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The Smosh High School buzzed with lively students, sunshine streaming through the windows as crowds navigated the hallways.

Clusters formed around lockers—jocks, nerds, skaters, goths; you name it, they had it.

The school’s white walls appeared bright and fresh as self-proclaimed teenage dirtbag Trevor Evarts strolled through the corridors, eager to return to the football field.

Trevor had never been fond of school; academics never interested him, and extracurricular activities felt like a drain on his time, but he sensed that his senior year would be a different experience.

With a goofy grin spread across his face, he finally spotted Arasha and Chanse chatting near the stairs leading to the second floor.

Trevor's dopey grin quickly became a full fledged one as he saw his girlfriend arasha- and well chanse was also there- Arasha glanced over her shoulder and smiled at Trevor, she was wearing a yellow sweater and black skirt, a yellow bow was tucked in her hair which almost fell out as she tackled Trevor in a hug.

“ I'm happy to see you too!” Trevor laughed as he hugged her tightly with a goofy smile plastered across his pale face.
Arasha released him from the hug, still smiling as she looked up at him.

”It's senior year Trev! We are going to KILL it!” She said, flipping her hair behind her with a grin.

”You mean you’re going to kill it” he said with a smile as she rolled her eyes.

”We both are” she said factually as chanse chuckled, walking up to Trevor with a lopsided grin and patting his shoulder.

”nice of you to greet your favourite teammate” chanse said hitting Trevor’s back with the football he had tucked under the arm of his letterman jacket.

“Yeah, yeah i was preoccupied” Trevor said, swatting the ball away as chanse kept his usual cocky grin plastered on his face.

”Anyway tryouts are tomorrow at lunch- dont worry coach already has a secured spot for me and you, where the best people on that team. but might as well check out the fresh meat.” Chanse shrugged, tossing the football into Trevor’s arms as he rolled his eyes.

”I have a feeling if I don't go with you then you're going to be pissed,” Trevor said, tossing the football back to chanse.

”See, you're really starting to get it,” Chanse said, tapping his head.

”It only took me four years,” Trevor sighed with a small smile.

“Yeah well you're stupid!” Chanse yelled as he took off down the hallway, running into the school mascot before dashing away football in hand. arasha shook her head with a sigh before looking up at Trevor.

”You ready for the best senior year the world has ever seen?” She said, raising her eyebrow with a smirk.

”2005 is going to be the best year ever,” Trevor said, smiling back at her. Arasha smiled and slipped her hand into Trevor’s as they walked up the stairs.

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Spencer slung his giant bag over his shoulder, baseball cap sitting securely on his head of dark curls.
He adjusted the glasses on his face before pushing the door open to his first period class, visual arts.
Spencer had always enjoyed art class and since he planned on going into game design in college he figured that he might as well get an art credit while he could.
;Although when it came to art classes Spencer always felt a little lonely, none of his close friends did art, Shayne thought that art was a waste of time… or maybe it was just that he sucked at it.
Tommy prefers coding over making graphics and Courtney was too preoccupied getting her grades as high as possible to focus on hobbies.
So Spencer walked into the bright fluorescence lights of the art studio alone.

The walls were covered head to toe in drawings and canvases, some of which were his own.
Spencer had always liked the studio. There was something about it that made him feel at peace whether it was the lack of single person desks, the Christmas lights that were always draped over the wipeboard for some reason, or the fact that the whole place was filled with people just like him.

"Good morning Spencer!” The art teacher, Mrs. P greeted warmly.
Mrs.p was a strange teacher that was for sure, one second she was kind and nurturing and then confused- and then she was screaming.
But Spencer didn’t mind at least she wasn't crazy all the time.

”I'm so glad you’ve decided to take art again sweetie! Today we are starting with assigned seating just to get to know everyone, BUT tomorrow you can sit wherever you like!” Mrs p said with so much energy Spencer thought it was strange she didn’t combust on the spot.

