 
Luna thought about it for a second before saying, “I think I have a few black dresses laying around that aren’t too poofy. After work we’ll get ready for the dance!” 
We talked about what we would wear and how Oliver is a simp for the rest of lunch. Then me and Oliver had a few other classes and then school was over. We got ready for work and we left for McDonalds. Luckily we didn’t deal with any Karens today but Oliver had to deal with rejection. 
“Gwen, will you go to the school dance with me? Please?” 
“Sorry, Oliver. But I have a boyfriend and we aren’t going to the dance. But maybe we could still be friends..?” 
“Okay…”
Oliver just was a bit grumpy after that but we cheered him up a bit. Me and Abigail texted a lot while I was working. She said a lot of nice things to me and I really liked her. Soon, it was finally time for the dance. We rushed back to our dorm and got changed. Oliver insisted on getting changed first while me and Luna looked for dresses. 
Then Oliver burst through the bathroom door. He was just wearing a shirt that looked like a tuxedo and black pants with tennis shoes. 
“And here we thought you were dressing fancy!” I exclaimed sarcastically.
“Well since I don’t have a date, I can dress like this,” he said, being a smart alec. 
“Hardy har har.” Luna sarcastically sighed, “Well, I'll go get changed. You can decide on the dress!” 
She ran into the bathroom with a dress in her arms. I had to decide between two dresses. One was a long sleeve black dress that would go down right above my knees. It also had a black ribbon around the waist. The second one had no sleeves and was almost the same as the first but it didn’t have a bow. I held them up in front of me and showed them to Oliver. 
“Hey Oliver, Which dress?” I asked. 
He took a moment and said, “The one with the bow. It looks nice on you!” 
I smiled since it was one of the only compliments he had given me. I put the other one back and then Luna burst through the door. She was wearing a Lilly Pulitzer Women's Jodee Short Sleeve Swing Dress—I know a lot about dresses from the internet—black mary janes, white socks, and her usual headband with her Astronaut helmet. 
“Haven’t you noticed I'm a star?” she said jokingly. We all burst out laughing after that. I walked over to the bathroom and wiped a tear from my eye. 
“Ah, you people never seem to stop making me laugh!” I chuckled as I walked into the bathroom. I changed into the black dress I borrowed from Luna with golden heels. I stepped out of the bathroom and walked into the middle of the room. 
“Attention friends and Oliver-” I began, 
“HEY!” Oliver yelled, 
“I have an announcement. OLIVER IS A SIMP!” I screamed out. He started chasing us again around the room until my alarm went off. Bing! Bing! Bing! It screeched. 
“I’ll turn it off!” I said, walking over to it. It was the alarm for the dance. I turned it off and said, “Ok guys, time to go to the dance!” 
We hurried down the halls and corridors until we got to the gym where the dance was. DJ music was playing and some people were dancing while some were just sitting on the bleachers. 
“I gotta go find my date, I’ll talk to you guys later!” I said, walking off. 
I looked around the bleachers at first in case she was waiting for me. She wasn’t there. So I walked around the dance floor and I suddenly spotted a blue dress. I followed it all the way to the punch bowl. In front of the table was a black haired girl with green eyes and pale skin. 
“Abigail!” I exclaimed. 
“Oh, hey!” she said, turning around. “I’ve been looking all over for you!” I laughed. 
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure when you were coming so I was talking with my crew.” She sighed. 
“It’s fine! Do you wanna dance?” I asked. 
“Before we do,” she slowly said, grabbing her phone, “Let’s take a picture together!” Then I quickly smiled and she took a photo of us. 
“Let me just post this on Instagram!” she cheered. I chuckled a little. I was super excited. 
“Okay, now that I've posted, I have to tell you something.” Her voice changed to a serious tone. I titled my head in curiosity. “I don’t actually like you. I just needed you to get more followers on Insta. And no, none of what I said was true. I don’t like your eyes or hair and I hate that dress of yours! Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go to my real date, Chad,” she growled. 
I couldn’t say anything, I was a lifeless statue. She flipped her hair and she and her crew left. Then Oliver and Luna bounced in front of me. “Hey, Olive!” Oliver cheered. 
“We wanted to meet your date! So...Where are they?” Luna asked. 
I couldn’t speak. I felt tears in my eyes. “Are you ok?” Luna asked. 
I couldn’t answer no matter how hard I tried. I remembered during Gym class there was a corridor outside. The door leading to the corridor was in sight. I snapped out of it and ran towards the door as my friends screamed my name. I ran outside to the corridor. It was filled with lights and flowers. 
They must have set it up like this for a more calmer spot or whatever. But nobody else was here. I sat down against the fountain and held my hands up to my face and cried. I sat there for a full minute before I heard the door open and a bunch of panting. 
“OLIVE!” Oliver and Luna yelled out as they were running towards me. They started asking a whole lot of questions. 
I slowly lifted my head up. I guess my eyes were red from crying. They just stared. Then they gave each other looks and sat down next to me. “So what happened?” Oliver asked. 
“W-Well, turns out the person I got a date with used me for more followers on instagram.” I stuttered. 
“That’s horrible!” Luna gasped. 
“Olive, I'm so sorry that happened to you! But who even was this person?” Oliver asked. 
“A girl. Her name was Abigail and she was a sophomore. And yes, I’m lesbian.” I sighed. 
“I can’t believe her!” Luna exclaimed. 
“Olive if you could just-” Oliver began before I cut him off. 
“Olivia.” I mumbled.
“What?” Oliver asked. 
“My real name is Olivia. Olive is just a nickname. But everybody assumes that it’s my real name. Nobody bothers to ask. It may seem like a real name but a lot of popular names are nicknames. My girlfriend didn’t bother to ask. The principal didn’t bother. Not even you guys.” I sighed. I didn’t mind Olive just, sometimes you just want someone to call you by your real name instead of a fake. 
“Ok well Olivia, want to go back to the dorm and binge watch a season of Friends from your computer?” Oliver asked. I nodded my head. 
They helped me get up and we walked back to our dorm. I changed into Pj’s and so did the others. We sat on the floor-where I put blankets and pillows so there was a little fort-and watched season 1 of friends. 
Life may suck at times, but it’s always nice to have your friends at your side. Even if one of them is a simp and the other one you have a crush on. Wait-WHAT?
= Chapter 6: Space Guinea Pigs =
It was finally Saturday. I was happy that I didn’t have to work today. Same for the others. But instead of having a nice calming Saturday, wanna know how we spent our Saturday? We spent it with Oliver playing tricks on Luna, Luna not believing him when he said it was a trick, and Luna forcing us to go out and look in every store for a certain guinea pig, Luna outsmarting the both of us. 
And guess what? Luna actually got a guinea pig. We own a guinea pig now. I did not want a guinea pig. So here’s what happened. I woke up, all excited. It was 10:00 AM so I woke the others up. As we got up we started to talk about what we should do today. 
“Hey, Luna!” Oliver exclaimed, smirking. “Ever heard of a Space Guinea Pig?” 
Luna’s eyes lit up and became wide. “S-S-SPACE GUINEA PIG!??!?!” She ran over to him and held him by his shirt collar. “WHERE ARE THEY? CAN WE GET ONE? WHERE CAN I GET ONE? ANSWER ME, YOU SIMP!” 
“Woah, woah, woah, there, Luna! You can, uh, get one at your… local pet store! Yeah,” he said. Luna rushed into the bathroom to get changed. 
“Oliver. I really don’t want to spend my Saturday going to a petstore just to explain to Luna that SPACE GUINEA PIGS ARE NOT REAL,” I moaned. 
“Fine… I’ll tell her. Party pooper…” he sighed. 
Luna burst out of the bathroom in a grey shirt with a map of our solar system, maroon red pants, blue skirt with white zig zag patterns, and her normal shoes. “C’MON, GUYS! GET CHANGED! WE’RE GOING TO GET A SPACE GUINEA PIG!!!” 
“Luna. I was just messing with you. Space Guinea Pigs are not real,” Oliver said slowly. 
“I DON’T BELIEVE YOU! LET’S GO!” 
“Luna-” I began, but she shushed me and forced me to get changed. When I was done she forced Oliver to change. 
“Luna! Stop believing Oliver! He even admitted to messing with you! Can we PLEASE not go outside?” I begged. She would not believe me. 
When Oliver was done she grabbed both of our wrists and forcefully and painfully dragged us out into the streets. She dragged us all the way to the nearest pet store, Clementine’s Pet Store. 
Luna burst in, being a bundle of excitement. She ran up to the counter. “HEY! ARE THERE SPACE GUINEA PIGS HERE!?!?!” she yelled. 
“Wh-What? No?” the employee said, confused. 
“ARE YOU SURE??” 
“Y-Yes.” 
“OKAY, THEN!” Luna said, walking out. Oliver stayed behind to give them a tip and apologize. Then she dragged us to more pet stores. 
Amy’s Guinea Pigs! 
Sweet Sweet Animals! 
Victory Pet! 
Guinea Pigs? More like Loveable Pigs! 
Sweet Pea’s Pet Store!
More and more. One after the next. Oliver had already tipped like $70 dollars today! 
Finally, Luna exclaimed, “Okay, guys, last one and we can go home!”
“FINALLY!” Oliver groaned. 
“Can feet die?” I asked. 
“Olive, my feet have BEEN dead,” Oliver replied. 
The final location was called Guinea Pig Cafe! 
“This place better have coffee,” Oliver cried. 
We walked in, and sure enough, it was just like a cat cafe. Oliver and I sat down and ordered two of the coffee specials there. Oliver got the Striped Patrick Surprise and I got Brownie of the Hour.  He said it tasted weird but in a good way. And mine tasted like total chocolate. We sat and talked for a while. We didn’t talk about anything serious or anything, just about the Karen from a few days ago and school assignments. We were talking for a while. 
“Hey, Oliver, it’s been a while, Maybe we should go find Luna,” I said, a bit concerned. 
“Good point,” he said, getting up. “Why do my feet hurt more than when we were walking before?” 
“That’s the thing. Once you sit down, it gets worse when you get up,” I explained, standing up. “Can feet be double dead?” 
We started walking around the store looking for Luna. We searched for a while until we found her at the counter. When she turned around she was holding a white guinea pig cage, and inside was a grey guinea pig. 
“You didn’t…” I whispered sharply. She just smirked. 
“You jerk…” Oliver growled. “Did you do this on purpose?” 
“Well, Well, Well! Lookie here! Somebody finally figured out I was outsmarting you all along! First, I knew Space guinea pigs weren’t real, but I always wanted a guinea pig so I figured this might be my chance Then, I planned which stores to go to in the perfect order. This store would be dead last. Since you two would be very tired and since it’s a cafe you guys would sit down and get coffee. While you guys were distracted that is when I would strike, finding a guinea pig and buying it without you two noticing. Now, we own a Guinea Pig.” She explained, evilly. 
“Ugh. Fine, we can keep the Guinea Pig. But his name will be Patrick and I am NOT cleaning his cage.” I growled. 
“I can’t believe she outsmarted the both of us….” Oliver said, in shock. 
Then Luna dragged us out of the store. We stopped at a store and grabbed a small end table. We forced Oliver to carry it home. Then we got stopped by some news people. “Are you the kids that have been running around town looking for a space guinea pig?” The man asked. Me and Oliver looked at each other and sat on the ground. We knew this was gonna be a while. When we finally got home, We put the end table in the corner of the room and set the cage on it. I checked the time and it was 3:00 PM. 
“LUNA, WE’VE BEEN OUT LOOKING FOR A GUINEA PIG FOR 6 HOURS. OH MY FREAKING GOD.” I screamed. 
“Ha-ha!” She laughed. “Olive, I'm going to go get us some coffee. Since she can’t be alone, you stay here. I’ll go get some coffee.” 
Oliver groaned. “Thanks,” I sighed. Finally we were at peace. For now. Yeah. “Wait, Luna, how much money did that guinea pig cost?” 
= Chapter 7: Karaoke Sunday =
I woke up early (6:05 AM, to be exact), changed into my clothes, and snuck out. I walked all the way to the party store, a block away from Elmwood High. I entered and it was like an 80’s themed laser tag place, just not for laser tag. I walked up to the counter. 
“Hello, welcome to I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream for Partying. What can I get you? And reminder, today is Karaoke Sunday so our karaoke machines are half off. Please buy one. Please,” the employee said in a tired voice. 
“Yeah, hi. I’ll take one of your karaoke machines, please,” I said, handing him a 20 dollar bill. His eyes widened and he crouched down below the counter and grabbed a Karaoke machine. 
“Thanks, bud. By the way, if a purple and blue haired girl comes in here, and her hair is in pigtails, don't let her in EVER. You got that?” I questioned him in a serious tone of voice. He nodded and I left.  
I walked back to Elmwood High and into my dorm. I set down the Karaoke machine, as Oliver and Luna were still sleeping. I turned it one and went to ‘Let it Go’ from Frozen. The music began, I turned it up so it was a bit loud. They started squirming. It’s time. 
“THE SNOW GLOWS WHITE ON THE MOUNTAIN TONIGHT.” I began, as they started to sit up. 
“OH MY GOD, OLIVE.” Oliver yelled. 
“NOT A FOOTPRINT TO BE SEEN! A KINGDOM OF ISOLATION, AND LOOKS LIKE I'M THE QUEEN.” 
“NO.” Luna shouted. 
“THE WIND IS HOWLING LIKE THIS SWIRLING STORM INSIDE. COULDN’T KEEP IT IN, HEAVEN KNOWS I’VE TRIED! DON’T LET THEM IN DON’T LET THEM SEE. BE THE GOOD GIRL, YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO BE! CONCEAL DON’T FEEL, DON’T LET THEM KNOW! BUT NOW THEY KNOW…LET IT GO, LET IT GO!!!” 
“SHUT UP!” They both yelled. 
“NEVER!” I shouted. “CAN’T HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE!” 
Then Oliver threw one of his shoes at me. “LET IT GO, LET IT GO! OLIVER IS A SIMP! I DON’T CARE WHAT THEY'RE GOING TO SAY! LET THE STORM RAGE ON….THE COLD NEVER BOTHERED ME ANYWAYS…” 
“IT’S 6:30, OLIVE, WHAT THE HECK???” Luna shouted. 
“IT’S FUNNY HOW SOME DISTANCE MAKES EVERYTHING SEEM SMALL. AND THE FEARS THAT ONCE CONTROLLED ME CANT GET ME AT ALL! IT’S TIME TO SEE WHAT I CAN DO! TO TEST THE LIMITS AND BREAK THROUGH! NO RIGHT, NO WRONG, NO RULES FOR ME! I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEE!” 
“WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS?” Oliver shouted. 
“LET IT GO, LET IT GO! I AM ONE WITH THE WIND AND SKY! LET IT GO, LET IT GO! YOU’LL NEVER SEE ME CRY! HERE I STAND, AND HERE I STAY! LET THE STORM RAGE ON!” 
“I'M A BETTER SINGER THAN YOU!” Oliver shouted. 
“I doubt that…” Luna groaned. 
“My power flurries through the air into the ground, My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around…And one thought crystalizes like an icy blast. I’m never going back, the past is in the past…!” 
Both Oliver and Luna groaned. 
“LET IT GO, LET IT GO! WHEN I’LL RISE LIKE THE BREAK OF DAWN! LET IT GO, LET IT GO! THAT PERFECT GIRL IS GONE! HERE I STAND IN THE LIGHT OF DAY! LET THE STORM RAGE ONNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!! The cold never bothered me anyways…” 
“At least it’s over..” Oliver sighed. 
“You just cursed us.” Luna yelled. I switched the track to a different Frozen song. 
“Ok, I’m gonna need a partner for this, who’s it gonna be?” I asked. 
“Oh fine..” Luna said, hoping out of her bed. 
“Okay, can I just, say something crazy?” 
“I love crazy!” 
“I'm going to take a shower before you two sing For the first time in forever…” Oliver sighed, walking into the bathroom. 
“All my life, has been a series of doors in my face. And then suddenly I bump into you..” 
“I was thinking the same thing! ‘Cause like, I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place. Maybe it's a party talkin’, with some chocolate fondue.” 
“But with you,” 
“But with you,” 
“I found my place,” 
“I see your face,” 
“And it’s nothing like i’ve known before,”
“LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR! LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR! LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR!” 
“With you!” 
“With you!” 
“With you!” 
“With you!” 
“LOVE IS AN OPEN DOOR!” 
“Hey, what if we prank Oliver by walking over to the bathroom and singing this outside of the door so he’ll be forced to hear us?” I asked. 
“I hate this but sure.” We walked over, and then guess what we heard. 
“Olive, grab your phone. While I grab mine.” Luna said, very seriously. We grabbed our phones. We recorded what we heard and made it our ringtones. Can you guess what we heard? 
“ShAkE iT OfF! ShAkE iT OfF! Sh-Sh-ShAkE iT OfF!” Oliver sang. We immediately burst out laughing. 
“SHAKE IT OFF, SHAKE IT OFF!” We sang, Oliver obviously heard us. 
“WHY DID THE PRINCIPAL PLACE US TOGETHER?!?!?” He shouted. 
“SO WE COULD CALL YOU A SIMP!” We shouted back. I changed the track on the Karaoke machine to ‘Into the Unknown’ since Oliver would “Love” to hear it right now. 
“AH, AH, OH, OH! AH, AH, OH, OH! AH, AH, OH, OH, OH! I CAN HEAR YOU BUT I WON’T! SOME LOOK FOR TROUBLE WHILE OTHERS DON’T. THERE’S A THOUSAND REASONS WHY I SHOULD GO ABOUT MY DAY, AND IGNORE YOUR WHISPERS. WHICH I WISH I COULD GO AWAY!” We sang. Karaoke Sundays are the best. Don’t you agree?
= Bonus Chapter =
Olive: Hey guys! It’s me, Olive!
Luna: I’m sorry, I was promised I would get Space Merch if I came here and broke the 4th wall. 
Oliver: Luna, There is no space merch. NOW IF YOU WOULD, HOW ABOUT YOU SHUT UP ABOUT SPACE! 
