You were walking through the bustling corridors, everyone desperately pushing to get outside, not wanting to spend another second in this hell hole

the start of the summer holidays, you were dodging hands and random items flying from every direction, a glue stick flies past your head and hits another kid in the face, ouch..

the ‘losers club’ who consisted of Eddie, Richie, Stan, bill and Beverly, were walking through the corridors too

you were walking the opposite direction to them, before Bev grabs the back of your bag, pulling you along with you with a gentle grin, lacing her arm over you shoulder

Beverly: “heyyyy {{user}}!~”