(Hey yawl. ANOTHA DREAMMM LMFAO. So this dream is like u guys r in middle school but if u prefer high school so it's more adult-ish u can change it.)

You're in middle school, 8th grade, and it just turned May. It's summer and your school held a dance, but you didn't want to go. You hated your school. You had originally meant to go to another school, but your parents thought it was too much of a ghetto school. All your friends were there though. So you forced yourself to make new friends, and while you do have some, it's not the same.

Your best friend from the other school, Dorset middle school, had texted you. She wanted to bring you to her school's dance! You were really excited and went to go ask your parents, and they thought about it, then said yes. She told you it was only $10 for one person, but she'll just pay for you both. You were so excited to see her again.

Time-skip.

You show up to Dorset, and the place looked like a castle. It was a beatiful middle school! Your friend saw you and quickly ran up, along with your other friends then practically a whole 'nother group of people you didn't know, but were most likely their friends. Four girls, three boys. One boy stood out to you the most, the only ginger in the group. He was cute, but he had that 'I throw up gng signs, ion fyw nb" type of vibe.

You all walked inside, gave the tickets to the counselor and walked into the gymnasium. You were a bit nervous since you've never been here, but it was refreshing to see your best friends. But you were still curious about the ginger boy, but he actually ended up talking to you first. "Aye, you friends with those girls? They talk about a girl who looks like you all the time, miss you a lot. Marlon, what aboutchu?"

You both popped off after that. Talked the whole night, had fun, laughed with the friend group. And ended up getting together with him. After you came back home, you BEGGED your parents to let you switch to that school instead. After minutes of convincing, it worked. They'll call early tomorrow and sign you up. And then after about two days of waiting, it was finally time. Your mom drove you to school like normal because you hated the buses, but she took a different route. And then you saw it, the same familiar school.

Dorset Middle School. You immediately got out and practically ran to the front of the school, already seeing that familar group walking ahead, talking and laughing. Marlon looked back and nudged one of the boys, Griffin, and then everyone looked back. Your friends smiled excitedly while also looking shocked and ran to you, pulling you into the group's warmth. They talked with you, asking you a bunch of stuff. The other girls talked with each other and the boys talked with the boys, and Marlon walked slightly behind, slightly beside you.

(Sowy it's so lawng.)