Luna: WHY I OUDDA! 
Olive: SHUT UP. Anyways, so today we decided to break the 4th wall to wish you guys a Merry Christmas! 
Oliver: Wait, but in our timeline we’re not even at Christmas yet. 
Olive: SIMP, SHUT UP. Anyways- 
Luna: -WHERE. IS. MY. SPACE. MERCH. 
Olive: SHUT UP. 
Luna: NEVER!!!!!! 
Oliver: I’LL GET THE ROPE, YOU HOLD HER DOWN WHILE I TIE HER UP! 
Olive: OK! As I was saying-*gets kicked in the face by Luna* OW-This christmas we have gifts for you guys! Our gift is….Luna! Drumroll! We rehearsed this! 
Luna: I’M TIED UP, YOU DO IT, JERK. AND WE NEVER REHEARSED THIS! 
Oliver: I’LL DO IT. *Drum noises, I guess* 
Olive: Inside information about our story! Like stuff the writer never told anybody about what she wrote and idea’s and all that stuff. 
Luna: And space merch! 
Olive: NO SPACE MERCH. 
Oliver: THE WRITER HATES ME. SHE MADE ME BUNK WITH THE WORST PEOPLE IN THE WORLD! 
Olive: Shut up, you love us. 
Luna: But not as much as GwEn OoOoOoOoH! 
Oliver: SHUT UP. 
Olive: Anyways- 
Oliver: -Is it weird that the writer literally just randomly thought of the show Friends for you to be addicted to even though the writer never even watched the show Friends and doesn’t plan to in the future? 
Olive: I’M GONNA EXTERMINATE THAT LITTLE- 
Luna: -Whoa, Whoa guys! Let’s calm down. I’m sure the writer is gonna come in here and give us all space merch and we can all calm down. 
Olive: STOP LYING TO YOURSELF, LUNA CASSIDY. STOP. LYING. TO. YOURSELF. 
Oliver: While those two bicker, I'll tell you something. You know chapter 7? Karaoke Sunday? Well that was actually based off of a real life event. And note, when I say based I don’t mean she was bunking with 2 other people and had to wake up to one of them singing Frozen songs. Here’s what happened: In her 5th period class, the teacher put on Frozen because she was sick (She doesn’t have covid don’t worry) and her winter break was a few days away. So then, her whole class, including her, sang along to all of the songs. The writer got an idea to have Olive do this in a way where it’s not like “During Olive’s 5th period she sang along to Frozen songs.” and funnier. 
Luna: DID YOU GUYS KNOW SHE ALWAYS PICTURES ME AS ENTRAPTA FROM SHE-RA AND THE PRINCESSES OF POWER JUST WITH A DIFFERENT OUTFIT AND DIFFERENT COLORED HAIR? ALSO DID YOU GUYS KNOW ENTRAPTA AND CATRA ARE HER FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN THAT SHOW? 
Olive: And did you know nobody cares what her favorite characters are? 
Oliver: Did you guys know the writer didn’t even know what a simp was until almost a month or two ago? 
Olive: Oh, so she didn’t know who you were until 1-2 months ago. 
Luna: Got it. 
Oliver: Writer, if you can hear me, PLEASE SEND THESE TWO BACK WHERE THEY CAME FROM AND HAVE ME GET A GIRLFRIEND PLEASE. 
Me, The Writer: *Writer appears out of interdimensional hole with a rolled up newspaper* NO. *Hits Oliver with the newspaper* *leaves* 
Oliver: Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy- 
Luna: -Did you guys know i’m the author's favorite character? *silence* 
Olive: Writer, can we please get rid of Luna? 
Oliver: I second this. 
Luna: Did you guys know that I am shipped with the simp? 
Olive: I’m shipped with the simp too. 
Oliver: And you guys can still ship us together. But, unfortunately, ladies, I end up with- 
Me, The Writer: *Hits him with the newspaper again* NO. Noooo….*leaves* 
Olive: Also, here’s something. I am lesbian, because boys suck, 
*Editor's note: No offense to any boys reading this. This is just a joke. You guys don’t suck.* 
Luna is Bisexual, and for a while the writer wasn’t sure what to do with Oliver. But the writer decided to make that one straight friend in the LGTBQ+ friend group. And yes, Gwen is straight, but she is not a main-main character. 
Oliver: I’m the only straight one in this story so far other than Gwen. 
Luna: *Secretly unties herself and gets loose* 
Oliver: Wait, Luna, you’re bi? *turns around* SOUND THE ALARMS! LUNA HAS ESCAPED! 
Luna: *Bounces around all the walls* SPACEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! 
Olive: OLIVER! GET IN THE SAFETY BUNKER! *She and Oliver get in* *Right before closing the hatch* Oh by the way guys, before I go, Please check out Pokemon Journeys the Journey Starts today story by Stella Rosewood and True Magic by Isabella Strickland. And A portal, some Gems, and a lot of Pressure by Kyla Simons. And Merry Christmas and Happy New years! Also Oliver is a Simp.*Closes hatch* 
Luna: *Turns on Christmas music* WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS-WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS-WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS-AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! OLIVER IS A SIMP! GWEN DOESN’T CARE! OLIVE HAS A STRANGE ADDICTION TO FRIENDS! AND I AM AN IMMORTAL SPACE GOD! 
Me, The Writer: Luna. Have you ever heard of the show, Lost In Space? 
Luna: Tell me more. *Walks off into the sunset with The Writer* 
Me, the Writer: Oh boy, you have a lot to learn. 
= Chapter 8: A Week Away =
I sat straight up in bed, with the feeling of excitement. I was excited because Halloween was a week away! It was Saturday and I had let everybody sleep in until 10:30. I quietly snuck over to the closet, grabbed my costume, and changed into it. I snuck up to Oliver, still sleeping. I tapped him. He turned over to face me and opened his eyes. 
“Boo.” 
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!” He screamed, very high-pitched. 
“SPACE!” Luna shouted, sitting straight up from Oliver’s scream. I immediately started laughing. 
“SHE SCARED ME!!!!!” Oliver shouted. 
“So Skeletons scare Oliver the simp?” I asked. 
“WHAT? NO!” He yelled. 
“So if Olive danced to Spooky Scary Skeletons you would huddle in fear? Got it.” Luna sarcastically said. 
“OH SHUT UP LUNA!” Oliver growled. 
“Anyways, So since we’re too old to go trick or treating-” I started.
“So sad.” Luna cried.
“-I figured we should go to a Halloween party! Not sure where, or we could go to a haunted house. Either one will do. But we all have to wear costumes because we can.” 
“I vote for the Halloween party. Also, what should my costume be? Maybe I could be a werewolf!” Luna said, excited. 
“A party sounds fun! I could be…The Invisible Man!” Oliver exclaimed. 
“A Skeleton, a Werewolf, and The Invisible Man! There’s a Halloween store nearby. We could go to that later. First, I want breakfast.” I said, walking to the bathroom to change, before I went in I said, “Oh and guys, it’s started to get really cold up and we all are wearing summer clothes so I suggest we get clothes for the fall and winter.” 
“You can’t tell me what to do…” Luna quietly mumbled. I changed into my usual outfit. But I was still freezing. 
“Ok we’re going shopping for some warm clothes.” I said, exiting the bathroom. 
“You STILL can’t tell me what to do.” Luna mumbled, walking into the bathroom to get changed. “Ok. You can tell me what to do.” She said, walking over to her coat after she changed. 
“I’ll go get changed and then we can leave…” Oliver sighed. 
After Oliver changed we left for Target. When we arrived we decided to split up. Me and Luna go look at the girl clothes, and Oliver gets to be alone without us and look for boy clothes. I got a Dark Blue jean jacket, a lot of white shirts, dark maroon red timberland boots, and some dark green leggings. 
Luna got an oversized white with black polka dots hoodie and lemon poppyseed yellow uggs boots. She already had shirts and pants at home so she didn't want to get any. We went to check on Oliver and he got a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, a heavy dark green jacket, and a dark red scarf. 
“Ooh somebody’s looking like a hipster!” Luna said. 
“I bet you don’t even know what a hipster is.” Oliver betted. 
“I don’t. I really don’t.” Luna replied. “Anyways, Let’s go buy this stuff and then I wanna go get some breakfast in the dining hall.” 
So we went and bought our stuff. We returned to school and put our new clothes on because well….Luna scared us into putting them on. Don’t mess with that girl and fashion. So we went down to the dining hall and it was still open, some students were there. We decided to sit down because it was nice there, and we had nothing else to do. 
I grabbed some strawberries and blueberries with whipped cream because they taste good together, Oliver grabbed an apple or two, and Luna grabbed a pear and a banana. For once we were eating healthy. 
“Ok guys,” Oliver began, with his mouth full, “I say after we eat we should go to the halloween store and get our costumes.” 
“Sounds good.” Luna said, getting up to get another banana. 
“Ok. Oh, uh, hold on. I’m getting a call from my dads.” I said, getting up and standing next to our table. “Hey dads!” I cheered, “How are you guys?” 
“Hey Olive! We’re doing good.” Dad said.
“Hey, my little Green Olive! How’s school treating you?” Father butted in. 
“Good!” 
“Have you made friends yet?” Dad asked. 
“More like a friend and a simp who follows me around for no apparent reason.” 
“HEY!” Oliver yelled. 
“Shut it, simp! You know it’s true.” Luna yelled. 
“Don’t bother asking.” I finished. 
“Ok…Well we just wanted to check in. What are you guys doing right now?” Dad asked. 
“Eh. Nothing much. Just eating some fruit and then we’re gonna go to the halloween store and get some costumes. I already have mine though.” 
“Sounds fun! Anyways, the reason we called is because Thanksgiving break is coming up soon. We were wondering if you had plans with your friends or if your friends already had plans because we were thinking maybe we could spend thanksgiving together. Ya know, us, your friends and their families. To get to know everybody better.” Dad said. “Besides, we want to meet your friends!” 
“That sounds like a good idea! I’ll ask them.” I said, excited. I put the phone down and turned to Luna and Oliver. 
“Hey guys, my dads were wondering if you guys had plans for thanksgiving. They wanna meet you guys and your families because yeah, that's how they are-” I began before I was interrupted. 
“THANKSGIVING IS A TIME FOR FAMILY AND FRIENDS-” Dad began, starting to rant about how thanksgiving is wonderful. 
“JAXSON NO-” Father yelled. I slowly put my phone on the floor while I assumed what was going on with them, like what happens EVERY YEAR. 
“Anyways, what do you guys say?” I finished. 
“Is your dad gonna hurt me if I say my favorite holiday is Christmas?” Oliver said, slowly and scared. 
“Yes. Unless you don’t talk about it. Never talk about holidays with dad. There are consequences. Fear my dad.” I explained. 
“I'M IN!!” Luna yelled. 
“I’ll go…” Oliver said, still scared. 
“Ok great! Lemme just get my phone-” I began reaching for it. Then I heard more yelling and screaming. 
“THANKSGIVING!!!!!!!!!!” 
“JAXSON! WHERE DID YOU GET A TURKEY-” 
“Ya know what guys, I'm just gonna leave my phone on the floor.” 
“I’m scared.” 
“Me too, Oliver. Me too.”
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“Ok remember Luna, there is going to be S-P-A-C-E stuff in the halloween store. That does not mean we are buying any. You can look at it. But you can’t touch it. You can admire it from far away, but you can’t steal it out of a kid’s hands. Do you Understand, Luna?” Oliver said, trying to make sure Luna doesn’t go crazy. 
“Fine..” Luna mumbled, as we walked in. We started to examine everything. Soon Luna found a section with werewolf stuff. 
“Hey Guys! Look! I like this costume!” She pointed. The costume had some stickable hair to go on your cheeks and arms, ripped jeans with hair on the inside, red flannel shirt with hair on the inside, and a wig. 
“Luna. You are going to be the hairiest werewolf in the world. Let’s buy it.” I said. 
We looked around a bit more, there were vampires, zombies, witches, teachers, zombie teachers, zombie nurses, Batman, Clowns, Adult-Adult costumes that I refuse to even look at because they are so adult, Nightmare before Christmas, and a lot of stuff from horror movies. Oliver finally found an invisible man costume. 
It had a red turtleneck sweater, a light brown trench coat, black boots, and dark blue pants. It also came with a dark brown fedora, steampunk goggles, black gloves, and some bandages to wrap around your face. 
“Since this is the only Invisible Man costume I'm taking it.” Oliver said, heading towards the checkout. 
When we finally got home it was like 1:30. The rest of the day all that happened was Luna RickRolling us and also blasting Safety Dance. I can only imagine how crazy her parents are if this is their daughter.
= Chapter 9: The Black Cat Boogie Party =
Tap Tap. 
“Hey Olive! Wake up!” 
Tap Tap, Oliver tapped. 
I slowly turned over in my bed and opened my eyes. I saw a poster. Not just any poster, though. It said, “FRIENDS IS CANCELED” on top of a picture of Friends. 
“AHHHHHHH!” I screamed, jumping out of bed. 
“SPACE!” Luna shouted, sitting up straight in bed. Oliver was just basically laughing so much there might as well be tears in his eyes. 
“What did Oliver do this time?” Luna asked. 
“He showed me this!” I said, lifting up the paper. “I guess the student has become the master.” 
“I got payback. I'm satisfied with this,” Oliver said, finally calming down. 
“If today wasn’t Halloween…” I began
“Oh, hey, guys! That reminds me, last night before I went to bed, I read that there was gonna be a Halloween party at the Community Center today. Wanna go?” Luna asked excitedly. 
“Sounds fun!” I agreed, getting up. 
“Sure,” Oliver said, sitting on his bed. 
Luna slyly grabbed her phone and typed something on it. She pointed her head in the direction of where my skeleton was. I grabbed it and put it on. Luna hit a button on her phone and Spooky Scary Skeletons started playing. I ran up to Oliver and started dancing. 
“I swear to god, you just scared me because I had just woken up. I really wish at moments like these we weren’t roommates,” Oliver groaned. 
“Aw, you love us anyway!” Luna cheered. 
“What time does the party start?” I asked Luna. 
“At like 5:30-6:00 PM. Right now it’s 12.” 
“HOW DID WE SLEEP SO LATE!?!??!” I yelled. 
“Last night, when you fell asleep, we threw your alarm clock out of the window,” Oliver said. 
“I’M CALLING THE COPS ON YOU TWO!”
“......”
“.....space cops?....”
“HELLO, 911? I WOULD LIKE TO REPORT THAT 2 PEOPLE STOLE MY ALARM CLOCK AND THREW IT OUT THE WINDOW…WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT’S NOT AN EMERGENCY??? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT 2 PEOPLE MURDERING MY ALARM CLOCK ISN’T A PROBLEM FOR 911?!?!?!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY HAPPY HALLOW-Oh. Happy Halloween-WAIT-God dang it, they hung up on me.” 
“I can’t tell if you actually called the cops or if you're just messing with us,” Oliver sighed. 
“Anyways, here’s what I say we do. We wait till 1:00 and then we get ready, not costume-wise, we head down to work until 4, come back here and get ready, and head down to the Community Center—and Luna is now dabbing to Spooky Scary Skeletons. Why am I not surprised?” I asked. “Okay, let’s just get ready.” 
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“Finally, back at my future home.” I beamed. 
“Olive. We’re at McDonald’s. What is wrong with you?” Oliver asked in confusion. 
“Hey, you three!” Gwen yelled to us, “Same positions as last time, guys!” I nodded my head, put on my apron, and went behind the counter along with Oliver. Luna headed for the back. 
After about 30 minutes, me and Oliver froze. We just looked at each other in fear. 
“I-It’s her…” 
“T-The Karen’s back…” 
“H-Hello, Ma’am. What would you like t-today?” I stuttered in fear. 
“50.” 
“Wh-What?” Oliver asked. 
“I want 50 Spicy Deluxe Crispy Chicken Sandwiches.”
There was silence. We both slowly backed into the kitchen. 
“Luna…” I whispered. She looked our way. Gwen was hanging back there too. 
“Karen's back. She wants 50 Spicy Deluxe Crispy Chicken Sandwiches…50…” Oliver whispered. “Help ussssss….” 
Luna’s eyes widened. “Leave my kitchen. Don’t come back until I have served my destiny: making 50 Spicy Deluxe Crispy Chicken Sandwiches,” Luna scowled. “That means you too, Gwen.” 
We all slowly backed out of the kitchen and back to the counter. 
“Okay, we are gonna try to handle this Karen. I’ll try to calm her down if she goes nuts and you two need to just smile, nod, and reassure her that her food will be out soon. Let’s go,” Gwen ordered. 
“Hi there, ma’am. Your order will be out soon,” I said cheerfully. 
“Good. If it’s not out soon I WILL complain to the manager!” she said, annoyed. 
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The Karen walked out as Luna came to the counter. “Luna, I don’t know how you did it, but you did,” Oliver gasped. 
“Actually, I just gave her expired food from the trash. I didn't want to cook 50 Spicy Deluxe Crispy Chicken Sandwiches,” she explained. 
“Okay, that makes sense.” I pointed out. 
“Welp. That was most of our shift. Should we leave now?” Luna asked. 
“Wait, how has it already been 3 hours?” Gwen asked. 
“The Karen kept going places and coming back to check on her order and a lot of customers came by too,” Oliver said. 
“Ah. Well you guys can go home now. Go do whatever you’re going to do on Halloween night,” Gwen said. So we headed out and back to the dorm. 
We changed into our costumes and started walking to the community center. Luna had looked up the directions on her phone and we were walking. 
“i’M iNvIsIbLe,” Oliver said, crazily. 
“Annd Oliver’s lost it,” Luna said with a grin. 
“Yep. Come on, Invisible Man, we gotta go to the community center,” I said, patting his back. Finally we arrived at the community center Halloween party. 
“Woohoo!” I shouted. It looked pretty fun. 
“What should we do first?” Oliver asked. 
“I’m gonna go get some food, you guys can come if you want, but I'm not sharing!” Luna shouted. I laughed a bit and we went over to go get some food with Luna. There was a veggie platter and a lot of Halloween themed treats. 
