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This morning, my dad found me passed out on the bathroom floor. I have no memory of getting up and going anywhere... Maybe I was sleep walking? Then, as Im rushing to get ready for school, i SWEAR I saw a HAND on my bed. Me, being myself, started flipping out and screaming for help. Mom and Dad keep making fun of me now -_- I passed out and started seeing things. What a wonderful day this will be...

"What are /you/ doing here?" Stan heard a familiar voice. Turning their heads, Kyle, Stan, Cartman, and Kenny came face to face with the worst group of people possible. It wasn't much of a surprise, running into them here. The bowling alley had become a popular spot for high school students recently. Not many others came anymore, due to the smell of drugs and alcohol that many of the students had left behind. Stan didn't mind the smell, but him and his friends sure as hell weren't the ones leaving it behind. Well, Cartman maybe. He was always doing suspicious shit. "Bowling." Kyle answered, making Craig feel somewhat stupid for asking. Clyde

Freshly showered and shirtless, John sprawled lazily on the bed and stared at his cell phone as if it would spontaneously combust at any moment. Still nothing. He remained "calm" even though he couldn't keep the slight burn from his cheeks or hitch from his throat. Nervously, he began tapping on the wall with his finger in quick, fidgety motions. The rhythmic tapping had a distinctive tone, but John had no particular beat in mind.   Ever since Sherlock left for that stupid trip John had been nervous and anxious like this. It wasn't like he was worried about Sherlock, although  most people immediately assume the worst, like kidnapping or de