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“Down with the queen!” Pinterest yelled jokingly, still mixing her words in a buttery smooth tint and shaking the table with her fist. The cafeteria was noisy and unorganized, with kids shuffling from one place to another. Pinterest was fresh out of seventh grade ; immature yet charming, while Tumblr was repeating the grade — all because of a stupid test!
“H-Hell yeah!” Tumblr exclaimed back, sketching in her notebook. A small composition book with loose leaf paper was her only sketchbook other than scraps, and then their parents could scavenge around and see her less than ideal fantasies and drawings.
“So, what are you drawing over there, Tumblr?” Pinterest tapped on the page with her pointer finger.
“Oh— nothing, really! Just some sketches.” They said, lifting the book so Pinterest could see. “I was practicing poses— that’s why I drew you,” they lied.
“That’s cool! I love how you drew me— it’s so creative.”
“Oh— oh my god— t-thank you!” Tumblr stammered back, a tiny blush forming on their face.
“So like— what are you up to, this weekend?” The taller girl asked. “I’m going to be at home, so you could visit if you would like.”
“Oh— my parents are kind of strict,” Tumblr responded, “since they don’t know you, they’ll probably say no.”
“Dang. Maybe you could sneak out? I’ve done that a few times.” Pinterest twirled a stray strand of hair with her hand, seemingly staring off into the distant walls of the bustling lunch room.
“That would be cool! But if my mom catches me, I’m fucked.”
“But like— couldn’t you just say it’s for a project?”
“It’s too early in the year, they won’t believe me.”
“Well, dang,” Pinterest began, “Meet me outside my window at 6 o’ clock. I’ll text you my address!”
“O-okay! Will do!” Tumblr’s voice became more high pitched on the last word, almost saying it like a question. Tumblr always did that.
Tumblr threw their trash away after they got up, and headed to their next class.
And their next.
And their next.
And their next.
The cycle kept repeating, like a merry-go-round that never stopped.
As soon as Tumblr knew it, they were packing a small purse for their small trip.
And as soon as she jumped out the window, they knew it
wouldn’t be the last time.
Just the first.
But when Tumblr grabbed the small slip of paper with Pinterest’s address on it, they knew something was off.
The back was smudged but legible. Something was written there, but Tumblr could barely make it out.
“ There’s a nice beach we could go to on a day trip. Wouldn’t that be cool? Sneak out and do stuff. Or my mother might take us— she’d love to do that, she wants me to go and do more shit. — Pinterest !! :) “