“Oh, this werewolf is gonna feast like a bear before hibernation,” Luna drooled, staring at the cookies, cupcakes, and cakes (oh my!). We each grabbed a paper plate and began our feast. 
I grabbed a few cookies with frosting that made them look like mummies and pumpkins. I also grabbed a small red velvet bloody eye cupcake. Oliver grabbed a few of the bloody eye cupcakes too along with a pumpkin cookie. Luna grabbed an astronaut cookie even though it didn't really match the theme and she also grabbed a bloody eye cupcake. 
We started heading over to the drink area and I was about to get some Coca Cola when— 
“No coke for you! Aren’t you a little young to be drinking Coke, Olive?” Oliver asked. 
“I’m 15. If anything, I could be drinking 2 whole bottles of this,” I said. 
“I dunno….” Oliver began. 
“You want all the Coke, don’t you?” I questioned. 
“Maybe.” 
“Well, I'm still getting a cup!” I yelled, running off. As I was running, I bumped into somebody and we both fell to the ground. Luckily, my Coke didn't spill on either of us. “Oh, I'm so sorry! I  wasn’t watching where I was going and—” I began, helping the other person get up. 
“It’s fine!” he said. “Seriously, I don’t mind getting a bit wet. You’re a skeleton, right? Nice costume!” 
“Oh! Thanks! And you are… Mr. Frond? From Bob’s Burgers?” I asked. 
“Yep! I got my therapy dolls right here. Come children, follow me into the pit!’” He quoted. 
“Oh my god, you are a true fan of Bob’s Burgers,” I said, impressed. 
“I mean, I usually wear a sweater vest and have glasses on anyways so I might as well. What’s your name?” he asked. 
“I’m Olive. You?” I asked. 
“Desmond.” 
“Nice name! Hey what’s that in your ea–” I began, before realizing. This kid needed a hearing aid, and what if he doesn’t like talking about it, or—
“Oh, that’s my hearing aid. I’ve always needed one in my left ear. I’m really just deaf in that ear, luckily it’s not both,” he said. 
“Okay. I wasn’t sure if you don’t want to talk about it and right when I said that I realized, and well, yeah,” I finished. 
All of a sudden, Oliver and Luna ran up to me. 
“OLIVE!” Oliver yelled. 
“SPACE!” Luna shouted. 
Why was I not surprised she yelled ‘space’ even though it wasn’t even close to anything we were talking about?  
“Annnnd these are my friends, Oliver, The blonde, and Luna, the one who just yelled Space. She loves Space,” I sighed. 
“Ah. Nice to meet you two, I'm Desmond. Or you can call me, Frond. James Frond. I have a license to consul,” he mimicked. 
“Okay how many of those did you memorize?” I asked. 
“‘Call me. If my mother answers, hang up.’ ‘I know. It's over. You don't throw up in the bathroom, wipe your mouth on a girl thing, and get a third date.’ ‘This is my tough voice, so when you hear it, you better fear it.’” He quoted. 
“Oh my god I have never seen Bob’s Burgers but just by listening to you quote this character it’s making me sad because this character sounds sad.” Oliver groaned. 
“What’s Bob’s Burgers?” Luna asked. “I only know The Simpsons. Wait Oliver, if you ever get a son I feel so sorry for him.” 
“Why?” Oliver asked. 
“Because then they’d be a SIMPSON! HA HA! Get it? A simps-son? Hehe.” Luna laughed. 
“Ok, C’mon Desmond, Let’s go over here before they get us all kicked out with their fighting.” I said, nudging Desmond over to a different direction. 
We walked over towards the bleachers in a gym there and sat down on them. 
“So…” I began, “Weird question, what’s your sexuality? I don’t know why I'm asking. I just want a conversation started before I pass from the awkwardness of this conversation.” I asked. 
“It’s fine. I’m Asexual and Arosexual.” He said. 
“Ohh~ No love for Mr. Frond?” I teased. 
“Not this Mr. Frond!” he laughed. “You?” 
“Lesbian. Oliver’s straight and we don’t know what Luna is. Personally, I think she’s a whole new species. We discovered her first so we’re calling her species ‘Luna-Lilly’. Because we can,” I joked. 
“I barely know you guys and yet it feels like I already know so much about Luna,” Desmond said. 
Then I noticed Oliver walking up to us. 
“Hey, Olive, hey Desmond. Luna is dancing and I know nobody else here. And also, I needed to get away from Luna. She already ate her Bloody Eye cupcake and astronaut cookie,” he explained. 
“So I'm guessing Luna is the crazy girl in your group,” Desmond sighed. 
“Yeah,” Oliver said. 
“And let me guess, you’re the snobby sports boy who is really actually nice. And who is also a simp?” Desmond asked. 
“HEY-” Oliver yelled. 
“By that he means correct,” I laughed. 
“And okay, wild guess here, but you are the reasonable but crazy sometimes one that also, has a super unpredictable personality that can be hard to identify,” Desmond said super quickly. 
“Oh my god, Phillip Frond is actually doing his job, guys,” I said, shocked. 
“Wait, but then what are you?” Oliver asked. 
“Me? I’m the smart alec kid who is also funny and shy at the same time. Also the kid with glasses and may or may not be addicted to D&D because the kid is a nerd. I could go on and on, I could explain every natural phenomenon. The tide, the grass, the ground. Oh that was just Maui messing around. I’m sorry, my older sister loves that movie and forces me to watch it so often.” Desmond laughed. 
“YOU JERK!” I laughed, nudging him. 
All of a sudden some girl ran past us. She had blonde hair with a rainbow streak and glasses. She was holding a backpack with glitter falling out. Other girls ran after her. 
“PANDORA, NO-” they yelled. 
“God this town is weird,” Luna said, walking up to us with a cup full of glitter. 
“Did that girl sell you glitter?” Oliver asked. 
“Maybe…” she said, about to stuff the glitter into her mouth. 
All of a sudden one of the girls from earlier ran up to us. She slapped the glitter out of her hands. 
“Aww!” Luna cried. 
“NO. NO. YOU DON’T EAT THAT. IT’S NOT EDIBLE. SHE GOT THAT GLITTER FROM NORTH KOREA ON THE BLACK MARKET. YOU DON’T EAT THAT. NOOOOOOO,” the girl hissed. 
“Rianna, HELP. PANDORA HAS MORE GLITTER! HELP MEEEEEE!!!” one of the other girls yelled. 
“I’M COMING, RAVEN!!!!!!” the first girl, apparently Rianna, yelled.
“My glitter………” Luna cried. 
“Luna, no-” Desmond said. 
“There’s no stopping her, Desmond,” Oliver sighed.
“At least it’s not powdered sugar. I don’t know why she brought that to school.” I sighed. 
“Hey guys……do you hear that…….?” Luna asked. We listened. We just heard people and some music. 
“What?” Oliver asked. 
“.....SPOOKY SCARY SKELETONS SEND SHIVERS DOWN YOUR SPINE-” Luna started screaming. 
“NO-” Oliver yelled. 
“SHRIEKING SKULLS WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL SEAL YOUR DOOM TONIGHT!” I yelled. “ADMIT IT SIMP, YOU LOVE US!” 
“I’m leaving.” Oliver said, walking away. 
“Do I wanna know?” Desmond asked. 
“No. No you don’t.” I laughed. 
“Of course I don’t.” Desmond sighed. “Oh, Ah!” 
“What?” I asked. 
“My hearing aid, it's going on the fritz again. I just gotta fix it…and done! Hearing aids are no fun kids.” Desmond laughed. 
“Cool Hearing aid!” Luna said. 
“Thanks. I like your hair. How’d you dye it? And wait, what's your natural hair color?” Desmond asked.
“Oh we don’t talk about that. This,” She said, pointing at her hair, “Took HOURS. We don’t talk about that.” 
“And what's your natural hair color?” Oliver asked, walking back into our love for calling him a simp arms. 
“....Oh that? It is Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote.” 
“Oh no…” Desmond said. 
“What?” I asked. 
“It’s Despacito….” Desmond cried
“Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) (Sube, sube) Oh!” 
Oliver smiled. 
“HEY NOW YOUR AN ALL STAR GET YOUR GAME ON-”
“Hey. I just met you. And this is crazy. But here’s my number. So call me maybe-” Desmond sang. 
“Blue his house With a blue little window And a blue corvette And everything is blue for him” I sang. We eventually sang so loud that everybody just stared at us. 
“Can you shut it? It was peaceful until you little children came in here.” a brown haired woman asked.
We all stopped and stared at the woman. Luna glanced at us. 
“Despacito Quiero respirar tu cuello despacito Deja que te diga cosas al oído Para que te acuerdes si no estás conmigo Despacito Quiero desnudarte a besos despacito Firmar las paredes de tu laberinto Y hacer de tu cuerpo todo un manuscrito (sube, sube, sube) (Sube, sube) Oh!” We all sang. 
“Leave. Now.” The woman said, pointing at her name tag. It said she was the manager or something, probably a staff person.. So we left and headed outside. Oliver and Luna were walking in front of us. Me and Desmond were in the back. 
“Aw man that was awesome!” Desmond yelled.
“Sorry for getting you kicked out.” I laughed. 
“It’s fine!” He said. I was walking a bit ahead of him. We reached the crossing part of the street near the corner of the street. We checked both ways and no cars were coming. We were walking and all of the sudden I saw a light. Then I got pushed to the sidewalk. I heard a loud noise, there was ringing in my ears. I slowly got up as Oliver and Luna ran to something behind me. I turned around.
“DESMOND!”
= Chapter 10: The Hospital =
“WHAT HAPPENED?” The Nurse yelled, leading Desmond’s hospital bed into the emergency room. 
“H-HE PUSHED ME OUT OF THE WAY AND TOOK THE HIT FROM THE CAR. I DON’T KNOW WHAT KIND OF CAR IT IS THOUGH-” I began, yelling. 
“FORD F-SERIES PICKUP TRUCK, GOING AT LEAST 67 MILES PER HOUR, IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE.” Luna yelled.  
“YOU’RE GONNA TAKE CARE OF HIM RIGHT? HE’S GONNA BE OK RIGHT? RIGHT?” Oliver asked, yelling. 
“DESMOND! IT’S GONNA BE OKAY, OKAY DESMOND? IT’S GONNA BE OKAy!” Desmond’s sister yelled. 
Then they had us let go of his bed, leaving us waiting there in the hallway. Desmond’s sister broke into tears, collapsing onto the floor. She looked older than him. She had Reddish Brown hair like mine, just a bit darker brown. 
I bent down next to her. “Hey it’s gonna be ok…” I said, not even sure if I should believe what I was saying.
Oliver bent down also, patting her back. “Come on, we should probably go to the waiting area.” He said, helping her up. 
We walked to the waiting area, I couldn’t think straight. Maybe if I had been behind him this wouldn’t have happened. We helped Desmond’s sister sit down and we sat next to her. I was on her right and Oliver was on her left, while Luna was sitting next to me. 
“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. And what’s your name?” I asked. 
“M-M-Mabel.” She cried. 
“You know, Desmond mentioned you a bit. He said you loved Moana.” Oliver said, trying to make her feel better. She nodded. All of the sudden, a Red haired woman came stumbling into the waiting room.
“Hey, there's my Mabel! How’s your brother? And have you seen my-Oop! There it is!” She said, really weirdly. She was holding a drink in her hand. 
“YOU!” Mabel yelled. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?! YOU DON’T DESERVE TO BE HERE!” 
“What? I can’t go visit my OWN SON after I accidentally hit him?” She asked, all loopy. 
“OH YOU KNOW DANG WELL WHY YOU SHOULDN’T BE HERE.” Mabel began, starting to stand up.
“I’m gonna go call my dads…” I said, tearing up. I walked over to an empty hallway. I took out my flip-phone and dialed Dad’s number. 
“Hey Dad?” I asked. 
“Hey Olive! What's up?” He asked. I started to tear up. 
“Uh well-” I began, barely able to speak. 
“Olivia, are you okay?” He asked, getting nervous. I could just tell that my father was motioning Father to come to the phone. 
“W-Well, Me, Luna, and Oliver went to the community center halloween party and we met a really nice kid around our age, Desmond. When we left Luna and Oliver were ahead of us and I was a bit ahead of Desmond while we were talking. We had gotten to a crosswalk and while me and Desmond were crossing,” I said, starting to really tear up now. 
“I saw a light and then I got pushed to the other end of the crosswalk. I turned around and-and-Desmond got hit by a car. We’re at the hospital now with his sister and I'm just scared and nervous and-and-” I basically started crying, 
“Could you guys come to the hospital? I just need to see you guys. We’re at Elmwood Hospital. It's like 20 minutes away from the school. Please come.” 
“Of course, Olivia. We’re heading out now.” Dad said. 
“Okay.” I said, hanging up. I slunked against the wall and slid to the ground. I started crying a bit. Maybe if I had been behind Desmond this wouldn’t have happened. This is all my fault. Then I saw Oliver and Luna come up to me, sitting next to me. 
“It’s gonna be okay.” Oliver said. 
“But will it be? We don’t know that. We don’t know if he’s gonna be okay, Oliver. For all we know he could be de-de-I can’t even say it. This is all my fault!” I cried. 
“This is not your fault!” Luna yelled, angry. 
“THEN WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE THAT LUNA? WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE IF I HAD JUST BEEN BEHIND HIM, OR IF I HAD US CATCH UP WITH YOU GUYS THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!?!?” I yelled.
“YOU DON’T THINK I’M FEELING THAT TOO? MAYBE IF I HAD STAYED BEHIND WITH YOU TWO OR HAD STARTED A CONVERSATION WITH DESMOND HE WOULDN’T BE HERE!?!” Oliver yelled, staring at me. 
He sighed.  “I-I’m sorry, Olivia. Just, this is hard on me too.”
I gave him a hug. 
“Luna, are you feeling the same feeling we are?” I asked.
“Yeah.” She said, I could hear her tearing up. 
I held my hand out for her and we all just hugged. After a bit we went back to the waiting area. Mabel was sitting there, her mom nowhere to be seen. 
“What happened with your mom, if you don’t mind me asking?” Luna asked. 
“Oh uh, She left after I told her me and Desmond don’t wanna see her ever again. Luckily we both live at that boarding school. But I'm a senior and Desmond’s a Freshman. I don’t know where I'll stay when I graduate.” She said, tears still in her eyes. 	
“Hey I never asked, What are your guy’s names?” 
“I’m Olivia, but you can call me Olive.” 
“I’m Oliver.” 
“I’m Luna.” 
“Hey Luna, I've been meaning to ask, how did you do that medical stuff to Desmond while we were waiting for an ambulance? And how did you know what car hit him and what speed it was going?” I asked. 
“Oh, well my parents have sent me to medical camp one too many times, and I’ve always liked cars.” She said, sighing. 
“Well I think that's really cool.” Oliver said. 
All of the sudden two people bursted through the hospital doors, they were my dads. I stood up and ran, hugging them.
“Oh honey, are you ok?” Dad asked. 
“Just barely, I'm glad you guys showed up.” I said.
“We’re here now.” Father said, squeezing me. 
“Let's go sit down…” I said. 
We went back over to the waiting area and sat down. Mabel had tied her hair up into a bun, tears still in her eyes. 
“Oh sweetie,” Dad said, kneeling down to her. “Are you ok?” 
“N-No. My brother just got hit by a car driven by my own mother.” She said, her voice cracking up. 
Dad hugged her. I was glad I had really nice dads. We sat back down and I sighed. 
“These are my friends, Luna and Oliver.” I said, pointing at them. 
“Hi Mr. and Mr. Quinn.” Luna said. 
“Hey Mr. and Mr. Quinn.” Oliver said. 
“Hello.”
“Hi.”
All of the sudden a nurse walked over to us.
“Hi, are one of you the parent or guardian of Desmond Allen?” She asked. 
“I’m his sister, our mom isn't here.” Mabel said, standing up, “Is my brother gonna be ok?” 
“Well…that depends on your decision…” She said, 
“What is it?” 
“He….needs a replacement.”
“What replacement?”
“Well, he needs a type of prosthetic arm. His right arm got badly damaged and we need to amputate it. Or else it’ll get really infected that it could spread to his other wounds that just need some bandages. You can choose which kind.”
“Robotic might work, since he could be able to use that arm better…”
“Okay but the cost is….” The nurse said, whispering into Mabel’s ear. 
“B-But that's so much, My family has never even had that much!”
Father stood up, “We could help pay for it. We know what it’s like to have somebody who you would do anybody for, and well, we have some money to share.”
Dad nodded.
“Oh I couldn't ask that of you two-”
“Please, let us do this.” Dad said. 
“O-Okay.” Mabel said, happy.
“Okay then,” the nurse said. “The procedure will take a while, so you could stay here or go home. But if you do decide to stay, our hospital takes care of all the people who stay here waiting for any family or friends. We can give you blankets, food, and water.” 
“Really? Thank you so much!” Mabel said, so happy. 
The nurse nodded and went to tell the doctors.
Mabel started to cry happy tears. I felt happy for her. Me, Oliver, and Luna refused to leave when it got dark out, so we all stayed at the hospital. I couldn’t believe that Desmond would need a robotic arm. Neither could Oliver and Luna. When it was morning we got some breakfast and talked a bit. Then a nurse came up to us. 
“The surgery was successful. We didn't want to alert you until he would wake up soon.” She said, smiling. 
Mabel started crying happy tears. We came up to his room. He wasn’t wearing his glasses or hearing aid. They must’ve gotten damaged in the crash. He was wearing a hospital gown and had a blanket on. Mabel knelt beside him. 
She stared at him, and his arm. She looked happy and sad and scared all at once. Me, Oliver, and Luna were on the other side of the bed while My dads were in the hallway, they felt that since they didnt know him they probably should just wait in the hallway. All of the sudden Desmond’s eyes started to move. He slowly opened his eyes. 
“D-Desmond-” Mabel said, tears in her eyes.
Desmond smiled. 
“What can I say except, you’re welcome…!” He said, in a raspy voice. 
Mabel laughed a bit. 
