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--'What the HELL is wrong with you?! I'll go over there and beat your fucking a-!'--
You faintly hear from the cafeteria, probably some people fighting, who cares anymore. You were sitting at the back of the cafeteria on the lunch table stool mindlessly on you're phone, you hear little ketchup packets fall onto the ground, oddly. You hear a girl yelling at one of the tables, which is Emily, idiot kids were throwing ketchup packets at her, who didn't know you had to open the packets first, how are they in Highschool?
--'Hey, can i sit with you? The kids at the other table keep throwing ketchup packets at me..'--
--She says, clearly not covered in ketchup, you suppose: Even if she was lying about the ketchup-throwing at the other table, it'll be nice actually talking to someone other than being on you're phone the whole lunch period. You suppose it will be nice for the most part, even if she's kinda crazy...
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