Mrs p quickly shooed Spencer away to welcome another student with similar enthusiasm.
Spencer checked the whiteboard with a sigh, scrawled on it in blue whiteboard marker was a drawing of the classroom tables and names written in each seat, Spencer's name was written on the side of a small table in the back of the class.
With a sigh Spencer walked over to his seat and slumped down into the uncomfortable plastic with a thump, he dropped his bag on the floor and grabbed his Nokia from the front pocket. He flipped it open to see a text,

From: Shayne
‘; have fun in art! me and Tommy will see you in tech :D ;’

Spencer smiled down at his phone and sent a quick thumbs up to his friend, just then he heard someone slip into the seat beside him.
He glanced up from his phone to see a girl with short brown hair tied up into a short ponytail black headphones on her head. She was wearing a black shirt with some kind of band logo on the front and a black pleated skirt.
She had hair clips in the shape of stars pulling her short hair away from her face and black fingerless gloves showing off her black nail polish.

“Everybody listen up!” Mrs p clapped with a deranged smile on her face.

”EVERYONE!” She yelled, and everyone immediately looked up at her.
The girl beside Spencer slipped her headphones off with a humph.

”Welcome everyone! I am so glad to have you all back this year! Just knoww you wont all be at the same leveelll as some of you are more.. skilled than others!” Mrs p exclaimed with wild hand movements.

”FIRST you crazy kiddos were all going to get acquainted so please talk to the people around you!….. NOW!” With Mrs. P's yell the students began chattering like their lives depended on it.
Spencer was never really one for talking but he was not in the mood to get yelled at by Mrs. P right now. Spencer turned to the girl beside him who was doodling skulls on the table with a sharpie.

”soooo” Spencer began, thinking of literally anything to talk about. the girl turned to face him for the first time, she had dark eyeshadow and blue eyes.

”i dont like talking.” The girl grumbled and returned to drawing skulls.

”Neither do i but im not about to get yelled at by a crazy lady for being antisocial” his words got the girl to give a small smirk.

”So, girl who likes drawing skulls, do you have a name?” He said, turning towards her.

”Angela. My name is Angela" she said facing him, Spencer could’ve sworn he knew that name somehow from someone…

”Well Angela, my name is Spencer,” he smiled.

”So Spencer , why are you in this class?” Angela asked, fidgeting with her sharpie.

”well im really into game design-“

“oh so your a nerd” she smirked

”No- hey! I’m not a nerd” he frowned

”totally a nerd” she said, turning back to doodle on the desk.

”I'm not a nerd! I just really enjoy the story telling and graphic designs of different games and how they can all be unique yet follow the same formula-“

” I zoned out” Angela quipped, drawing bones on her fingers. Spencer rolled his eyes.

”well i just-“ he was cut off

“OK SOCALISING TIME IS OVER!!!” Mrs. P screeched from the front of the room. Angela glanced at Spencer with a smirk before returning her attention to Mrs.p, Spencer should be annoyed with her- dislike her even- but for some reason he didnt.

but it didn’t matter he was sure it was just some fluke he'd probably never even see this girl again.

the sentiment however didnt apply to the boys on the other side of the room

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”You know what’s crazier than Mrs. P” Noah started, taking a handful of chips out of the bag of them in Keith’s hands.

”that this is our last year!” He said through a mouthful of snacks.

“Unless we fail” Keith objected, digging through Noah’s bag for the jar of gummies the boys kept stored in it.

“We aren’t going to fail dude!” Noah said with an eye roll as Keith tossed him the gummy jar.

”hey even if we do as long as we're together we’ll be fine”

“I can't argue with that!” Noah agreed as he opened the jar and stuffed some gummies in his mouth.
Keith smiled at his goofy friend, from the moment he and Noah met in the 10th grade he knew they were going to be friends forever. Whether it was Noah’s dopey grin, his lack of smarts, or his loyalty, Keith didn’t know. But he knew that Noah was the most important thing in his life and he'd do anything to keep it that way.

”You know- - im glad y- our take- ing art this year- it’ll be fun to have it together” Noah said chewing handfuls of gummies interchangeably with his words.