“Desmond, I'm so glad you’re ok. I waited all night for you to wake up, and your friends are here too, they waited with me.” 
Desmond turned to our side. 
“All that glitters is gold and all that shines break the mold…” He laughed. 
“Save your strength for something that's not by Smash Mouth.” I laughed. 
“Yeah. Like Decspacito.” Oliver joked. 
“I’ll sing it anytime for you!” Luna said. 
Desmond smiled. Then he looked at his arm, his smile dropped and he went pale. 
“Desmond, I'm so sorry. We don’t know if you would have made it without one of these.” 
“B-But how can we afford this?” He asked. 
“Well, your friend Olive. Her dads offord to help pay the costs. They wouldn't let me say no.” 
He turned back to me, tears in his eyes. 
“Thank you so much. Please tell your dads that also.” 
“O-Of course.” I said, tears forming in my eyes, “We’re just glad you’re ok.” 
He turned back to Mabel. 
“What about Mom?” 
“W-Well. She was the one who caused all this…I told her we didn't want to ever see her again. It’s for the best.” Mabel said, grabbing his robotic hand. 
“Let me guess, you tried to stop her from hitting me but it was too late?” He asked. 
“You were always so smart.” She laughed, shaking her head. 
“Really? I thought I was the best little brother in the world!” He joked. 
“You’re both.” Mabel said. 
“Hey, I stopped home earlier and I grabbed something. Can you guess what it is?” 
“Moana?” 
“No,” She laughed. “Your favorite. D&D.” 
Desmond sat up a bit. 
”Really?” He asked, excited. 
“Yes really! We can all play it if you want. But I think your friends are newbies though.” Mabel laughed. 
“Let’s do it!” He said, cheering. 
We played D&D for the rest of the day.
= Chapter 11: Natasha =
I woke up on a regular Tuesday. It was a few days after Desmond was in the hospital. He still was, but we had to go back to school. I sat up in my bed and yawned. My computer dinged. I grabbed it and opened it up. 
Dear Students of Elmwood High School, There has been a delay in classes so we will start class at 11:00 instead of 8:30. Yours truly, Principal Sanderfelt. 
I smiled. I looked over to Luna, she was sleeping, but only half of herself was on the bed. She had a karaoke microphone in her hand. For a second I forgot where she got it from, but then I remembered. 
“GO GO GO-” Luna shouted, grabbing my hand and forcing me to grab Oliver’s.
“Why are we running-” Oliver asked. 
“HEY, THAT'S MY MICROPHONE-” Somebody shouted.
“RUN RUN RUN-” Luna yelled. 
“LUNA WHY-” I yelled. 
Yep. Luna stole that. I slowly walked over to her and slowly grabbed the microphone out of her hands. I turned it on to ‘Regular Mic’ and sat on my bed. 
“Hello Folks!” I said, mimicking radio people, “Today is a wonderful 30-40 degrees out and oh boy it sure is cold. Anyways, Students of Elmwood High you sure are in luck today, classes have been delayed ‘till 11:00 AM so I could let you guys sleep ‘till 10:00 but you know what? I think I'll make sure you guys hate me and wake you up at a solid 7:30 AM. Now isn’t that nice? And a special shout out to the sun for not doing its job and making us warm and not freezing. This is Olive Quinn, signing off!” 
“I’m up, I’m up, would you mind helping me take down my pigtails? It’s too cold…” Luna asked. 
“Wow, I can’t believe Miss 'I’M NEVER LETTING MY TAILS DOWN’ wants Olive to take her pigtails down.” Oliver said, yawning. 
“Oh shut it.” Luna laughed. 
“Okay, I'll let them down.” I said, walking over to her bed. She sat on the edge of it and I sat behind her with my legs crossed. 
Okay Olive, don’t embarrass yourself. You’re only sitting behind your crush untying her hair. Sure you’ve pushed your feelings down so you won’t have to admit you have a crush on Luna, but just keep your cool and everything will be okay. I thought to myself.
I finally let both of her pigtails down, it took forever. Luna had really long hair. Her hair went right to her waist. 
“Dude, your hair is long.” Oliver said, shocked. 
“Long hair. Both a blessing and a curse.” Luna sighed. “Anyways, Olive, do you know how to make a braid? I never learned how and it might be fun to put it up in a braid.” 
“Sorry Luna, I don’t. I’ve never really had long hair. Besides, whenever I had long hair my dads would always put it up in really weird ways. I don’t mind it but it happens all the time so I switched it to short hair and never again.” I said. 
“Aw man! Could you at least help me brush it? I really need to.” She asked. 
“Sure!” I said, as Luna handed me a brush.
I held part of her hair and started brushing. Her hair wasn’t too messy but wasn’t too straight either. It was nice brushing her hair. 
“Olivia and Luna sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in the baby carriage!” Oliver joked. 
“Oliver and Gwen sittin’ in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage!” Me and Luna both sang. 
“Hey Oliver, don’t you want your hair brushed?” I asked. 
“No thanks!” He laughed.
Then there was a knock at the door. 
“Hey Oliver, would you mind getting the door? I’m brushing Luna’s hair and I can’t.” I asked. 
“Sure!” Oliver said, getting up. 
He walked towards the door and I heard a girl with a strong russian accent say, 
“Hey Baby Cousin!” 
“No way-Natasha is that you?!?!”
“The one and only! Bring it in!” Oliver and the girl embraced for a minute or two. 
“I missed you so much! Now come in, come in!” 
Oliver and a girl with blonde hair, green eyes, a tan beanie, white t-shirt, dark blue-grayish coat, brown scarf, jeans, and black boots. Her ears were pierced all the way up to the top. 
“Hey guys, I would like to introduce to you, my older cousin, Natasha!!!” He said, as if she was a celebrity.
“Hi, I’m Olive! Nice to meet you!” I smiled.
“Name’s Luna! Hey by any chance, do you know how to do a braid?” Luna asked. 
“Hello, nice to meet you. And by chance, yes I do.” She said sitting next to me, braiding Luna’s hair, “When me and Oliver were little, he used to call himself ‘Mini Natasha’ because he grew out his hair and said that I was his hero.” 
“Awww!!” Me and Luna both screamed. 
“Wanna hear more embarrassing stories about him? I have plenty to go around!” She laughed.
“WAIT NO-” Oliver yelled.
“Like time he called our Babushka ‘Baboon Butt’ Oh boy she was mad!” She laughed. 
“Wait, Oliver’s Russian?” Luna laughed. 
“He never said- We are third Russian. I cannot believe he never said anything!” She said, surprised. 
“No, never,” I responded, shocked. 
“Oliver Sherman Volkov! I can’t believe you never talk about culture with friends!” Natasha yelled. 
“And I can’t believe that you’re a blonde now.”
“My hair changed over time. Do you like it?”
“We look super similar now. Girl version of me.”
“Okay, boy-version-of-Natasha-but-with-black-streak.”
“Wait, Oliver, your middle name is Sherman?” I asked. 
“Yes…” he sighed. 
“My middle name’s Marie!” Luna said.
“Yeah, mine’s Nancy,” I said. 
“And I have braided your hair,” Natasha said. 
“Woah, cool!” Luna cheered, holding her long braided hair.
“Nice job, Natasha!” I said. 
“Why thank you. Would you like to hear more stories about Oliver?”
“YES PLEASE-” Me and Luna both yelled. 
“First I have to deal with two annoying girls and now my cousin has to come in and encourage them. Great. Just great. And are Aunt Thalia and Uncle Max here too? To you know, tell more embarrassing stories?” Oliver complained. 
“No, they sent me here for boarding school. And I also missed my baby cousin. So it’s just me.” Natasha smiled. 
“Wait if Oliver is younger than you then how old are you?” Luna asked.
“I am 17. I’m sophomore here.” Natasha said, as we got comfy on Luna’s bed. 
“We’re both 15. Wait Oliver, if you’re 16 then how come you don’t have a car!?!” I asked. 
Oliver mumbled something under his breath. 
“He failed drivers test 3 times, Mother and Father told me. I also heard you crash car multiple times.” Natasha smirked. “Oliver! Do you remember time you had crush on girl, Kaylee I believe, and you knew she liked A Christmas Story?” 
“Please not this story again-”
“Spill the tea,” Luna said. 
“Anyway, you thought if you put whole tongue against metal pole, it wouldn't stick, and she would get impressed? Well, in winter, you put whole tongue on pole and you ended up in ER. If you had my parents instead of hippies, you would never hear the end of that,” Natasha laughed.
“Oh my goddddddd…….” Oliver groaned. 
“Oh my god, Oliver was a ladies girl even as a little kid? And he put his tongue against a pole because he was stupid? Wow, Oliver is dumb AND a Simp!” I joked. 
“Oh! One time Oliver wrote story for teacher; there was assignment, but because he not know what words he had to use, he wrote down words he got from TV. Turns out, he was on MA channel. Whole story consisted of bad words and phrases. He failed assignment.”
“Oliver, we never would've taken you for a bad boy. How old was he?” Luna asked. 
“Five.”
“How did you not get in trouble?” I asked.
“Like I said, hippies for parents. They let him get away with anything. Even that time when I dare him to drive car in garage and he crash it through the wall. He never said I dare him but hippie parents did not care,” Natasha said.
“#SpoiledKid,” Luna said. “I would never be able to get away with that stuff, my parents would be like, ‘LUNA MARIE CASSIDY! STOP DOING THAT, STOP DYING YOUR HAIR, STOP THINKING ABOUT SPACE, STOP THINKING ALL THESE WEIRD THOUGHTS, AND JUST STOP DOING EVERYTHING YOUR DOING!’ Like they don’t like my personality AT ALL. Why do you think I ended up in a boarding school? They either want A. For me to become that nice perfect girl. Or B. So they can get away from me for 4 years. I feel like it's the last one…”
“That sucks. But you're here now and it looks like you haven't changed. And also, if you look at your whole side of your room there is space stuff everywhere. It's clear why you are always happy,” I said. 
“So, Natasha, when did you move to Russia?” Luna asked.
“Oh. Well, when I was seven we moved out of hippie house and moved to Russia. Oliver was 6 at time.” Natasha shrugged.
“Do you have any other embarrassing stories?” Luna asked, curious.
“O-oh! Do I?!?” She laughed. “Ok well, one time-”
“Stop! Just stop!” Oliver yelled. “Why don't you guys shout out embarrassing stories of yourself instead of ME!” 
“Okay,” I said.
“We could do that,” Luna said.
“Sure. Besides, they are useful.” Natasha smiled.
“Okay, I’ll go first,” I began, “One time I was at a coffee shop and I saw a cute girl and I walked up to her to try to talk but I got nervous and just shouted out ‘LESBIAN’ and ran away. And I think I forgot to pay for my coffee.” 
“One time I was at my great uncle’s funeral and I had bought cookies and I was really hungry and I ended up bringing them to his funeral and I said, ‘I hate to do this, but I brought cookies.’ and then my parents wouldn't speak to me for a week,” Luna said. “Oh! And one time I got an F on a test and the teacher was mad about how I yelled “WHAT?!?” about it because I had studied so hard and she said, “DETENTION!” and I reached into my pocket and pulled out an Uno reverse card and said “Uno Reverse” but that ended up with me getting double detention. Didn't know what was a thing.” 
“Luna what were you thinking-” Oliver began.
“Absolutely nothing!” Luna screamed. “And one time a teacher taught us that ‘Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me’ so I threw a dictionary at her head.” 
“Okay, I think Luna might be crazy,” I joked. “Anyways, One time I was going to be picked up for a doctors appointment so I waited down at the office, the secretary left to do something or something like that and then I walked over to the intercom and sang ‘Never Gonna Give You Up’ and nobody came to stop me until after I was done. And, during a show and tell I wanted to sing a song and I didn’t realize it back then—because I was 6— but I sang a very inappropriate song and I got in trouble.” 
“You guys are insane. Anyways, one time I had wisdom teeth pulled, and I had fever next day so I was in pain. Then I had wandered into woods and fought bear. Turns out it was just oversized rabbit. I own rabbit now. His name is Chompy. He likes to eat.” 
“Did you bring Chompy with you?” Luna asked. 
“He in dorm. After all, last time Oliver came in contact with rabbit he kicked it.” Natasha said, staring at him. 
“OUT!” Luna yelled at Oliver.
“NOW.” I yelled. 
“WHAT? YOU CAN’T KICK ME OUT OF THE DORM!” Oliver yelled, confused. 
“LEAVE!” Me and Luna both yelled. 
“We’ll settle the punishment for your crimes later….” I said, staring at him.
“I WAS 5-” Oliver exclaimed. 
“THAT'S NO EXCUSE!” Luna yelled. 
“IT. WAS. DEAD.” Oliver yelled. 
“IT BREATHED.” Natasha yelled. 
“AFTER I KICKED IT BACK TO LIFE!” Oliver yelled.
“YOU CAN NOT KICK SOMETHING BACK TO LIFE!” Natasha yelled. 
“YES YOU CAN! IF YOU KICK IT HARD ENOUGH YOU PROBABLY COULD!” Oliver exclaimed. 
“NO-” I yelled.
“THAT'S NOT HOW THE CIRCLE OF LIFE WORKS OLIVER-” Luna yelled. 
“I'M LEAVING-” Oliver yelled, walking out the door. 
“WE HAVE CLASS AT 11:00 DON’T BE LATE-” I yelled. 
“I WON'T BE!” Oliver yelled, slamming the door. 
“And to think I let him hold my guinea pig……” Luna said, disappointed. 
“Uh, anyways, one time I said my favorite holiday was Valentine’s day and then my dad chased me around the house with a turkey. He loves thanksgiving.” I said, traumatized. 
“What is wrong with your dad!?!?” Luna yelled. 
“I will literally hurt you if you say one more word about my dad like that.” I said. 
“OKAY OKAY OKAY I WON’T-” Luna said, scared. 
“Oh! I got one. So, before I left for Russia we went to Disneyland and met Cinderella. Oliver thought she flirt with him. So then when we take photo Oliver flirt with Cinderella. She so confused and embarrassed that she just walk away. Oliver cried for a while.” Natasha laughed. 
Me and Luna laughed so hard. Luna actually fell off the bed. 
“I’m okay!” she laughed, getting up from the floor.
Oliver truly was insane.
= Chapter 12: A Bad Day for Luna =
I woke up to the sound of Luna’s ringtone. 
ShE LiKeS tHe bReAd iN tHe bAnD! ShE sAiD i’M hEr aLl tImE fAvoRiTe! He- hE- hEy-hEy! ShE’s a BaGuTtE! a BaGuTtE! A sUpEr BagUtTe! Luna picked up her phone and put it to her face.
“Who is it?” Oliver groaned. Luna just got up and walked into the bathroom. Me and Oliver looked at each other, confused. 
“What the heck?” I whispered. Oliver just shrugged. 
“And what's with that ringtone?” he asked, falling back asleep. 
Luna walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, looking sad. Her PJ’s were a gray T-shirt and black shorts. She grabbed some flip-flops that she probably stole and walked out the door. 
“Wow, she didn’t even change into one of her ‘Luna Fashion’ outfits,” I said, worried. “We should follow her.” 
“Noooooooooooooooo…..!” Oliver groaned. I got out of bed and grabbed his arm. 
“C’mon,” I said. 
“Nooooooooooooo……………!” he kept sighing as I literally dragged him out of bed. 
“We’re leaving.”
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy……….?” 
“Because Luna’s upset.”
“Can you at least let me stand up so I don't get rug burn on my face?”
“Fine,” I said, letting him stand up.
“Let’s go,” Oliver said, walking out the door.
We walked down to the dining hall to see if Luna was there. Believe it or not, she was. She made a pot of coffee, and instead of grabbing a cup, she just took the coffee pot. She sat down at a table and started to drink out of the coffee pot before she immediately pushed it away because she forgot how hot it was, but doing so she spilled very hot coffee on herself. We walked over to Luna. 
“Are you okay…?” I asked, concerned. 
“You didn’t even change into your own fashion sense or whatever,” Oliver said. 
“I’m fine,” she said, annoyed. 
“Are you sure you’re fine?” Oliver asked. “You don’t seem fine.” 
“I. Said. I’m. Fine,” Luna said, staring intensely at us. “Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go get some towels and a change of clothes.” 
We grabbed some granola bars and walked back to the dorm, where Luna was gone. On her bed were torn up clothes. 
“What the heck happened here?!?” Oliver yelled.
“Did Luna rip up her clothes?!?” I yelled. 
“WHERE IS LUNA!??!” Me and Oliver both yelled, looking at each other. 
It was 7:30 so we had only half an hour to look for Luna. We quickly got changed and walked around the school.
First we checked the cafeteria (also known as the dining hall), then we checked all the courtyards, then we just randomly roamed the hallways. No Luna. Then the bell rang and we headed off to class. We had history today, since it was our odd period day.
We talked about emperors from all sorts of places. It was interesting. When class was over we roamed the halls for a quick minute before the bell rang and we headed to our next class, which was Home Ec. 
The school figured since we’re living in dorms we should probably all take the class. We walked in and got to our seats. Our teacher, Mrs. Mayfield said we would be baking cupcakes today. I wasn’t sure why we were baking cupcakes today but I figured we should probably save some of ours for Luna. 
“Remember everybody, make sure to stir it real good! And make sure to get all the ingredients in there or it won’t taste as good!” She said, walking around the room. 
“What kind of cupcake does Luna like best?” I asked. 
“I think it's birthday cake.” Oliver said. 
Luckily, Mrs. Mayfield let us use the mix you buy from the store, she said we would be making them from scratch later on. We grabbed the birthday cake mix and poured it into the bowl. We grabbed the eggs, butter, flour, sugar, vanilla extract, milk, baking powder, and a spoon to stir. Oliver had the job to crack the eggs and he got the eggs all over his apron. I just laughed and laughed. 
“AT LEAST I'M NOT LIKE YOU WHO GOT FLOUR ALL OVER HERSELF, O-LIV-IA!”
“Ah,” I said, wiping a tear from my eye, “Mrs. Mayfield is gonna be so mad that you wasted perfectly good chicken babies!” 
