3rd person pov:

" BASEMENT PARTY," the bitch with the Alice Cullen looking ass haircut screamed.

" Violet shut up before we get in trouble," the girl who is desperately in the need of sleep hisses.

     " Oh shut up Kora, even if we did get caught do you think those lazy ass teachers will care? Obviously not," Violet continued, annoyed with her friends worrying.

     A few minutes later everyone else showed up , except for their guests of honor. Everyone just kinda sat in silence listening to the screaming in the hallways of their annoying peers. Then, the door busted open, in come six people and a very large duffel bag.

     " WHATS UP GUYS," One of the mystery dudes said, " ITS SAM AND COLBY."

     " and Katrina, Cecile, and Seth," a girl grunted, hitting the yelling guy in the stomach, causing him to fall.

     " Hey guys so glad you could make it," Aniya said helping One of them off the ground.

     " We've always wanted to explore this creepy ass basement so it's a win win for everyone," another dude continued.

     " We should introduce ourselves," a greasy haired Timotheé Chalamet knock off guy said.

                  * After a long asf intro*

     Violet pov (Bc why not):
     I was sitting next to that Colby guy and lemme tell you, he's actually fuckin beautiful.  His eyes look like that one Gatorade flavor, that hella blue one. Mikey was sitting at the end of the basement with Sam, Katrina, Remmy, Aniya, Kora, and Josh. Why am I fixating on him suddenly? Oh well we'll never know. Marceline, Emerson, Seth, and Cecile made a braid train, in that order, and talked shit about everyone in their Chem class because apparently they all had it together. Brendon and Aria were painting each other's nails while Dallon and Ryan held up lights for them to see. Spencer, was trying to break a piece of wood while Joe, Andy, Frank, and Ray pretend to be cheerleaders. Gerard was being, Gerard. Josh, Tyler, Pete, and Sebastian played with a Ouija board they found in the corner, whitlist Patrick looked slightly disappointed.

" Whatcha thinking about," Colby asked breaking my train of thought.

" No thoughts. Head empty," I said in a monotone voice, letting a smile crack through slightly, just a little bit, not a lot.

He nodded his head like a drunk dude who thinks he's a philosopher. " Hey do you know if lunch is almost over," he asked drawing triangles on the crusty musty floor.

     " oh it ended like an hour ago," I said like it was no big deal, it really wasn't I had like math after lunch I didn't wanna go to that damn class.

     " Did I hear that shit right or am I tripping," Marceline asked nervously, her parents were super strict and honestly scared all of us.

" No you heard it right Mar, I'm sorry I lost track of time," I said walking over to her and pulling her into a side-hug.

Quickly everyone grabbed their bags and head to 7th period since we "accidentally" skipped 6th.

" Guys we didn't even get to do our paranormal investigation," Sam Deadpanned.

     We all looked at him, " Uh we could just break into the school after hours or stay hidden  in here after classes end," Aria recommended, she surprises me sometimes.

Everyone nodded in agreement and we spilt ways, except for me, Marceline and Kora. We talked a bit of shit until the bell rang and we listened to our boring ass French teacher teaches us about baguettes or something I'm not really paying attention.

*time skip to midnight*

     Yes bitches we broke into school, did we get caught, almost, am I high, yes on life. Frank and I wandered about the empty school looking for everyone because a we lost it's dark as hell. Eventually we found everyone sitting in the library, well mostly everyone, I have no idea where Kora and Aniya are, probably making out, get it gays. Once we arrived all these emo mfers looked at us like raccoons, who keeps their eyeliner on until midnight?? I look like a little boy and everyone is giving Grammy Glambot. Kora and Aniya came out, of the closest, jk they came out of the horror section. Then we started our journey to the basement, let's go axe murders let's go!

  Marceline pov:

     You were probably expecting this but you probably also weren't, so boo bitch. I walked behind the rest of the group with my hood over my head and the large sleeves covered my hands, I'll run you through a fit check: my jeans curtesy of Emerson, my shirt is stolen from Aria, sweater was stolen from Remington two weeks ago, and don't judge me I'm wearing my bright pink crocs aka my sneaking around shoes.  I got these as a present for myself when I was 12,you see my parents, got me calculator from dollar tree for my birthday, it kinda hurt since I asked them for only one thing that year. Enough of my sob story onto ghost hunting, I walked  faster to catch up to Aria who was busy freaking out Brendon and Tyler. I walked next to her quietly for a while until I felt a person grab my arm softly, I get my arm out of that person's grip and kept walking with the group holding on tightly to the straps of my red backpack, time to raise hell, literally.