”well don't expect me to like it or anything. I'm only here because you asked me to” Keith said waggeling a finger in Noah’s face.

”you’ll have fun!” Noah declared, swatting Keith’s finger away. Keith punched Noah’s shoulder as Noah rolled his eyes, Mrs. P oblivious to the boys' antics.

”You know for being so high strung she’s pretty bad at noticing things” Noah observed slipping the gummy jar back into his bag.

“I dont know man i think she just likes to tick up infractions until she can put you in detention for like two days” Keith shrugged. Noah hummed in response trying to zip his bag closed.

”You got experience with that?” Noah asked half-heartedly, now having a war with his zipper to get it to move.

Out of the two of them Keith was in detention the most- well to be honest even if Noah got detention it was because of him- Keith knew Noah meant no bad blood by asking.
Noah wasn't aware how much Keith got called a bad influence on him.
He'd gotten so many talks from adults about how his reckless behaviour was affecting his friends' grades, or how Noah was a good kid and he was messing him up, that he couldn’t keep count anymore.
Despite that Keith could never find it in his heart to distance himself, and Noah never seemed to mind. If anything he would try to drag Keith to tutoring sessions and study halls with him -not that Keith would ever go anyway- so Keith ignored the lingering feeling that he wasn't good enough to be Noah's friend and just kept acting like himself.

”nah not from mrs.p think that kid uhh chanse got in trouble with her though”

“The football guy?” Noah asked, finally winning the battle with his zipper.

”Yeah,” Keith confirmed, kicking his feet up onto the desk and putting his hands behind his head.

”i dont like that guy- too cocky for me,” Noah said with a small shake of his head.

”Dont blame you” Keith agreed with a snort thinking about the womanizing football player.

”OH do you remember when-“ “BOYS!” Noah's sentence was cut off by a yell from Mrs.p as she stared at the two of them disapprovingly.

”Is there something you’d like to share with the class?” She said annoyed. On a regular day Keith would make some crazy announcement with no truth to it, but it was the first day and he didn't feel up to it. He'll save his troublemaking for later in the semester.

”no Mrs.P” Keith said, slipping his feet off the desk before she could yell at him for that too.

”very good- now AS I WAS SAYING…..” keith immediately tuned her out as he glanced at the devious smile on Noah’s face, and he couldn’t help the fond smile the grew on his.
He loved his partner in crime.

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Courtney nearly leaped from her seat at the piercing sound of the lunch bell, having almost forgotten how loud it could be.
She carefully shut her notebook, making sure not to smear wet glitter pen ink onto the other pages.
While most students wouldn’t take notes on the first day, Courtney was different; she approached school with seriousness, and despite her cheerful nature, nothing could distract her when it was time to get to work.
Growing up, she had always been a people pleaser, and that hadn’t changed over the years. If her parents wanted her to achieve honor roll status, she would do it; if they wanted her to secure a scholarship, that was fine too.
If they expected her to do all this while acting like a ray of sunshine, then that was exactly what she would do.
Courtney gently placed the notebook into her well-organized backpack and carefully put it on her back.
She gave her math teacher a brief smile before stepping out into the hallway, struggling to navigate through the crowd of bodies—she was a senior and still didn't know how people walked through the halls with so much ease — she walked until she finally reached the exit to the field.
With a grunt, Courtney pushed the door open, feeling the cool autumn breeze hit her face.
she took in a deep breath and walked onto the gravel path that led to the football field.
By the time Courtney reached the bleachers with a huff from the large amount of weight she was carrying in the form of her bag, Angela was already sitting at the highest row of seats devouring a sandwich.
at the sight of Courtney Angela wiped her mouth of crumbs and waved her up to the seats. Courtney sighed as she climbed the row of steps leading to the top her bag feeling heavier by the second.

”Why do you insist on sitting so high up?” Courtney pants as she collapses onto the seat next to Angela.

”It's more fun” Angela shrugs, taking another bite of her sandwich. Courtney sighs and unzips her bag pulling out her carefuly wrapped lunch.