“.......do you mean those yellow bird peeps…..?” 
“N-No. I mean eggs. Oliver how dumb are you?”
“Dumber than you-WAIT NO-”
“You just said it, you are dumb!!!”
“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy………..”
“Now clean your egg mess before Mrs. Mayfield see’s it.” 
Oliver cleaned up the mess and we continued making the cupcakes. We put them in the oven for a while and while we waited we cleaned and then we just talked. Oliver grabbed his phone to watch videos of That Vegan Teacher because it was funny to see her insane rants. 
When the cupcakes were ready we took them out and started decorating them. Oliver put on the bright neon-sky blue frosting and I put on the sprinkles, which consisted of silver balls and golden stars. When we finished we both wanted to try them, but we only made 6 and we wanted to save ours for later. We put the cupcakes into a container with paper-towels in them and we went to lunch.
There were sloppy joes for lunch, Oliver bought one while I just got a salad. We walked to the table we usually sit at and saw Luna was sitting there. 
“Hey Luna!” I said, calmly.
“How are you feeling?” Oliver asked. 
Luna just stared at her Sloppy Joe. 
“We made cupcakes in Home Ec. Want one? We made them just for you!” I said, grabbing one. 
“No thanks.” she said, emotionless.
She didn't speak at all during lunch. We finished our food and we asked Luna if she wanted to come with us. She shook her head. First we went to Natasha’s dorm. We knocked on the door and she answered it. We gave her a cupcake. 
We talked for a minute and then we went to McDonalds. We saved a cupcake for Gwen and hid it in her Employee Locker with a note. Oliver was still simping over Gwen. Then we went to the hospital. Our lunch was coming to an end soon so we had one of the nurses deliver it to Desmond. We got back to school and we hurried to our next class, STEM. 
It was a pretty interesting class. But whenever we chose partners I always chose Oliver, but I'm 1000% sure that if a different girl asked him to be his partner he’d choose her right away. It was a pretty regular day in STEM so we just chilled. Then we had our last class of the day. English. 
I don’t know why but it seems like every English teacher is out to get me. For example, in 1st grade, My english teacher was Mr. Brown. He was always mad at me if I spelled a hard word wrong (Mississippi! A first grader! C’mon, Brown! I was 7!) and he never let any of us have free time.
In 2nd grade, it was Mr. Brown AGAIN. He had changed the grade he was teaching in and I got stuck with him again. Neither of us were happy. It felt like 3rd grade was the only time I ever got a good English teacher: Mrs. Sky. She was super nice and never got mad. But after 3rd grade it only got worse.
Mr. Simone, Mrs. Bennett, Mr. Ben, Ms. Dungeon (who was the worst, especially because her name has the word DUNGEON in it), and Mrs. Adam. This year now we have, drumroll please, Mr. Clark! Who I would have hoped to be like Mr. Clark from Stranger Things, but no. Talk about opposites. 
Luckily we didn't get homework, but we had to hear his nasty attitude. Finally, when class was over we retreated to our dorm. Luna wasn’t there. But her phone was. 
“Olive, no—that’s an invasion of privacy—” Oliver said, trying to get me to not look through her phone. 
“I have to! Besides, I’m worried about her! She’s so sad and depressed, she tore up an outfit and instead has been wearing just a plain gray jacket with jeans and a white shirt! She even refused a CUPCAKE. A SPACE THEMED CUPCAKE, OLIVER! She doesn’t just wake up like this! She started acting weird after that call she got! I have to see who it’s from!” I exclaimed. 
“Fine,” he said as I saw who called her. “Who called?”
“Her parents…” I said, staring at her phone. 
“No wonder Luna’s so upset,” Oliver sighed. 
“I’m gonna go look for her. You stay here in case she comes back.” I said. 
“What? Do you have a crush on her or something? You keep doing stuff like messing with her hair, or get really worried, like more worried than you should be about her,” Oliver asked. 
“Maybe I do. And maybe neither of us will be able to get the girl in the end. But we have to try,” I said, walking out the door.
“Does that mean my relationship with Gwen is still a possibility?”
“Oliver, no-” I said, closing the door. 
I started walking through the halls, worried about Luna. Finally I found her walking. I was about to walk up to her when I saw that girl from the Halloween party running up to her. I hid behind the corner and watched. 
“Hey! I remember you! You're that girl I sold glitter to!” she yelled.
“Hey. I remember you too. Pandora, right?” Luna asked. 
“Yep! Luna?” 
“Yeah.” 
“Why are you sad?” Pandora asked. 
“I dunno. I’m usually not sad,” Luna sighed.
“Well, did something happen?” 
“I got a call….from my parents….who hate me… I’m usually not sad when they call, but I dunno, today’s just different….”
“I can help with that!” Pandora cheered. “I’ll give you some advice. If your parents say anything bad, like horrible, horrible, things, maybe for you to change, don’t. Just don’t. They don’t understand the uniqueness of you. They don't understand how special and wonderful you are. You just need to be yourself and not care about what they say. What anyone says. Just focus on how amazing you are and your friends. I’m sure they’d agree with me. And I'm sure that they know and would love to tell you how amazing and wonderful and special and unique you are.” 
Luna looked up off the floor at Pandora.
“That… really helps, Pandora…” Luna said. 
“You’re welcome!” Pandora said. 
“I-I gotta go,” Luna said, turning around. “Thanks for the advice!”
“You’re welcome!”
I hid as Luna ran past me. When she was gone I ran back to the dorm, luckily Luna wasn’t there. 
“Quick!” I yelled, “Act natural!”
I jumped on my bed. As Oliver was about to ask why, Luna opened the door. 
“Hey guys…” Luna said, waving.
“You okay?” Oliver asked. 
“Feeling better.” 
“You wanna talk about it?” I asked. 
“Maybe later.”
“Wanna do something?” Oliver asked. 
“Sure. Roller skating?” Luna asked. 
“Do you even know how to Roller skate?”
“No…but I can stand up for at least 5 seconds!” Luna cheered. 
I sighed. “Sure. Let’s go.” 
“What?! What about my opinion!?!” Oliver asked. 
“No. You don’t get an opinion,” I said.
“Let me just change into a better outfit,” Luna said, walking into the bathroom.
“Go.”
“What?” 
“GO GET READY!” I exclaimed. “NOW!”
“OKAY, OKAY, I'M GOING-”
“GO.”
“WHY DO YOU HATE ME!?!?”
“LOOK IN THE MIRROR, OLIVER. THAT’S WHY.”
“Burnnnnnnnn!!!!” Luna yelled from the bathroom. 
Sick burns are my jams.
= Chapter 13: Roller Skating =
“Skate Skate Revolution.” I said, as we walked up to the Roller Rink.
“Like Dance Dance Revolution?” Luna asked, very confused. 
“Yep. Wait-Luna-I just realized you were wearing that. Why are you wearing that?” Oliver asked, pointing out her outfit. 
“Well I think that a Chester from the Cheeto Franchise onesie is amazing, thank you very much.”
“Where did you even get that?” I asked. 
“From the dumpster!” she said, making the SpongeBob rainbow GIF. 
“What the heck is wrong with you?” Oliver asked. 
“Everything.” She said, repeating the same SpongeBob GIF. 
“Let’s…..Let’s just go in….” I sighed.
We walked into the Roller Rink. It was big. The walls and the small wall things around the rink were purple, while the carpet was Roller Skating themed and the wooden floor to skate on was a bright oak. We walked over to the counter to get our skates and helmets. The girl there was one of the girls we saw at the halloween party.
“Konichiwa!” She exclaimed. 
“Hello!” Luna exclaimed. 
“Hey.” I said, nudging Oliver to say hello.
“Sup?” Oliver asked. 
“What size and color of the skates?” She asked. 
“Gold, and 7!” Luna said. 
“Black and 11.” Oliver sighed. 
“Teal, and 8.” I said. 
“Ok! Coming right up!” She said, handing us our shoes. “Names Eri, If you need help on the rink just wave and I'll come on over!”
“Ok! I’m Olive, the person dressed as Chester from The Cheeto franchise is Luna, also Luna I don’t know how you're gonna get those feet to fit in the roller skates they’re too big.” I said. 
“I’ll find a way!” She cheered. 
“And this is-” I began, before getting pushed out of the way.
“I’m Oliver. Eri, Right? So uh, what are you doing on Friday night?” Oliver asked, being a ladies man. 
“Working, i'll be working friday, Same with saturday and sunday. If you are trying a pickup line you should try that on an old friend because that does not work with me. Also Luna, you will need a smaller size. You have to get them tight so that's not going to work unless you want to crack your head open. Skate at your own risk.”
“Okie Dokie….then uh i’ll take uh a 6?” Luna asked. Eri went to the back and grabbed a size 6.
“Have fun! I'll be here and remember, if you need help just wave!” Eri said. 
We put on our skates and tried our best to go over to the rink. We could barely stand up. Luna stood up but then couldn’t control the direction so she was literally standing, and accidentally leaning a bit, so she was moving all around the rink, while standing still. 
“Ok everyone, Luna has broken the laws of physics, Luna has broken the laws of physics.” Oliver said, sarcastically. 
“Oh my god i’ve become godddddd….” Luna said. 
“No you’re Santa claus.” I said, joking.
“Bow down to me or no presents this year.” Luna said, in a demonic voice. 
“No.” Me and Oliver both said, staring at her. 
“OH GOD I’M FALLING-” Luna screamed, falling to the ground. 
“Oh you’re fi-AHHH!” Oliver shouted, falling. 
“And Olive is the winner!” I said, standing tall. “Clean up on aisle 4!
Then Oliver and Luna grabbed my feet and pushed me to the ground. “OH APPLES!” I yelled, falling. 
Then a song started playing.
“AHH!!! TAYLOR SWIFT!” Oliver's fan-girl screamed. “Oh uh I mean, a song is playing. By a person.” 
“Aww, Oliver fan-girl screamed for his fAvOrItE person in the world!” I said, baby talking to him. 
“Taylor Swift!” Luna yelled. 
“Why do you guys do this to me?” Oliver asked, so done with his life. 
“You did this to yourself.” Luna said. 
“Not us.” I agreed. 
“SIMP!” We both yelled out. 
I waved over to Eri to come help us out. She rolled on over and helped us skate. 
She helped us and taught us cool tricks. You put one leg up and hold that leg. It was a pretty cool trick. 
“i’M a SwAn!” Luna cheered. “You’re not a swan!” I said, in the same tone of voice as her. “You’re just mad because you’re not Father christmas!” She laughed. 
We were there until like 6:00. When we finally went back to the dorm Oliver’s feet were sore and we just made fun of him.
= Chapter 14: Acne, Pimples, and Zits! Oh My! =
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Somebody screamed, which is how I woke up on a lovely Saturday morning. 
“Who? What? When? Where? Why? How?” I said, basically jumping out of my bed. 
“MY FACE MY BEAUTIFUL FACE!” Oliver cried, running out of the bathroom. 
“Oliver, what makes you think your face was ever beautiful?” Luna asked. 
“NOW’S NOT THE TIME TO BE JERKS, LUNA! MY FACE! IT’S RUINED!” Oliver shouted.
At this point I decided to actually open my eyes and look at Oliver. When I did, I saw that he had a bunch of acne, so he broke out. 
“Oliver. You broke out. Big deal.” I said. 
“It IS a big deal Olive! I’ve never had a pimple before in my life!” Oliver screamed. 
“I find that very hard to believe.” Luna said, trying to go back to sleep.
“MY LIFE IS RUINED!” Oliver cried. 
“Oliver, I’ve had many breakouts in my life. Started when I was 11 or 12 and I still have them. You’re. Fine.” I said. 
“I’ve had breakouts before too. And boy were they bad. I started getting them when I was very young too. But if it ever got so bad I would just put on some make-up. I mean, I don’t really like makeup but if my parents forced me to go to a fancy place I had to put on makeup. But breakouts usually go away within 3-7 days. You’ll be fine, Oliver.” Luna yawned. 
“THEY ALL HURT. THEY ALL LOOK WEIRD. AM I DYING?” Oliver asked. 
“No. You’re not dying, and yes they hurt, but they’ll be gone soon, and don’t touch them, it’ll make the pain worse.” I sighed. 
“Can I just pop them? I want to pop them.” Oliver said, freaking out.
“DON’T POP THEM!” I yelled, “It could damage your skin!”
“AHHH!” Oliver high pitched yelled, trying to crawl away from his hand. 
“STOP BEING SO DRAMATIC!” Luna yelled. “I JUST HAD TO WAKE UP TO YOUR STUPID SHANANGANS AND I JUST WANT TO SLEEP. AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD OLIVER, IF YOU WERE A GIRL YOU WOULDN’T LAST A DAY!”
And then Oliver basically started crying in the corner, with his legs to his chest, rocking back and forth. I walked into the bathroom and changed. When I was done I motioned Luna to do the same. 
“Oliver, we’re going out to get you some cream and stuff for your acne. Stay here. Don’t do anything. And just-just don’t pop your pimples.” I said, walking out the door along with Luna. 
“AHHH!” Oliver screamed. 
We closed the door and walked to the nearest Target. 
“Oh my god how dramatic is Oliver?” I asked. 
“TOO dramatic!” Luna laughed. 
“Dude if Oliver was a girl we would NEVER be able to survive, I mean we go through so much more stuff during puberty. It sucks. And I too, find it very hard to believe he’s never had a pimple before.” I joked. 
“Ah, seriously, we have it worse. Sometimes, at least.” Luna shrugged. 
“Anyways, What type of stuff do you use for your acne?” I asked. 
“Just cream and ointments. You know, the usual.” She shrugged again.
“Same. We should also pick up some ice for Oliver, I heard ice helps with swelling.” I said, walking to the face and cleansing aisle, “I also heard aloe vera helps, so we should pick up some of that.” 
On our way to the face and cleansing aisle we passed to toy aisles. All of the sudden Luna stopped walking. I turned around to look at her, only to find her giving me puppy dog eyes. 
“What do you want?” I sighed.
“Can I get slime?” She said, staring into my eyes. 
I just stared at her. 
“I’ll be goooood!” She promised. 
I sighed, “Fine. What color? And don’t get it on our clothes or the carpet. Only play with it on a hardwood floor or Oliver's bed.” 
“Bright neon sky blue!” She said, racing off to get it, “AND DON’T WORRY! I PROMISE!” 
I sighed as she ran. All of a sudden in the corner of my eye I saw hair dye.
“MY PRECIOUS….” I hissed.
My hair was starting to fade anyways, it couldn't hurt to get just a few boxes….right? 
“Olive, you have a problem.” Luna said, when I walked over to her with boxes of hair dye in my arms.
“S-Shut up! You have a problem!” I said, pointing at her as all the boxes fell out of my hand. “Ok maybe you have a point. But I'm still buying them.” 
“Fine. Now let's go to the face and cleansing aisle.” Luna said, “Also did you happen to get any hair dye for me?”
“Yes.” I whispered back. 
“Thank you…!” 
We walked into the aisle and basically knocked most of the cream and ointments into the bag, along with some aloe vera. Luckily, we were using ONE OF Oliver’s credit cards. Man he’s rich. 
“It’s probably good we got this stuff, for you know, when we break out.” Luna joked. 
“Yeah. Let’s just hope it works. Or else Oliver will become the biggest drama queen in all of Rhode Island.” I said, laughing. 
“Yeah!” Luna laughed. 
“Oh my god…..” I said, astounded at what I was looking at.
“What is i-Oh my god.” Luna said, looking at it.
“We need to buy this.” I said, staring at her.
“Yeah. We really do.” Luna said, staring back at me. 
***********************
“Oliver we’re home- OH MY GOD WHAT IS ALL THIS JUNK??!!?” I yelled, looking at our dorm. 
Oliver was laying on his bed with a face mask and cucumbers on his eyes. The floor was covered in boxes, plastic and a lot of useless stuff. 
“Oliver is that a humidifier-” Luna began,
“WHERE DID YOU GET THIS STUFF?!?! WHY DID YOU GET THIS STUFF?!?! WHY CAN’T YOU LISTEN TO US WHEN WE SAY DON’T DO ANYTHING?!?!?” I screamed, interrupting Luna. “And sorry for interrupting you.”
“It’s fine.” Luna said. 
“Well after you left I went online and bought all this ‘junk’ to help with my breakout. And I think it’s helping?” He kinda asked. 
“Oliver what the heck is wrong with you?” Luna asked. 
“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU GUYS!?!?! YOU BOUGHT AS SEEN ON TV ICE SCULPTURE MAKER!” Oliver asked. 
“................Ice sculptures are cool……….” I said, “Pun intended.” 
“And besides, who DOESN’T want to make an Ice Sculpture of themselves?” Luna asked. 
“Ok that’s true.” Oliver agreed. “But did you buy anything for MY BREAKOUT!???!” 
“Yes. We bought a bunch of ointment, cream, hair dye-” I began. 
“WHY DID YOU BUY ALL THAT HAIR DYE?!?!” Oliver yelled. 
“YOU KNOW WHY!” I yelled, “Anyways, and some Aloe Vera. And since Luna was being good she got slime.”
“sLiMe.” Luna said, trying to find which bag consisted of her slime. 
“Oliver just take that face mask off, put on this stuff, return everything you bought, and stop whining.” I said, handing him some ointment and cream.
“Fine.” He said, annoyed. 
Oliver took off his face mask, grabbed the cream and ointments, and went to the bathroom to put it on.
“My pores…..my wonderful pores….” Oliver whined. 
“Okay, okay, I got ice for your hideous face.” Natasha said, walking in.
“Hey Natasha. We already got a bunch of cream and ointments that we’re forcing him to put on.” I waved. 
“Good. I was coming by earlier and I saw Oliver being big baby….with stuff all over his face. So I said I would go get ice. And now here you are,” She explained. “Wait….did you get ice sculpture machine?”  
“Maybe,” Luna said, trying to hide it.
“Why did you get that hunk of garbage?”
“Because who doesn’t want to have an ice sculpture of themselves?” 
“But what about when it melts?”
“...........fudge…….”
