WINNER's POV

I was going to be new to this school. Yet this is my first day. I've made some friends over the summer and right now, I'm hanging out with one of them.
Rocky was just sitting on the couch, watching T.V.
He and I had plenty of time to go to school since we were early. However, Yo Yo Ball asked to leave early. "Sure, why not." I said.
So Yo Yo Ball left the house.

TEABAG's POV

I was walking to school with my class from last year. We were in the class 3 so we have our own friend group. It consists of Recycling Bin, me, Brick, Bone, Salami, Farty, Mittens , Cinnamon Bun, Cork, Telescope and...
"YO YO BALL!" I said to the anxious kid walking by himself. Our last member of the friend group walked over to us. "H hey guys." he said nervously.
I noticed something.
Another suicide note.

"Have you been writing those letters to yourself? Dear Yo Yo Ball, todays going to be a good day and here's why!" I said. Yo yo Ball was quiet. After finding out he has problems last year, we were all nervous for the nervous wreck.
"I've been starting one." Yo Yo Ball said, putting a fake smile.
"These letters are important man, they're going to help you build your confidence." Recycling Bin said.
"I guess..." Yo Yo Ball looked even more depressed. I knew where this was going. I tied Yo Yo Ball's tail to my string so he wouldn't run off and try killing himself.
Teabag: "Can we try to have a optimistic outlook, huh?
Can we buck up just enough to see the world won't fall apart?
Maybe this year we can try,
WE WONT BE GIVING UP UNTIL WE TRY!
This try well make a new start."
I said then took a sharpie out of my purse.
"Hey I know, since this is the first day of school, why don't you ask all the kids to go sign your cast or something." Mittens said.
"I... guess." I gave Yo Yo Ball the sharpie.
"I'm proud of you already." I gave a supportive pat on YYB's shoulder. "Wait how did you get a cast anyways?" Recycling Bin asked. "Oh um." Yo Yo Ball was quiet, then he cut off his tail and made a run for it. We were all quiet. "Bone, Cork, Nine,you three spent the most time with him, can you-" "Nah, let him go." I covered Salami's mouth, giving a heavy sigh. "I just hope he can come over the biggest obstacle ever: himself."

I then take a deep breath.
"Another stellar conversation for the scrapbook.
Another stumble as I'm trying to figure out the right thing to say.
I'm coming up empty can't find my way to you!

DOES ANYONE HAVE A MAP!
ANYBODY HAPPEN TO KNOW HOW THE HECK TO DO THIS!?
I DON'T KNOW IF YOU CAN TELL BUT THIS IS ME JUST PRETENDING TO KNOW, So where's the map? I need a clue cause the scary truth is
Im flying blind and I'm making this up as I go..."

I guess I said that out loud because I could see some people starring at us.
"Good one." Recycling Bin said sarcastically.

LYRE's POV

"It's your first day of 7th grade Whoopee Cushion and you are not missing your first day." I said.

"I already said I'm going tomorrow." Whoopee Cushion said, not looking up from his switch.
"He doesn't listen! Look at him! He's probably high!" Envelope said.
"He's definitely high." Nabla commented.
"Whoopee Cushion, you need to stop going to school high." Leek said.
"PERFECT! SO THEN I WONT GO!" Whoopee Cushion then walked to his room. "THANKS GUYS!"

Heh, roommates.

3rd POV

Lyre: Another master attempt ends with disaster.
Frisbee looked up from his phone: Interstate's already jammed.
Lyre: Pour another cup of coffee and watch it all crash and burn.
Glue: WHOOPEE CUSHION FINISHED ALL THE MILK!
Lyre: it's a puzzle, it's a maze. I steer through it a million ways. But each days another wrong turn.

Alef and Nabla fight their way to leave.

Alef (angrily): I BETTER HEAD OUT!
Nabla: IF WHOOPEE CUSHION'S NOT READY, I'M LEAVING WITHOUT HIM!

Teabag: DOES ANYBODY HAVE A MAP
Lyre: ANYBODY HAVE A MAP
Both: ANYBODY HAPPEN TO KNOW HOW THE HECK TO DO THIS! I DONT KNOW IF YOU CAN TELL BUT THIS IS ME JUST PRETENDING TO KNOW! SO WHERE'S THE MAP! I NEED A CLUE, CUZ THE SCARY TRUTH IS

Teabag: I'm flying blind
Lyre: I'm flying blind
Teabag: I'M FLYING BLIND!
Lyre: I'M FLYING BLIND!
Both: I'm flying blind as
I'M MAKING THIS UP AS I GO!
as I go!

A few minutes later, all the students made it to
Seven Cruel Hours Of Our Lives.
   11/29/2022