”Court, it's the first day of school and you’ve got a whole damn library in your bag” Angela mumbled, gesturing to the pile of books in Courtney’s backpack.

”i always need to be prepared ange! Besides its senior year! The most important year of our lives! If i dont get the best grades possible how will i ever get into a good college or university?!” Courtney rambled as she unwrapped her lunch.

”you could just not go” Angela said gulping down some water.

”not. Go. NOT GO?! ANGELA I CANT JUST NOT GO TO COLLEGE!” Courtney yelled flabbergasted.

”first off calm down. Second off do whatever you want court as long as your happy” Angela shrugged.
Courtney frowned at her half unwrapped lunch. How can she do what makes her happy if she dosent even know what that is? She shakes off the thought, there is NO time to dwell on sad things.

”so how where your first two classes” Courtney sighed as she finally took a bite of her sandwich.

”ehh alright i guess” Angela shrugged.
”in art i got sat next to some guy, he wasent to bad i guess.” Courtney’s ears perked up.

”not to bad? Angela thats like the nicest thing you’ve ever said about a human being!” Courtney grinned. Angela rolled her eyes with a sneer.

”i just meant that it was better than getting stuck with some weirdo- although the guys totally a nerd”
Courtney grinned happily, she was glad Angela at least didn't despise someone in her art class.

”what’s his name?” Courtney asked curiously.

”nope not saying.” Angela said firmly.

”why nottt????” Courtney pouted

”last time i told you about someone i didnt hate you hugged them and told them you were so glad i was making freinds.” Angela winced at the memory “i am not reliving that again”
courtney frowned.

”its just beacuse i care about you.”

”i know, but i swear sometimes your like my mom” Angela said through a mouthful of food.

”sorry” courtney mumbled sadly.

”Hey dont get sad court im just kidding around” Angela said nudging Courtney’s foot with her own.

”yeah sorry” Courtney nodded

”Courtney I swear we need to remove the word sorry from your vocabulary you use it every other sentence” Angela said rolling her eyes, just as Courtney was going to say sorry for saying sorry, arasha bounded up the bleacher steps toward the two.

”Courtney!” Arasha called running up the bleacher steps with ease.

”We're going to start up study club again next week on Tuesday,” Arasha said, passing Courtney a schedule.

”Great!” Courtney smiled, slipping it into her bag as Angela rolled her eyes.

“I don't understand how you guys can already be concerned about studying in the first week.” Angela grumbled taking another big bite of her sandwich.

”Studying is very important Angela! Maybe you should try it sometime” Aasha smiled,, Angela frowning angrily as she chewed.

”ANYWAY- thanks for the schedule arasha!” Courtney said trying to change the subject, she knew her friends didn't get along the greatest.
To be honest Courtney found it exhausting trying to be friends with everyone and trying to make them get along.
Arasha smiled at Courtney.

”No problem, court! I’ve got to head down to the field now, chanse is making Trevor practice for the football season.” She said, giving the two a wave as she dashed down the bleacher steps.
Courtney sighed as she finally got the chance to take a second bite of her food.

Angela wiped her hands clean on her skirt and crumpled her empty sandwich wrapper into a ball, stuffing it into her bag.

”Why can’t you just walk to the trash?” Courtney sighed.

”its to far this is more efficient." She grumbled, zipping her bag shut.

“Do you remember last year? We spent a whole hour cleaning that bag out!” Courtney protested.

”It was a bonding experience," Angela shrugged.

”we would be a lot better bonded if you just put your garbage in the trash.”

“Fine. I'll do it but only because you're being so annoying about it, "Angela huffed, opening her bag and grabbing the wrapper. She grumpily began walking down the steps.

Courtney gave an approving nod and smile before continuing to tear into her food.
she sat in silence for a minute before-

”court!” A voice called from under the bleachers.
Courtney turned around and looked at the ground to see Shayne and Spencer standing there. Shayne had a grin on his face and Spencer looked like he just really wanted to go inside.

”oh hey shayne! Hi Spencer!” Courtney called, smiling at the two.