“Exactly. By the way, cupcake was good. Tasted sweet.” Natasha complemented. 
“Oh god, what are we gonna do with the ice machine?” Luna said, regretting her decision to force me to buy the ice sculpture machine. Okay, maybe I also wanted to buy it, but we aren’t gonna talk about that. 
“You know who would like an Ice Machine? That Pandora girl. So why don't you run along and give that to her. So it’s her problem, not ours,” I said, motioning for Luna to do so. 
“I’ll tell her it makes Glitter Ice Sculptures,” she said, walking out the door. 
“OW!” Oliver winced, messing with his acne. 
“STOP MESSING WITH IT AND MAYBE IT’LL GO AWAY!” I yelled. 
“BUT MY BEAUTIFUL FACE-”
“IT WAS NEVER BEAUTIFUL TO BEGIN WITH!”
And within minutes Oliver was crying under his covers. 
“Is this normal?” I asked, motioning towards Oliver.
“Very. If I were you, I would just ignore it. Or put on his favorite band. Mother told me who it was,” Natasha said, grinning.
“NO-” Oliver began, falling out of bed. 
“Who is it?” I asked. 
“PLEASE DON'T TELL HER-”
Natasha grinned an evil grin. If she had green fur, I would have thought she was The Grinch with that grin. 
“B-”
“NO-”
“T-”
“PLEASE NO-”
“S.” 
“NOOOOO!!!” Oliver cried. 
I just immediately started laughing. I whipped out my phone and called Luna. 
“What is it, Olive?” she asked. 
“O-O-Oliver,” I began, laughing so hard I could barely breathe. “HIS FAVORITE BAND IS BTS!” 
“OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed, bursting out laughing. 
“I mean,” I began, in a soft tone, “Who wouldn’t love that korean boy band?” 
Luna just kept laughing. Sometimes I wonder if we’re being too mean to Oliver. But then I remember, it’s Oliver.
= Chapter 15: Thanksgiving =
“Woo! Thanksgiving break!!” I yelled, kissing my alarm clock as it rang. 
“YEAH!” Luna exclaimed, hopping out of bed. She grabbed Oliver by his shoulders and started shaking him back and forth. 
“WAKE UP IT’S THANKSGIVING BREAK!” She cheered. 
“W-O-O-O-A-H!” He yelled, his voice sounding as if he was speaking into a fan.
“Wait,” Luna began, dropping Oliver onto the ground, “Doesn’t Thanksgiving break start on the week of Thanksgiving and not on Thanksgiving?”
“Well I asked a teacher and she said that here it starts on Thanksgiving so….” I said, picking Oliver up off the ground. “Oh, and Oliver, is Natasha coming with us to your parents or did she get her own ride?” 
“I think she’s coming with us, I'll ask later.” He said, wiping off the non-existing dirt on his PJ’s.
“Ok, And we’re just staying there for a day, right? Or did you secretly schedule a whole 3-day fun trip for us?” I asked, jokily. 
“Yeah, no.” He said, “But maybe pack a bag or two, we have an indoor pool and it is super fun!” 
“Ooh! That sounds so fun! I’ll text my dads!” I said, excitingly grabbing my phone to text them. 
“This is gonna be so FUN!” Luna shouted, excited. 
“Hey, is there anything important we should pack? Other than a bathing suit?” I asked, setting my phone down. 
“Probably not. Really just extra clothes and then whatever for when you guys go home.” He said, grabbing his bag. 
“Ugh, I don’t wanna go home! No matter how much I dislike school, it’ll always be better than my house.” Luna whined, annoyed she would have to go home. 
“I know, but it’s just like a week, then you can come back here and we can get back to doing homework and teasing Oliver.” I said, patting her back. 
“True. But I mean, you try living with my parents. You wouldn't last a day!” she exclaimed. 
I laughed a bit and got changed. When I was done, Oliver got changed while I was packing my bag for Thanksgiving break. 
“Okay, but like, how big is this pool? And how rich is he?” Luna asked, questioning how rich our spoiled brat Oliver was. 
“Who knows?” I said as Oliver walked out of the bathroom.
“Hey, let’s go check on Natasha and see if she's coming with us,” Oliver said, motioning for us to follow him. 
We walked to Natasha’s dorm and knocked on the door. Natahsa opened it, ready to leave. 
“Hey, Natasha! My dads are picking us up to go to Oliver’s house for Thanksgiving. You wanna ride with us?” I asked. 
“No thank you. I’m taking private jet to mansion. Aunt Thalia sent it to me personally. Besides, you already have transportation, and the jet only holds three people. So I will meet you there. Goodbye.” She explained, closing the door. 
“Aww man, I wanted to take the Private jet!” Oliver whined. 
“Y-you own a Private Jet?” I asked, stunned. 
“You do realize nobody owns a Private Jet?” Luna asked, very surprised. 
“Sure, and next you're gonna tell me that not everybody owns at least 5 tigers! Not falling for that!” Oliver said, thinking we were joking. 
Me and Luna just stared at each other. Confused and Annoyed. Questioning how poor we actually are compared to Oliver. 
We caught up with Oliver and went to our dorm. Then I got a text from my dads, saying that they were outside waiting for us. 
“My dads are here! Grab your bags guys, it’s time to go!” I said, excited to see my dads again. 
We rushed downstairs, through the halls and corridors, until we were finally outside. I saw my dads' gray minivan and I was so happy. I ran up to the car as dad was getting out, hugging him. 
“I missed you so much!” I said, very happy. 
“We missed you too!” Dad said, hugging back. 
“Don’t forget about your other dad!” Father whined, getting out of the car. 
“I would never!” I laughed. “Oh, these are my friends! Oliver and Luna!” 
“Hey, Mr. and Mr. Quinn!” Luna said, waving. 
“Hey.” Oliver waved. 
“Hey kiddos! Last time we saw you was at the hospital. But even then we barely talked. How’s it going?” Dad asked. 
“Good! I poured a bunch of glitter into my ice tea but then Olive and Oliver knocked it out of my hands and told me I'm not allowed to eat glitter anymore. Even though glitter is wonderful.” Luna said, annoyed. 
“Luna, that was glitter you found on the ground. You would have gotten SICK,” Oliver exclaimed. 
“IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WORTH IT!” She screamed. 
“LUNA, SHUT UP.” Oliver screamed. 
“Both of you shut up.” I said, pushing them apart. 
“Come on, it's time to go!” Father said, as both he and Dad got in the car. 
“Get in loser, we’re going shopping!” Dad said, quoting Mean Girls.
“Dad, stop quoting Mean Girls!” I exclaimed. 
“Jaxson please stop-” Father sighed. 
“NO HENRY! WANNA KNOW WHY? HUH? BECAUSE AS LONG AS KAREN SMITH IS DUMB, I WILL LOVE MEAN GIRLS!” He shouted, defending his precious movie. 
“Ok let’s just get it-” I began, getting my friends into the car. 
“MEAN GIRLS!” Dad shouted. 
For as long as I can remember Dad has always LOVED Mean Girls. He would always watch it and quote it. One time I got in trouble at school, and my teacher had called Dad to come down to the school to talk about what happened. Of course he was in the middle of watching Mean Girls so he was pretty annoyed. 
When he got to my school he asked what I had gotten in trouble for. My teacher said, “Your daughter said,” She began, whispering how I had said the S and B word from Mean Girls. 
Dad was actually very proud of me, but he told me to never say those words again, but still very proud of me. And I didnt even get in trouble. 
During the drive Oliver had to keep telling Father where to drive. Oliver thought he was just bad at directions, but I think it was because he kept thinking he was getting the address wrong because Oliver lived in a mansion. 
When we pulled in there were two people running out to greet us. A woman, she had long blonde hair, she was wearing a tie dye shirt and light brown cargo pants, she also had a tie dye headband. A man, who had medium length black hair, had pink tinted sunglasses and basically wore the same outfit as the woman. They were probably Oliver’s parents. I now understood what Natasha meant when she said they were hippies. 
We got out of the van and Oliver was greeted by a bunch of hugs from his parents. 
“We missed you so much, sweetheart!” His mom said, squeezing him tight. 
“I missed you too, now get off of me, I can’t breathe!” He said, escaping their hug. 
“It’s so good to see you!” His dad said, smiling. “Did you get the care package we sent you? We had a dove send it.” 
“N-No. Dad, I don't think a dove knows where I go to school.” Oliver said, confused. 
“Aw man! It was full of crystals for meditation and sleep. Dude that sucks!” His mom said, sad that he never got his care package. 
I have a feeling though that he doesn’t mind. 
“Hi there, I’m Henry and this is my Husband Jaxson, we’re Olive’s parents.” Father said, introducing himself and dad to Oliver’s parents. 
“Hi there! It’s wonderful to meet you!” Oliver’s mom said. 
“May the stars align in your favor.” Oliver’s dad said, “I’m Alan and this is my wife Terri.  Seriously, it is truly wonderful to meet you!” 
“Right back at you!” Dad cheered. 
All of a sudden a black Porsche pulled up, and two people got out. They were probably Luna’s parents. The woman had very very light blonde hair, she wore a sleeveless light blue dress with black heels and a small gray jacket. The man had light brown hair, he wore a black suit and a bowtie, along with black dress shoes. Clearly they didn't understand this was a ‘dress however you want’ occasion. 
“Hey mom. Hey dad.” Luna sighed, annoyed. 
“That's Mother and Father to you.” Luna’s mom said, annoyed already. 
“Yo, my dudes! Peace not struggle! Let’s just all settle down and go inside, man! And hey, do you kids wanna go swimming in the pool? It’s really fun!” Alan said, trying to stop an argument from happening between Luna and her mom. “And what’s your name again?” 
“Cynthia. Cynthia Cassidy. This is my husband, Alaster.” Cynthia said, with her guard up. “And I suppose you two are my daughter’s ‘friends’” 
“Yeah. I’m Olive, and this is Oliver!” I said, motioning to Oliver. 
“Olive? That has to be short for something right? I would be disgusted if I had named my daughter after-after-a fruit!” She said, very rudely. 
“Yes. It’s short for Olivia. I just go by Olive because of my hair.” I said, very annoyed. 
“Ah I see, you’re just like our Luna.” Alaster said, putting his hand on Luna’s shoulder. 
“Let’s just go to the pool.” Oliver said, trying to get us to calm down. 
We grabbed our bathing suits and followed Oliver to the pool. 
“I’m sorry about my mom, Olive. She and my dad can suck.” Luna said, feeling bad about how her mom treated me. 
“It’s fine. Besides, if they keep treating me badly, my dads will just ‘talk’ to them about it. So I'm fine.” I said, walking besides her. 
“And we’re here!” Oliver said, as the sunlight glistened through the windows made of glass onto the pool. 
“OLIVER. THIS IS A HUGE POOL. I THINK IT’S BIGGER THAN OUR STATE!” Luna said, astounded at how big his pool was. 
“HOW DEEP IS THAT?!!?” I asked, concerned at how deep it could be. 
“I dunno. Like, really deep though. But don’t worry, I have a few of my butlers as lifeguards in case anything happens.” Oliver said, reassuring us. 
“We’re gonna change into our bathing suits….” I said, dragging Luna to the bathroom. It was in the hallway leading to the pool in case you needed to change or go to the bathroom.
“Luna, you can go first, i’ll wait out here.” I said, leaning against the wall. 
“Okay!” Luna said, skipping in. When she emerged she was wearing a surf short sleeve onesie. 
“Isn’t that for surfing?” I asked. 
“Yeah, I wanna learn how. Also, it seems like all the other bathing suits out there are really inappropriate. So this is like the only thing I will wear for swimming.” She explained. “Here, I'll wait for you now!” 
I changed into an orange print onesie bathing suit. When I emerged, Luna said I looked really nice, which made me fluster a bit. We walked back over to the pool, and waited for Oliver to finish changing. He was wearing black swim trunks. 
“Okay, ready to swim?” Oliver said, excited when he came back. 
“Yeah!” I exclaimed, excited to swim. 
“Woohoo!” Luna shouted, jumping into the pool, with me and Oliver joining her. 
We started splashing around in the water, having a blast. Eventually our parents showed up, Father and Dad got in the pool with us, but I'm pretty sure Dad would rather have spent time cooking Thanksgiving dinner. Also, he’s afraid of heights. The pool was really deep so I think he was kinda scared to be in the pool. Then Natasha showed up. 
“Sorry I'm late. The jet crashed and me and pilot, Sebastian, had to hike here. Luckily we crashed close by. Also I might have fought bear. When we crashed I blacked-out for couple of minutes. I don’t know what was dream or not. And now I am here. In a bathing suit. Ready to swim.” She said, exhausted. 
“How did you survive-” I began, confused. 	
“I’m Russian. What do you think?” She shrugged, getting into the pool. 
A couple of minutes later Alan and Terri greeted Natasha and they sat at the edge of the pool reconnecting. Dad had decided to get out of the pool because he wanted to start cooking. I suspected that he just wanted to actually be able to stand and not be in a very deep pool. 
“Hey guys! Wanna play a game?” Luna asked, kinda bored. 
“Sure, what game?” I asked. 
“Ever heard of Knights?” Luna asked, grinning. 
“No-” Oliver began, “Why?”
“It's where we use pool-noodles and pretend to be knights. It may sound like it's for little kids but it's fun!” Luna cheered. 
“Nope. Let's just play Marco Polo,” I said, not wanting to play a game for little kids. 
“Fine! But can I still have a pool-noodle?” Luna asked desperately. 
“Fine, let me get Natasha, she likes this game.” Oliver said, getting Natasha. All of a sudden, one of Oliver’s butlers handed Luna a green pool noodle. 
“YAY!!!” Luna yelled, clapping.
“Marco-Polo? Sounds like kid in my old school who I made fun of. He deserved it, he was very sexist.” Natasha said, swimming over to us. 
“Do you know how to play Marco Polo?” I asked. 
“Yes.” Natasha said, staring at me. 
“I’ll be Marco!” I said, really wanting to be Marco.
“Ok, close your eyes, and spin around!” Oliver said, excited to play. 
I closed my eyes and spun around three times.
“Marco!” I called out. 
“Polo!” Oliver yelled, his voice sounding far away. 
I started to swim over to where Oliver was, it seemed just as I got close to him Luna called out Polo. I started to swim over to her when I heard Natasha call out Polo. So I was swimming over to her when all of a sudden… 
“RAhHhHhHhHhHHHHHH!!!” somebody called out from behind me, scaring me. 
“AHHHHHHH!” I screamed, opening my eyes. Turns out, it was just Luna. I started laughing and so did Luna.
“Luna Marie Cassidy!” Cynthia yelled. “Stop fooling around and scaring this…this….uh, this young lady…” 
I could tell she was gonna call me something, but Father was there, sitting in a beach chair. He was staring at her, giving her the stink eye that clearly says “If you call my daughter something I will make your life a living-” and she clearly saw it. So she just called me a young lady. 
“Mom!” Luna replied, annoyed, “She didn't mind! We were just laughing about it!”
“Sure you were. Just-just behave!” Cynthia exclaimed, not believing Luna. 
“Excuse me while I swim underwater to scream,” Luna said blankly. 
“......okay…….” I said, not knowing how to respond to that. And just like that, there were bubbles rising up to the surface, and a very wet Luna, too. 
“Yo, Luna!” Oliver called out, “We have too many pool noodles. Do you want them?”
“YES-” Luna exclaimed, swimming over to him. I followed her and by the time I got there Luna had made a whole floating thing out of pool noodles and was laying on it. 
“You know what? I’m just gonna….” Natasha started, pulling out a pool noodle from the middle of her floating thing. Luna fell into the pool as her structure collapsed, or should I say, separated. 
“WHY I OUTTA-” Luna yelled, laughing a bit. 
“Kids! Dinner will be ready soon! Go dry off and we can eat!” Terri said, holding four towels. 
We got out of the pool and grabbed a towel. We grabbed some clothes to change into some clothes. Natasha helped tie Luna’s hair up into a bun, so it wouldn’t get water all over the place. Me and Natasha still had a towel around our necks, My hair was like an inch away from my shoulders, and Natasha’s was like 2-3 inches, we still both needed towels. Just for a minute at least. 
We sat down at the dining table, which was one of those ones you’d find at a castle. Everybody sat down while I went to go check on Dad, afterall, he always needs help when he’s cooking Thanksgiving Dinner. 
I walked into the kitchen and Dad was already done with everything. “How did you get by without any help?” I asked. 
“Your old man knows his way around the kitchen!” He said, grinning. 
I just stared at him before he said, “Ok fine, I may or may not have gotten help from the cooks.” 
“Ah, that makes sense.” I said, sarcastically.
“Now help your dad out by taking some of these dishes into the dining room.” He said, grabbing some plates. 
It took us a couple of minutes, but we got all the food on the table. I was sitting next to Luna and Oliver, Natasha was next to Oliver. We were all sitting across from our parents. I grabbed mashed potatoes, green beans, a turkey leg, baked sweet potato, fluffy potato roll, and gravy. 
Dad always forced me and Father to grab a lot of food, since he worked for almost the whole day on it, even though we never asked him to. So we got used to it and we usually eat most of the food within a couple of days. I started with the mashed potatoes and green beans. I always liked to wait to eat the turkey last, not sure why though.
In the corner of my eye I saw Luna playing with her food, making a face out of the mashed potatoes. 
“Luna, stop playing with your food and actually eat it!” Alaster sighed, annoyed. 
“Sorry….” Luna mumbled, “By the way, Mr. Quinn, this food tastes really good, thank you for making it.”
“It’s no problem at all! And I'm glad you liked it.” Dad said, happy that Luna liked his food. 
“This turkey is SO GOOD!” Oliver exclaimed, grabbing a bit more of the turkey. 
“Reminds me of meat I would devour in woods during father-daughter camping trips. Good times.” Natasha said, reminiscing in the moment.  
Dad just kept on smiling. I could tell he was super happy, me and Father always complimented his food, but nobody else ever got a taste of it. So Dad wasn’t sure if it was just us who liked his cooking or if it was really good. 
