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It should have been just like any other day for June. Unfortunately, there was space.
She packed her backpack with notes for school, pulling her socks up hurriedly so as not to miss her bus. As she sped out the door, her dad called to her to take the trash out and June rolled her eyes. She knew she shouldn’t, but sometimes June hated her father.
Getting to school was as noisy and annoying as ever and June glared out the window until her friend Rose slipped into the seat next to her, stuffing excess papers in her bag frantically.
“Okay, I have three tests today and a forensics competition this afternoon. This is fine,” she said, fervently. June grinned at her, slightly tired of reminding Rose to eat food but still, all the more willing to.
A boy with green skin and in a faded gray hoodie passed by their seat, shoving Rose into her papers with force.
“Hey!” she exclaimed, gathering her papers which had slipped out of her grasp and were now flying chaotically around the bus floor.
The boy- dave- smirked, stomping disruptively on some of Rose’s crumpled papers.
“Hey there, gaylord.” he mocked, shoving his green hand in front of Rose’s face as she hurried to pick them up. “You feelin’ gay today?”
June rolled her eyes. She sensed somehow that Dave hated his father far more than she hated her own.
“Come on,” she said, pulling Rose’s arm away as the bus screeched to a halt. “Let’s just pick these up and go.”
They gathered up the distributed papers and since they were in the back, no one stopped to help. They were just that racist, huh.
Stepping off the bus, Jade and Erotia joined the two girls, giggling about something dorky most likely.
“Hello!” exclaimed Jade, making her hands into hearts exactly like a spunky anime girl.
Erotia made a peace sign in greeting, her new crop top shimmering in the hot sun.
“So are you guys coming to my forensics competition later?” Rose asked, hopefully.
“Nah, too nerdy for me,” Erotica said, winking bisexually.
“I have space tournament after school,” said June, tugging at her antennae.
“I have island training practice,” said Jade, fiddling with her pink sweater sleeve.
“Okay,” Rose said, struggling to hide her disappointment.
Nepita made her way to the group, her wheelchair making careful controlled strides.
“Hey guys!” she said, cheerfully. “Wanna hear a story about a snail I saw earlier?”
“No.” came a voice from behind.
It was Briska. Goddammit.