”Hey!” Shayne smiled and Spencer gave a small wave.

”Did you get the study club schedule!" Shayne called up to her, his blonde hair getting blown in the breeze.

”yeah Arasha just gave it to me!” Courtney yelled back down.

”Can we go inside now?” Spencer grumbled hands stuffed in his pockets, shayne hit his arm with a frown.

”well ill see you there then!” Shayne grinned up at her.

”Yep! See you there!” Courtney smiled, as Spencer began dragging Shayne away.

”I swear, you make any excuse to see her. I have limited time for pokemon card trading man "Spencer grumbled quietly as he and Shayne walked away from the bleachers, Courtney unable to hear him.

Angela thumped back up the steps.

”there your majesty the garbage is gone” she grumbled slumping down onto the bleachers.

”Thankyou” Courtney smiled, folding up her lunch wrapper and slipping it into the side of her bag.

”HEY! Why do YOU get to keep your garbage in your bag!” Angela huffs

”beacuse im actually going to throw it out” Courtney said simply as Angela crossed her arms.

”Whatever” Angela grumbled.

Courtney smiled. For some reason she felt like this year was going to be different.

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Olivia entered math class with her phone in hand, knowing for sure she wouldn’t focus on the lesson. She looked at the seating chart and sighed; of course, ou of all the cute boys and girls- ew no, not girls girls aren’t cute..-she ended up next to the gay techie. With another annoyed sigh, Olivia plopped down in the plastic school chair while still texting on her phone.

She braced herself for the looming dread of class starting and the techy’s arrival.

Tommy burst into class, his bag slung over one shoulder and bulky laptop cradled under his arm, his green jacket fluttering behind him as he rushed to his spot. He let out a sigh as he settled his laptop on the desk.

“Do you really carry that thing everywhere?” Olivia asked, her tone sounding more like a statement.

Tommy shot her a glance, her gaze still fixated on her phone.

“No, I don’t,” he replied, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

“Uh-huh, sure,” Olivia retorted sarcastically.

“I don’t carry it around all the time. And if I did—which I don’t—it’s a handy tool to have.”

“Yeah, whatever.” She said, snapping a selfie. Tommy gave her a hard stare.

“You’re a great one to talk about always having devices; you haven’t even looked up from your phone yet,” he quipped.

“At least I’m being social with mine—I seriously doubt you have any friends at all,” she said, posing with a peace sign for the camera.

“I actually do—“

“People you tutor don’t count,” Olivia interjected.

“I have friends who don’t just use me for my intelligence!” Tommy protested.

“I’m friends with Shayne and Spencer,” he added, crossing his arms and pushing his sunglasses up onto his forehead.

“What—those Pokémon nerds? No way, that doesn’t count. They barely qualify as people,” Olivia replied, typing another text.

“You just enjoy being mean, don’t you?” Tommy shot back.
Olivia sits in the comment for just a moment, she knows she’s not the kindest or sweetest, but it's only her persona. She’d always wanted to be one of the popular girls, hang out with them, do makeup with them, have sleepovers and go to party’s, so when she got to high school she threw her personality out the window.
Instead adapting whatever she could to get people to like her, to love her so she could climb to the top.
And sure sometimes she wishes she wasn’t like this… was just her. But it's too late now, and there’s only one year of high school left. She could be a bitch until then.

Olivia shook off her thoughts.

“No, I really don’t think you get how much of a loser you are,” Olivia declared, her fingers flying across the phone screen.

“I’m literally not,” Tommy sighed.

“No, listen—” Olivia placed her phone on the desk and looked at Tommy through her pink sunglasses as the math teacher began to drone on.

“First off, you’re smart. That’s loser behavior. Second, you're into computers and stuff—not the vibe. If you weren’t the main tech tutor for the school, I swear you would have been bullied out of here long ago,” Olivia explained matter-of-factly, checking for chips in her nail polish.

Tommy simply rolled his eyes.

“Come on, I wouldn’t be that bullied.” Olivia gave him a disbelieving look.