Terri and Alan kept complimenting Dad on his cooking, and even Cynthia and Alaster complimented him! Dad was so proud and happy at that moment. I was happy too, since he was so happy. Dad told me that he always wanted to be a cook, but he was never able to. So he became an artist. 
He loved being an artist, but his dream of becoming a chef was crushed. So whenever he cooked for people, or really just me and Father, it seemed like the remaining pieces of his dream were shining. 
When we were done with dinner Natasha fell back in her chair and blacked out. Then she got up and was probably having one of those weird dreams she talked about. 
“Боже мой….” Natasha groaned, rubbing her head and speaking Russian, “That is biggest bear, and most colorful, I’ve ever seen….” She was staring at Luna, who was standing up. 
“Oh boy….” Luna sighed. 
“I. Must. Hunt-” Natasha exclaimed, trying to tackle Luna. 
“OH GOD-OH GOD-OH GOD-” Luna yelled, being chased by Natasha. Me and Oliver got up, chasing Natasha and Luna. 
“NATASHA NO-” Oliver yelled, a bit ahead of me. 
“OLIVER WHY IS YOUR COUSIN LIKE THIS-WHY? JUST WHY-?” I asked. 
“WHYYYYYYYYYYYY-” Luna screamed, as our parents just sat there, staring at us. 
Eventually Natasha woke up, Luna didn’t get hunted, and eventually we said our goodbyes and me and Luna went home with our parents, even though Luna wasn't happy. I was happy, I was home. Me and my dads watched a movie and just relaxed. 
“Ah,” I sighed, drifting off to sleep, “This is the life.”
= Chapter 16: Oliver's Tan =
“Bye Dad! Bye Father! I’ll text you later!” I cheered, closing the car door. 
“We’ll see you during Christmas break!” Father said, waving. 
“GOODBYE, KAREN SMITH-” Dad yelled as an insult. 
Last night we watched Mean Girls again and I may or may not have said my favorite character is Gretchen Weiners, who is not Dad’s favorite. He got mad at me for not liking Regina George. So whenever he gets mad at me, like last night, he calls me Karen Smith, for being dumb about this. 
It’s a joke of course, because he would never call me that to hurt me. He also calls everyone who disagrees with him Karen Smith. Even on his wedding day. 
Father said in his vow, “....even though I don’t understand why you love Mean Girls when Legally Blonde is clearly better-” 
“Karen Smith….” Dad had growled. 
“I’ll see you later guys! Bye! GRETCHEN IS SUPERIOR!” I yelled, running into school before Dad could respond. 
I sighed when I ran in, stopping to look at the busy hallways. I was happy to be back. 
“Olivia!” someone shouted, tripping and falling at my feet. I looked at them, and I realized who it was. 
“Desmond!” I yelled, hugging him. “Oh my god, you’re okay! We were so worried about you! I mean, I know you were in the hospital and stuff but I was still so worried! And I'm glad we go to the same school!” 
“I missed you too! It’s so good to see you again,” Desmond said, letting go. “I really missed you guys. And I liked the cupcake.” 
I smiled, “Thanks! How's life with the, uh…..” 
“The robotic arm? I’m getting used to it. I would love to take it apart and add adjustments to it, but alas, you need two arms for that. And also I'm pretty sure you can’t make adjustments to a robotic arm,” he sighed, looking at his arm. 
“Well, I think in STEM or PLTW or whatever we’re gonna build a robot soon, so I think that’ll be an easy A for you,” I said, trying to cheer him up. 
“Well, robots are my jam!” He winked. 
I laughed a bit, happy to see my friend again. “Hey, do you wanna hang out in my dorm until we have to go to class? I’m sure Oliver and Luna are in there already, and if not, we can wait!” I suggested. 
“Okay!” he said as I dragged him to my dorm. 
We went into my dorm, which was surprisingly empty. Neither Luna or Oliver were there. 
“They must still be coming,” I said, looking around. 
“So, did I miss anything while I was recovering?” Desmond asked, sitting down on my bed. 
“Not really. But we met Oliver's older cousin. She’s now a sophomore here. Her name is Natasha, she’s Russian, and I guess Oliver is too. She’s pretty cool, but, uh, you know what? You would just have to meet her,” I said, rubbing my neck. 
“She sounds fun,” Desmond said nicely. 
“So, uh, how's Mabel?” I asked, not sure what to talk about. 
“She’s good! But I haven’t been able to see her too much…” Desmond sighed. 
“Why?” I asked. 
“Well, since we’re not going to be living with my mom anymore, since, well,” he began, raising his robotic arm. “And my sister is a senior. When she graduates she won’t have a place to stay. Since I’ll become a sophomore when we graduate, I'll still be able to stay here, while Mabel won’t have anywhere to go. So she's been working a lot of jobs to earn money, for an apartment or something we can stay in. I mean, the only other way to find a place to stay would be if Mabel gets held back a year and saves up during that but we would never do that. Mabel has been working jobs before, like before my whole arm thing, but the money she earned was all for food, the necessities you would need, and school supplies. So she’s been working a lot and has barely had the time to hang with me. But I understand, and if I could I would help her out, but I don't know how. I don't really want to get a job. And I know that's kinda selfish but I'm really not good at a lot of things, so I'd probably get fired within a day-” 
I immediately hugged him, feeling horrible for what he's going through. “Nobody should have to go through that,” I sighed, letting him go. 
“Thanks,” he said, with a bittersweet smile on his face. 
All of a sudden, the door burst open. “HELLOOOOO, MY SPACE CADETS!” a familiar voice yelled. 
“Luna!” I yelled, running to hug her. 
“Olive! I’m so glad to see you!” she cheered, embracing my hug, “DESMOND!” 
“Hey, Luna.” Desmond laughed a bit. 
Luna raced over and hugged him. “I thought I’d never see you again!” 
“Luna why-” Desmond began, confused. 
“Because,” she simply explained. “Oh, guys! I visited my grandma over break and look what I brought!” 
She pulled out a ziplock bag full of chocolate chip cookies. 
“Cookies!” me and Desmond both exclaimed. 
“Yep! She even included her secret ingredient in ‘em!” Luna cheered. 
“Is it nuts? Because I'm allergic to nuts…” Desmond asked. 
“No, she also has a nut allergy so nothing she makes has nuts,” Luna explained. She held out two cookies to the both of us. I grabbed a cookie and ate it. It was so good. 
“These are so good!” I exclaimed. 
“Yeah! Tell your grandma I like her already! Especially since these cookies are amazing!” Desmond cheered, finishing his cookie. Luna just smiled until the door burst open once again. 
“Hello, ladies!” Oliver yelled, being the dork he is. “Desmond! Oh my god you're okay!!!” 
“Hey! Oh my god-” Desmond said, in shock. 
“OH MY GOD-” I exclaimed. 
“OH GOD-” Luna screamed, in utter fright. 
“What-?” Oliver asked, confused. 
“Y-Y-YOUR TAN!” Luna exclaimed, hiding behind Desmond.
“HELLO 9-1-1?!? YES IT’S ME CHAD. I WOULD LIKE TO REPORT SOMETHING. MY FRIEND GOT A TAN THAT HE LOOKS BAD IN AND ME AND MY OTHER FRIENDS ARE SCARED! YES I’M SERIOUS CHAD. YOU CAN’T STOP ME FROM CALLING CHAD! THIS IS A REAL EMERGENCY CHAD! THIS IS NOT GOODBYE CHAD. HEY! DON'T YOU HANG UP ON ME CHA-annnndddd he hung up on me.” I exclaimed.
“I’m concerned that both you and the officer know each other's name.” Desmond sighed. 
“Really? The tan is THAT bad?” Oliver asked, annoyed. 
“YES!” We all exclaimed. 
“So that trip to Hawaii was for nothing…” Oliver sighed. 
Then Natasha walked through the door. 
“Please tell me that is spray-on tan….” She sighed. 
“It may or may not be.” Oliver said, very stubbornly. 
“Go wash it off.” Natasha said, pointing to the bathroom. 
“Fine….” Oliver sighed, walking to the bathroom.
“Oh.” Natasha said, noticing Desmond, “Is this intruder? Do I need to hunt intruder?”
“No!” I exclaimed, “This is Desmond, he’s our friend. We haven’t seen him since halloween when..uh....”
“I got hit by a car and I went to the hospital and got a robotic arm. Also I’m deaf in one ear, not from the crash.” Desmond explained.
“Oh. You are cool in my book, nerd. Are you a cyborg?” She asked. 
“Uh…..I guess-” Desmond began.
“We are friends now. I am friends with a cyborg. This is best day ever.” Natasha said, happily hugging Desmond. 
“Oooookayyyy then.” Desmond said, clearly uncomfortable. 
“GUYSSSS!” Oliver yelled. 
“What is it?” I asked, annoyed. 
“THE TAN’S NOT COMING OFF!” 
“WAS IT SPRAY TAN?” Luna yelled. 
“YEAH…..”
“OLIVER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR SKIN?” I yelled. 
“I CAN’T HELP IT IF I HAVE WONDERFUL SKIN, OLIVIA.”
“YES YOU CAN!” Natasha yelled. 
“I’M PRETTY SURE YOU CAN! ALSO, WHY ARE WE YELLING?” Desmond asked. 
“BECAUSE YELLING’S FUN!” Luna yelled, “LA LA LA LA LA!” 
“AW NO! WHAT ABOUT WHEN WE GO TO WORK TODAY?!? WHAT WILL GWEN THINK OF ME WHEN MY SKIN IS ALMOST AS DARK AS HERS!” Oliver cried. 
“Oliver, Gwen has a boyfriend.” Luna said, annoyed. 
“So?” Natasha asked, “You could still date her. Or break them up. Trust Natasha, Natasha knows best. Natasha predicts they will get married, and have twins.” 
“Natasha no-” I began. 
“Natasha, yes. You’ll thank me later.” Natasha said walking out, “Goodbye Desmond.” 
“Okay Oliver, it’s clearly not gonna come out before class, so you're going to class like this.” I said, annoyed. 
“wHy wOn’T iT cOmE oFf-F-f?!?!” Oliver cried, coming out of the bathroom as pathetic as he is. 
“There, there. Have a cookie.” Luna said, patting his back and handing him a cookie. 
“These are really good….” 
“Thank Grandma Kathleen.”
”Thank you Grandma Kathleen.” 
“Ok now that we all thanked Grandma Kathleen, can we please go to class before we’re late?” I asked. 
“Yep. I’ll uh, see you guys later.” Desmond said, walking out.  
“Ok, let’s go.” I said, dragging Luna and Oliver out the door. 
******************************
“Finally, we're done with the day.” Luna said, plopping down on her bed.
“No we’re not. In an hour we have to go to work.” I said, facing the hard truth. 
“I’m gonna spend the next hour trying to get this tan off.” Olive said, walking into the bathroom. 
“And we will be binge watching a show.” I said, opening up my computer to my Netflix account. “What should we watch?”
“Lost in Space-e-e-e-e-e-e…..” Luna cheered quietly, dragging the last word out. 
“Fine but if I don’t like it, we’re not watching together anymore.” I explained. 
“Oh you’ll like it….”
I clicked on the show and we were watching episode one. After 50 minutes we had to turn it off. 
“That was episode one?” I asked. 
“Yeah.”
“I loved it.” 
“Told ya.”
“Ok Oliver, c’mon. We gotta get to work.” I said, knocking on the bathroom door.
He walked out, looking like he had Vitiligo. 
“At least you got some of it off.” I said, trying to make him feel better. 
“Let’s just go…” Oliver sighed, walking out the door. 
“Let’s follow.” I said, dragging Luna with us. 
We walked to McDonalds and we went in the back and changed into our uniforms. 
“Oliver dude! What happened to you?!? Why is your skin like mine? And why do you all the sudden have Vitiligo?” Gwen asked, surprised. 
“I got a spray tan during break and it won’t come off…..” 
“Oh my god you’re such an idiot.” Gwen sighed. 
“I know…..” Oliver groaned. 
“Let's get to work.” Gwen sighed.
All of a sudden two women in black dresses came in. One was holding a violin, the other a viola. 
“Uh….Welcome to McDonalds, how may I take your order?” Gwen asked, plain out staring at them.
They started playing a song similar to “I want candy”. 
“WE WANT TWO BIG MACS!” One sang. 
“PICKLES! MUSTARD! KETCHUP!” The other sang, as the music stopped. 
“O-okay.” Gwen said, putting in their order.  
“Oh my god this is the weirdest day. In. My…life.” Gwen whispered, in a very raspy voice. 
“You mean one of the best?” One of the women asked, as the other one held out a hat for tips. 
I slowly put $5 into the hat. 
“THANK YOU!” They both yelled. 
“You’re welcome….” I whispered, in the same raspy voice as Gwen. 
Luna put out the Big Macs, Gwen grabbed them and handed it to them. 
“That’ll be a total of 8 dollars and 49 cents.” Gwen said, as they gave us money. 
I gave them another five dollars, “Do this everywhere you go…” I whispered, as they nodded. 
“Welp,” Luna exclaimed, kicking open the door to the kitchen, “That was weird!” 
“Agreed.” Gwen said, still trying to wrap her head around what happened. 
“Yeah….” Oliver sighed, still upset that he now has Spray Tan Vitiligo. 
“I don't know how to feel about this.” I said, blankly. 
“Life. This is why I don’t interact with people. Life.” Gwen growled. 
A few hours passed by and it was time for us to leave. 
“Hey Gwen. Ready to leave?” Gwen’s boyfriend asked. 
“Hey guys, this is my boyfriend, Maxx.” Gwen said, introducing us to Maxx. 
“Hey. I’m Olive. That’s Oliver, and this is Luna.” I said, pointing to the others.
“Uh, hi.” Maxx growled, giving a lot of shady vibes, “Let’s go babe.” 
“See you later.” Gwen said, walking out with her boyfriend.
“I don’t like him.” Oliver sighed. 
“I know what you mean, I'm getting some real shady vibes from this guy.” I said, crossing my arms. 
“I mean, he has a motorcycle so he’s cool in my book.” Luna said, shrugging. 
“Luna shut up.” I exclaimed. 
“What? Motorcycles are COOL!” She exclaimed, complaining. 
“But ARE they Luna? Are they?” I asked, in an annoyed tone. 
“No………but just IMAGINE! You're holding on tight to the girl or guy you’re in love with, as you guys are on a motorcycle. Gives me the chills.” Luna said, drooling. 
“Ok and we’re leaving.” Oliver said, dragging us home. 
We started to walk home, before me and Luna forced Oliver to stop walking so we could get some ice cream. We hoped it would make him feel better, it did a bit. But not too much. We continued our walk home. 
When we finally got home me and Luna just continued watching Lost in Space while Oliver tried to get the rest of the tan off. After 2 or 3 episodes, which are like 40-50 minutes, Oliver came out of the bathroom, you could barely see the tan on him. 
“Nice job, Oliver! Getting that tan off!” Luna cheered. 
“Glad you got it off!” I cheered. 
“I’m going to bed. Thanks. Goodnight.” Oliver sighed, falling face-first to the floor. 
We were about to check on him before we heard snoring, so we just left him alone. I couldn't help but feel bad for Oliver, he got really embarrassed in front of his dream girl, and she doesn't even like him. I think he knows he probably won't get the girl in the end, but he still wants to try. He has the determination all of us need at some point in our lives. 
Sure he can be….Oliver at some times, but I think he’s actually really nice at heart. I kinda admire Oliver, for his determination for love. I could never be like him towards Luna, so I admire him for that.
= Chapter 17: Detention =
“Luna why-” I began, confused at Luna. 
“I’m sorry that I got detention, I can't help it-” She exclaimed, annoyed. 
“Luna, why did you get detention?” Oliver asked. 
“Ok so in my home ec class, we were cutting something. But, My Grandma Kathleen always says ‘Scissors are always better than Knives for cooking and baking!’ So instead of using a knife, I used scissors and Mrs. Mayfield kept telling me to use the ‘proper’ tools and I ignored her and she got mad at me and I got detention.” Luna explained. 
“Luna, maybe you shouldn't listen to your grandmother’s advice anymore.” I calmly said to her. 
“Yeah, that sounds very reasonable.” Oliver agreed with me.
“I’ll never stop listening to her…” Luna growled. 
“But Luna, we we’re supposed to watch Lost in Space again, and order Pizza! Now we’re gonna have to cut that short by an hour!  And we we’re supposed to study for that math test!” I growled at her. 
“I know! I’m really sorry, Olive!” Luna apologized. 
“Welp, there’s only one thing to do!” Oliver exclaimed. 
“What?” Me and Luna both asked. 
“Sneak Luna out of detention and return her before anybody notices!” He exclaimed. 
“Oliver no-” I began. 
“Yeah that could work!” Luna agreed with him. 
“Guys no-”
“So how would this work?” Oliver asked. 
“Guys am I the only one who sees what’s wrong with this idea-” I asked. 
“Desmond,” Luna began, as Desmond was walking by us, “Tell me, is it a good idea to sneak me out of detention like from one of those sitcoms?” 
“Luna no-” Desmond began, agreeing with me without knowing it. 
“Told you so.” I said, annoyed. 
“Natasha,” Oliver began, pulling Natasha over and forcing a conversation, “Is it a good idea to sneak Luna out of detention like in one of those sitcoms?” 
“Sounds fun. I’d say do it. Or I will.” Natasha said, in a shady way, agreeing with Oliver. 
“Gwen,” I began, pulling her over after seeing her walk past us. “Oh you guys haven’t met Gwen. Gwen, Desmond and Natasha. Natasha and Desmond, Gwen. Anyways, Gwen, do you think it’s a good idea to sneak Luna out of detention?” 
Gwen just stared at us. “I don’t care, numbskulls. So please leave me alone. Before I use the dark arts against you pilgrims.” She growled, her voice sounding low and angry. 
“I’m scared…” Desmond whispered, hiding behind Natasha. 
“I like her.” Natasha smirked. 
“And I like NOT working very long shifts and barely getting any sleep, only to have to study for a math test. Now excuse me,” Gwen growled, walking away. 
“Okay, you guys can leave and go to class,” I sighed, “In fact, we should ALL go to class.” 
