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It was a random Thursday night, the air was electric with excitement at Split River High. The gymnasium was decked out with string lights, gym mats, and snack tables for the annual lock in sleep over, a long-standing tradition where students stayed overnight at school, playing games, watching movies, and maybe getting into a little mischief.
Among the crowd clad in their pyjamas were five teens that ran in different circles but had known each other since preschool: Maddie, the bookworm; Rhonda, the artsy one; Charley, the social butterfly; Wally, the football star; and Dawn, the dreamer. While they didn’t always hang out, they always kept each other in the loop, coming together to celebrate the highs and help each other through the lows.
Shortly before midnight, after games of twister, dodgeball tournaments and a half-dozen slices of pizza, the 5 old friends slowly made their way to a quiet corner of the library, inexplicably drawn together.
Rhonda and Charley plopped down next to Wally, who was already seated and dozing with a bag of Doritos on his lap.
“Hey Cory Harte, take your shades off and wake up” Rhonda said as she nudged him awake and grabbed the chips.
Wally startled awake as Dawn and Maddie wandered in, taking his sunglasses off and running his hand through his hair. Maddie glanced over at Wally, catching his eye for a moment before dropping to the floor next to him. “Okay, I say we tell ghost stories now.”
“Absolutely not,” Charley muttered, adjusting the pillow he was laying on. “The last time we did that, I didn’t sleep for two days.”
“Exactly,” Maddie grinned.
Dawn raised her hand like she was in class. “What if we tell real stories - like, one thing you’ve never told anyone before?”
Everyone exchanged glances, the idea hanging in the air like a dare. They hadn’t done anything like this in years, the days of spin the bottle and truth or dare long behind them.
Wally leaned back. “Fine, I’ll start.” He looked at the ceiling tiles. “I almost quit football last year. After that losing streak? I thought I wasn’t good enough.”
“What?” Charley sat up. “You’re literally our MVP.”
“I know. But... sometimes being good just feels like more pressure that I can’t live up to.”
There was a pause. Then Rhonda said, “Okay, my turn. I write songs. Like, actual songs. And I’ve never shown anyone.”
“Wait, what?!” Dawn lit up. “Why not?”
“Because they’re all about... people we know. I didn’t want to make it weird.”
Dawn gave her a salute. “That’s the opposite of weird. That’s epic.”
Maddie cleared her throat. “I, um, I’m not sure I’m going away for college. My mom is finally sober and I’m worried what will happen if I leave. But I know if I don’t leave now I’m worried I might never get out.”
They all looked at her, stunned.
“You can’t let your fear about what might happen hold you back,” Wally said quietly. “You deserve to go live your life.”
Maddie gazed up at him, eyes softening.
Dawn leaned forward. “Alright, time for a bombshell. I failed my first driving test because I accidentally drove over one of those inflatable wacky dancing guys.”
The group burst out laughing.
“I…wait - how is that even possible?” Charley choked out.
“I panicked! It was flailing, I was flailing, it was a disaster.”
Everyone was still laughing when Charley said, “Okay, mine’s kind of serious. I didn’t want to come tonight. I’ve been feeling... distant. Like everyone’s moving forward, and I’m stuck.”
“No way,” Rhonda said. “You’re the one who keeps us grounded.”
“Yea,” Maddie added. “You’re like the glue.”
Charley smiled, blinking away sudden tears. “Thanks. I just... needed to hear that.”
It was late by the time the teens finally quieted. The glow of exit light painted their faces with warmth as they lay on their backs, staring at the ceiling tiles in a comfortable silence.
In that library corner, between the whispered confessions, nervous laughter, and echo of vending machine snacks, it felt like they weren’t just friends anymore, they were something different. Something more permanent, a found family. And in the stillness of that night, surrounded by the scent of old books and the distant noise of a movie playing in the gym, they knew something had shifted.
Not in a big, dramatic way. But in a way that would last.