“Girl, you’re a nerd and you’re gay. Are we in the same high school?” Tommy frowned at her.

“Okay maybe you’ve got a tiny point but like whatever I'm still not a loser.”

”you believe what you want girl.”

Tommy rolls his eyes and flips one his laptop ready to learn, and Olivia sits there starring at her phone.
But her thoughts stayed somewhere else.

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Shayne let out a yawn as he entered his home, noticing that neither his mom nor dad's cars were parked in the driveway, leading him to conclude they were still at work. As he stepped inside, the aroma of autumn-scented candles hit him, causing an immediate headache. He had never understood his mother’s fascination with that scent. Shayne removed his shoes, carefully placing them on the shoe rack, and sighed as he examined himself in the wall-mounted mirror in the entryway; his hair was messy, and he looked exhausted—which he was, but he didn’t want to look like it.

Adjusting his glasses, Shayne made his way into the living room, casting a glance at his sister, who was already nestled on the couch watching Dateline.

“Will you watch something else?” Shayne complained. He detested all the crime shows his sister indulged in; sometimes he just wished he could relax with some Bill Nye the Science Guy—but no, he was stuck watching murder mysteries on their TV.

“No,” Angela replied, giving him the middle finger. Shayne truly cared for his sister. At times, he felt like killing her, but ultimately, he loved her.

“Whatever, just don’t think I’m going to stick around and watch,” Shayne muttered as he headed into the kitchen.

“I didn’t expect you to!” Angela shouted back.

“How was your first day?” Shayne inquired, searching through the cupboards.

“It was as good as school can be, I guess,” Angela groaned.

Shayne hummed in acknowledgment as he grabbed a bag of chips and poured some into a bowl.

“I’d ask how your day went, but you’ll just go on about how great it is to be doing math again and hanging out with your nerd friends,” Angela said sourly as Shayne returned to the living room.

“You know, school really isn’t that terrible, Ange,” Shayne countered.

“Yeah, because you’re all smart and stuff. Some of us can’t read, Shayne,” Angela complained. Shayne rolled his eyes while munching on his chips, wincing at the graphic scenes on the screen.

“Yeah, whatever… So how are your friends?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant. Angela rolled her eyes again.

“If you mean Courtney, she’s fine. Seriously, you just need to tell her you like her; it’s so annoying.” Shayne felt his cheeks flush.

“What? I have no clue what you’re talking about—I—”

”oh come onnn” Angela groaned

”Ange i dont know what you're talking about okay? Seriously i-“ he was cut off

“OH MY GOD, SHAYNE, JUST DO IT!” Angela yelled, flailing her arms dramatically.

“If I have to put up with you asking about her for one more year, I’m going to explode.”

“Just—I—shut up!” Shayne retorted as he irritably made his way up the stairs.

He muttered to himself as he walked down the corridor to his room, closing the door behind him and flopping into his desk chair with his arms crossed.

Why did Angela have to be so irritating? Sometimes he wished for any other twin in existence.

Shayne sighed while placing his bowl of chips down on his desk, and he opened his phone to see a text from Spencer.

From: BucketHat
“Hey dude! Can I come over tomorrow so we can play on the Xbox? Call of Duty 2 is calling my name.”

Shayne chuckled softly. He quickly typed out a reply.

To: BucketHat
“Yeah, of course. Want to walk home with me to my place tomorrow?”

A few moments later, Spencer replied.

From: BucketHat
“Yep, sounds good.”

Shayne closed his phone with a grin; at least no matter how much his sister got under his skin, Spencer was there to play games with.
Shayne opened his notebook, jotting down notes for some of his classes; it was only the first day, so he didn’t have much content. However, he wanted to actively participate in the study group the next day—though they only really needed to start studying after a week, the group enjoyed gathering just to chat before diving into their actual work. He hoped to impress them—and Courtney, but that wasn’t the point!
As Shayne looked down at his nearly blank page, an unfamiliar sensation stirred in his stomach...

Something about this year felt... different.

He just couldn't put his finger on why.