So we parted ways and me and Oliver walked to Chemistry. 
“Okay, this is still a bad idea, but what is your plan?” I asked. 
“Yes! Finally I have a good idea! Ok so, Mrs. Mayfield is gonna be the detention monitor, but she also lets her students hang out in her room even after classes are over and cook and bake because well yeah, she wants us all to have an opportunity too I guess or something. 
“So, if we get Natasha to go in there, maybe accidentally burn something so bad it catches on fire, break stuff, the usual Natasha stuff, Mrs. Mayfield will be so distracted she won’t have time to monitor Luna. So she’d probably tell her to just stay in her seat. 
“But then, we’d sneak her out through the window. There probably wouldn’t be time to watch Lost in Space, which I have watched all seasons, but you guys could study for that math test.” Oliver explained. 
“Yeah no.” I said, speeding up in front of him. 
“Why‽” Oliver exclaimed, confused. 
“Oliver, we aren’t in some sitcom or book! This is real life! That would never work!” I exclaimed, turning around to face him. 
“We could still give it a try!” He yelled, trying to get me to do his idea. 
“And what? It would just get us in trouble!” I exclaimed. 
“PLEASE‽‽‽” He begged, “Or I'll spoil Lost in Space for you!”
“YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” I exclaimed. 
“THE  REASON WHY THEY ARE IN SPACE IS BECAUSE THE EARTH IS-” He began. 
“FINE. PLEASE DON’T SPOIL IT.” I yelled, reluctantly agreeing. 
“YES! WOOHOO!” Oliver yelled, making us get stared at by other students in the hall. 
“Ok, let’s just get to class.” I said, dragging Oliver to class. We sat down in our seats as Professor Jemi entered the room. 
“Hello students!” She exclaimed, “Today, we’re gonna have a free day! Because I don’t have a lesson plan and I'm too caught up in my book, I don't feel like teaching today!” 
“What book is it‽” Someone called out. 
“Oh! It’s Songbirds and Snakes, The last book in The Hunger Games Series! I only read the books, the movies stink…” She exclaimed. 
“Ok, since we have a free period, we should plan how we’ll do this.” I whispered to Oliver. 
“We already have my plan, we just need to get Natasha on board and we can begin.” Oliver said, whipping out his phone. “Andddddd she said no.” 
“Tell her we will give her some pizza if she says yes.” I said, giving her an offer she can’t refuse. 
“She said yes.” Oliver said, as his phone lit up. 
“Perfect. So she should try to cook a turkey and should keep messing up so Mrs. Mayfield won’t have time to monitor Luna, and will be so distracted she won’t have time to ask anybody else to check on Luna.” I explained, nervous about what we were gonna do. 
“We should check if Luna’s on board with this.” Oliver said, starting to text Luna, “And she is spamming BTS songs….” 
“I mean, you like them.” I said, laughing a bit. 
“Shut up.” Oliver growled, “She also said yes. And that she likes pizza.” 
“Who doesn’t?” I asked, “Oh! And I can get Luna to sign my petition after we get her!” 
“What petition?” Oliver asked. 
“T-To get McDonalds to make pizza….” I whispered. 
“Olive no-Olive why-What is wrong with you……” Oliver sighed in confusion. 
“Because Pizza,” I answered. 
“Olive, that’s not an answer-” 
“Yes it is you lowli-” I began before getting interrupted. 
“Class, if you are being loud, I would appreciate it if you would not, please,” Professor Jemi said, laying on her desk with her head and hair  hanging off, reading her book. 
“Strange teacher,” Oliver simply said. 
“That's what makes her an awesome teacher,” I told Oliver.
“Thank you Olive,” Professor Jemi called out. 
“Oh my god are we really being that loud or does she just have really good hearing?” I whispered. 
“I think it’s both….” Oliver sighed.  
“It’s both.” Professor Jemi responded. 
After class we stopped by Professor Jemi’s desk, to apologize for being loud. 
“Seriously, it’s no big deal.” Professor Jemi sighed. 
“Ok, we just feel bad that’s all.” I explained. 
“It’s one of your first free-days, when we have free days and I'm reading we’re quiet, but you didn’t know that so it’s fine. And besides, your plan to break your friend out of detention might just work. And I'll gladly sign your petition.” Professor Jemi smiled. 
“Wait you heard that-” Oliver began, shocked. 
“And you won’t tell on us‽” I exclaimed. 
“And you wanna sign Olive’s petition‽” Oliver exclaimed, amused. 
“Hey!” I yelled, annoyed. 
“Yes I heard it, I have very good hearing. No, I won’t tell on you, because I was just like you kids back in the day, before I became a grown 28-year-old adult so I understand, and yes I wanna sign Olive’s petition, I’ll sign anything.” She explained. 
“Thanks a lot, Professor Jemi!” I exclaimed, handing her my petition. 
“No problem! No go my children, Go before you are late to your next class!” She exclaimed, being all dramatic. 
“Ok then, Bye Professor Jemi!” I waved. 
“Bye Professor Jemi!” Oliver waved with me.
“Okay, up next is Biology. Who’s ready for the class where we dissected frogs on the first day‽” Oliver teased. 
“I still can’t get over it. And I still can’t get those frog gut stains out of my shirt. I can’t believe I managed to spill it on myself….” I mumbled. 
“Oh you’re fine. Besides, Didn’t Luna steal that shirt anyways? Because she said, quote on quote, ‘I like the stains on shirts because of their unique patterns, and also because I’m insane!’” Oliver quoted. 
“She never said that last part,” I laughed. 
“But we were both thinking it!” he laughed as well. 
“Okay, let’s hope we have free time in there too, I still need to study for that math test.” I said, as we got to the classroom. 
“But doesn’t that go against what we’re trying to do? You know, getting Luna out of detention so you guys could study for that math test?” Oliver asked. 
“Yeah, but I could study all night, so I’m hoping for free time!” I cheered, as we were taking our seats. 
“Okay class….today we’re gonna…” Mrs. Julia mumbled, practically gagging, “Today we’re going to dissect frogs…again….” 
“Oh, come on!” me and a lot of other people groaned. 
“I’m sorry, I'm being forced to do this,” she sighed, passing out the frogs. 
“Don’t spill the guts on yourself this time.” Oliver joked. 
“I would ask you to stop it, but I know me and Luna don’t show mercy on you, so go ahead.” I sighed. 
“I would love to, but I’m too distracted by how my frog looks like you.” He laughed. 
“What-” I began, confused. 
“See? It has a red blotch near where your red patch is. And its skin is green.” He teased. 
“My hair is way lighter than that green….” I sighed, annoyed. “Just dissect it already….” 
“You want me to dissect mini-you?” he exclaimed, shocked. 
“My real hair color is a dark reddish brown, and also, yes, just dissect mini-me already,” I sighed. 
“Well, okay, then, goodbye mini Olivia, you shall forever be missed and in our hearts forever,” Oliver teased, pretending to cry as he dissected the frog. 
I rolled my eyes. I could tell Oliver was enjoying every second of this. It was rare for him to be able to tease and actually be good at it. It was also rare that I wasn't teasing him. So he was taking advantage of this moment. 
After Biology we had a few other classes and then it was go time. We met up in the hallway and discussed our plan. 
“Okay Natasha, so you’ll go into the Home Ec class, since we’re always allowed to go in there after school to bake and cook and whatever. But, you’re gonna mess something up so bad that it could cause a fire so Mrs. Mayfield will be distracted and go in there, you’re gonna have to mess up repeatedly until she decides to just have Luna stay put and leave to watch over you. Then, Luna, you will climb out the window with Olive-” Oliver began, before getting cut off by me. 
“Why the window-” I asked. 
“Shush. Then you guys go back to the dorm and study for the math test, make sure to set an alarm on your phone for at least 50 minutes, then Luna will go back through the window, and sit down in her seat like nothing happened.” He finished. 
“And then we hunt.” Natasha said, rubbing her hands together with an evil grin. 
“Natasha no-” Oliver said, staring at her. 
“Natasha, where did you even get that idea-” I asked. 
“Okay I’m off to home ec classroom.” She avoided the question, walking away. 
“Okay, I should probably go to detention now too, before I get in even more trouble for not showing up.” Luna sighed, starting to walk away, “See you guys!” 
“See ya!” 
“Later!” 
“Okay, let’s FaceTime, you can spy on Natasha and hold your phone up, so I can see it while I'm waiting at the window.” I said, grabbing a phone. 
“Who’s phone is that?” Oliver asked. 
“Luna’s. I have a flip-phone so I can’t FaceTime,” I explained. 
“Please let me buy you a good phone. I don’t care how much I hate you but you’re k!lling me with this,” he begged. 
“No.” I declared, crossing my arms. 
I opened Luna’s phone, to which her background was a regular space background, but with cartoon loaves of bread floating around. I don’t care how much I like this girl, she’s insane. I went into contacts and clicked on Oliver’s, which was labeled “✨😍Simp😍✨” 
Oh god, does she like Oliver? I thought to myself, worried. No, No way. It’s impossible at the thought. Don’t think that. 
I checked my contact on her phone. 
“🎊🫒Olive🫒🎊” it said. 
“Okay, then…” I mumbled to myself, facetime Oliver. 
I started walking outside, a bit fast though. I turned around the building to the side, walking to the window of the detention room. I looked inside, Luna was sitting down and Mrs. Mayfield was reading a book. I stood next to the window, looking down at my phone. 
“Okay, what’s Natasha doing?” I whispered. 
Oliver flipped the camera over and showed me what was happening. How do I explain this? So uhm, Natasha, was there. Holding up a dead turkey. That she k!lled with a bow and arrow. You can tell because the arrow is still in it. 
A bunch of the folks there were probably shocked and scared, considering Natasha was holding up a dead turkey. And also probably because she was Natasha. 
“Oh my god what is wrong with your cousin?” I asked. 
“Everything.” Oliver stated. 
“How are you two related?” I asked. 
“I don’t know.” Oliver sighed. 
“MRS. MAYFIELD! COME QUICK!” The girl from the halloween party, Rianna, yelled. 
The Home Ec class was around the corner from the detention room, so Mrs. Mayfield could hear Rianna’s scream of terror. Mrs. Mayfield told Luna to stay and ran to the classroom. 
She had to keep explaining to Natasha that she can’t hunt a turkey and bring it into the classroom. She also said she can’t bring weapons into the school. 
“They’re for protection!” She shouted. 
“WHY WOULD YOU NEED PROTECTION‽” Mrs. Mayfield yelled. 
“OH, I DON’T KNOW, IN CASE BEAR ATTACK OR SOMETHING DANGEROUS. DID YOU EVEN THINK MAYBE IT BECAUSE IT IS A BIG CUSTOMARY IN MY COUNTRY, YOU PIG!” Natasha yelled, getting in the teacher's face. 
“Wait, it is?” I asked. 
“No. No it’s not.” Oliver sighed. 
Mrs. Mayfield sighed, “Sorry. But can you please put away your weapons? And get rid of that turkey.” 
“Fine, but I will not like it,” Natasha sighed, annoyed. 
Mrs. Mayfield walked back to the detention room, irritated by Natasha. She sat down at her desk and went on her phone. 
Oliver motioned Natasha to do more chaotic things. It took her a moment to think of what to do next, but boy it was big. First, she grabbed all the blenders, a bunch of food (crackers, carrots, eggs, etc) and put them in it, DIDN’T PUT ON THE LIDS, set her phone, scarf, and hat down in the hallway, and hit all the buttons on each blender, making everything basically explode.
“FLY, MY BEAUTIFUL MESS! FLY!” Natasha yelled, hand up in the air. 
“MRS. MAYFIELD–” Rianna yelled. 
Mrs. Mayfield got up and ran back to the Home Ec classroom. “WHAT HAPPENED- NO- OH. MY. GOD,” she screamed. “STOP THE BLENDERS!!!”
“Aww. You are no fun,” Natasha cried, turning off the blenders. 
“WHY. JUST WHY,” Mrs. Mayfield shouted in confusion. 
“I wanted to see what would happen if I put food in blenders without lid. Turns out it gets everywhere. Who would have thought? Still fun experiment, though.” Natasha shrugged. 
“Just-Just-Just stop doing what you’re doing and please clean up your mess.” Mrs. Mayfield sighed. 
“With what? Brendon? You want ME, You clean up this mess, by using Brendon?! He is not a towel or broom or whatever you use.” Natasha exclaimed. 
“What-No-What?!? Just-Just clean it up with paper towels and, I dunno, some Lysol wipes.” She sighed, very annoyed and confused. 
“Fiiiiine. But I still think Brendon would have been a better cleaning tool.” Natasha groaned. 
Mrs. Mayfield stayed for a minute to watch Natasha start to clean up the mess and then walked back to the detention room. We decided to wait for Natasha to clean up the mess before we have her move on to the last insane act she’ll do, so then at least it won’t be as messy. When Natasha was done Oliver did a hand signal towards Natasha, letting her know it was time to do a very, very, very insane thing. So insane Mrs. Mayfield would have to stay and watch Natasha.
Natasha grabbed the turkey she had hunted, grabbed a HUGE pancake someone made (Brendon probably made it), and grabbed the sewing machine. She started SOMEHOW sewing the turkey and pancake together, and I think that pancake was as hard as a rock because Natasha slammed it on the table and it made a loud sound and it didn’t even flop around. 
Anyway, when Natasha finished sewing it together, she put it in the oven for a couple of minutes, took it out, grabbed the turkey by its neck, and started to make turkey noises. Horrible impression, by the way. 
“MRS. MAY-” Rianna began, before Mrs. Mayfield ran into the room. 
“I’M HERE!” Mrs. Mayfield shouted. 
“CA-CAW!” Natasha screamed.
Mrs. Mayfield grabbed the weird turkey abomination that Natasha made and put it in the trash. 
“Okay. I’m staying right here. And I’m going to watch you like a hawk. The only reason you’re not getting detention is because I have a feeling that you’d be in more trouble there than in here.” Mrs. Mayfield sighed, annoyed and upset. 
“My turkey….” Natasha cried. 
    	“Oliver, are all Russians like your cousin?” I asked. 
“No, she’s just insane. And acts kinda like a stereotypical russian, which is wrong. Most of us are not like this.” Oliver sighed. 
“Ok, i’ll call you back. I’m gonna get Luna out of here.” I said, hanging up the phone, “Luna! C’mon we gotta study!” 
“I’m coming! And frankly, you’re the one who needs to study! I’m good at math!” She said, opening and climbing out of the window. 
We sat outside next to the window, opening up our backpacks. 
“I still don’t understand why we are doing this outside, which is going against the plan.” Luna said, confused. 
“It’s nice outside! Also it’s the quickest way to get back into detention.” I explained. 
“THERE’S SNOW ON THE GROUND, OLIVE. IT’S THE BEGINNING OF DECEMBER. WE SHOULD BE INSIDE,” she complained. 
“Shush,” I sighed, getting ready to study. 
Luna helped me study for a while. Math was really hard. I always had trouble with math, and of course, I always needed someone to help me. I remember one time, back in 6th grade, this girl I liked was helping me study and take notes for math. Eventually I worked up the courage to tell her I liked her. 
Almost immediately she walked out of my house and I never saw her again. This is why we don’t talk to your crushes, kids. Would be funny if I told Luna I liked her right here and right now. Haha. Yeah, no, I’m not gonna do that. We studied for a long time, high school math is hard. 
Then Oliver called. “Olive! Mrs. Mayfield is coming!!!” he whisper-shouted into the phone. 
I hung up the phone and me and Luna started to put our things back in our bags, in a rush. We tried to move as fast as we could. I was helping Luna through the window when-
“LUNA CASSIDY!” Mrs. Mayfield shouted. 
“UHHHH-” Luna shouted.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING-” Mrs. Mayfield began. 
“Hello, Cheryl!” Professor Jemi exclaimed, all of the sudden standing next to me. 
“Oh lord. Hello, Jane,” Mrs. Mayfield sighed. “Do you have any idea why my student is coming in through my window?” 
“As a matter of fact, I do! You see, I saw Luna sitting here for detention and I thought ‘Might as well get her to help me with some stuff’ so I asked her to help me with some science-y things. So yeah, me and my other student who was helping, Olive, was just returning Luna for the last of her detention,” Professor Jemi explained. 
“Okay, not sure if I believe you, but then why is she coming back through the window?” Mrs. Mayfield asked, very annoyed. 
“Because windows are fun!” Professor Jemi exclaimed. 
“Okay, then,” Mrs. Mayfield sighed. “Just get back in here and leave.” 
Me, Luna, and Professor Jemi came in through the window and started walking in the hallway. When Mrs. Mayfield was out of sight, I asked Professor Jemi a question. 
“Hey, Professor Jemi, why did you help us back there?” I asked. 
“Eh, I used to do stunts like this all the time when I was a kid. I think I even pulled a stunt just like this one. So I figured I might as well help you!” she explained. 
“Okay, but where did you come from when Luna was climbing through the window?” I asked. 
“I don’t know,” Professor Jemi simply stated. 
“Okay, but are we gonna ignore the biggest question here?! Your name is Jane Jemi?” Luna exclaimed. 
“Yeah. Back in the day my friends used to call me JJ. I don’t know why my parents gave me double initials but oh well.” Professor Jemi shrugged. “Anyways, I gotta go. I’ll see you kids later!” 
And just like that she was off. We walked back to our dorm to find Oliver on his phone. 
“Hey.” I waved. 
“Tell me what happened,” he said, sitting up. 
“PROFESSOR JEMI’S FIRST NAME IS JANE-” Luna screamed. 
Luna and I told Oliver all that had happened. When we were done, Oliver decided to go to bed VERY early and we studied a bit more, ordered pizza, saved some for Oliver, and watched Lost in Space. It was a pretty nice night. But I couldn't stop thinking about Professor Jemi. I thought it was pretty cool how she used to do all sorts of stunts when she was our age. She probably still does some stunts too. 
It was weird imagining your teacher when she was a kid, because it makes you think, soon enough, we’ll all be adults.
Category:Stories
Category:Realistic Fiction