A/N: Hello, all! This is my first story on this site in a while. I’m a little rusty but please enjoy. I’ll continue if I get some reviews.

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Let’s just say things are like this. There are my two best friends in the world, Anthony and Malcolm. We’ve pretty much grown up together through middle school and now we’re in our final year of high school getting ready to move on to college. It’s funny but, as a girl everyone, of course, would expect me to connect more with women. But I don’t really have girl friends. I can’t stand girls.

I’ve known Anthony slightly longer than Malcolm because Malcolm transferred into the school a year later. He’s kind of the self- proclaimed leader of our little trio. You know the guy who always carries the camera and sticks it in your face at uncomfortable moments. Anthony is that kind of guy. His goal in life is to be a filmmaker and I almost have no doubt that he will do just that. His amateur work is amazing and he’s won a few awards for it at school.

Malcolm is just Malcolm. He’s so hard to describe. Sometimes he acts like an egotistically jerk, especially around other guys. And that's something I can never understand. But somehow he always says and does something completely out of the blue that will surprise you. I get the feeling that he holds back some of his inner genius just because he likes being lazy. The best thing about him is that he can always make me smile, even when I have the toughest day.

The three of us are kind of the typical high school outcast group. Anthony and I because of choice and Malcolm just really doesn’t care. Actually, Malcolm is the “coolest” out of our group and he constantly gets invited to parties by jocks and girl friends that sometimes ends up going to. But he pretty much sticks with us.

“Are you still writing in that journal, Krys? What are you writing about anyway?” Malcolm tried to peek over my shoulder and I immediately closed my book. “The game is starting soon so hurry up”

As for me, I’m Krystal. I’m a senior in high school trying to find some kind of direction for my life. I love reading and writing and spend most of my time doing just that. I write for my school paper and I am head editor of the sports division (in addition to being the only female member). Yeah, I’m somewhat of a sports buff, and I love going to watch teams play at whatever game. But I don’t really play any myself.

I got up from the desk and looked around for the first time in maybe an hour. I was just so caught up in my work, I totally forgot I was in the library. Malcolm had this almost disgusted look on his face as he looked around. I think this might be the first time in a library. No really.

“Let’s get out of here.” He whispered in a somewhat horrified voice near my ear. It made me want to laugh but I covered my mouth. I shoveled my books and papers into my backpack and quickly followed Malcolm outside to where Anthony was waiting, pointing his camera toward the sidewalk. I heard Malcolm let out a sigh of relief,

“That was just horrible! Why would anyone want to spend time in there?”

“Um…. Maybe to study?”

He breathed out what sounded like a whistle between his teeth.

“This kid has never even heard of studying! He’s copied off me for the past six years.” Anthony jumped in.

“Figures” I muttered.

Malcolm gave me a devious smirk.

“Anyways.” Anthony looked in the direction of the football field. The games probably already started. But I’m kind of hungry.”

Malcolm and I both looked at each other with knowing glances. I forgot to mention that Anthony likes to eat. A lot.　I watched him single handedly eat three large pizzas at a party last year. And he never gains a pound.

Lucky.

“Well actually, I’m kind of hungry too,” I chimed in.

“I could eat I guess. ” Malcolm concluded after a few moments. “I vote pizza”

“Well it’s settled then. Let’s get something to eat and then head to the game.” We walked a few blocks away from the school to Russo’s Pizza. As we made our order, we were just laughing and talking as usual. One of the store employees, a student at our school I think, came with a poster that slapped on the wall behind me.

Anthony, Malcolm and I all were looking at the poster. We’d recognize the design everywhere. It was yet another reminder that the school prom was coming up in only a few weeks. Anthony scratched his head with a slightly perplexed look on his face.

“Why are they advertising for the prom here?”

“Russo’s is probably providing the food or something”

“Are you going to the prom?” Anthony asked me.

“I’d rather die.” I said melodramatically. He smiled. Did he know I was serious?

“I have a better idea,” His eyes gleamed as he spoke the words. “How about I order like five dozen pizzas and we just chill out that evening.”

And the crazy thing is, He probably was serious about the pizza thing at least.

“Well, anything is better than some stupid prom” I muttered.

Another employee came out with the large pizza and set it on the table and we slid our cash unto the counter. After we got our sodas, we sat down on the seats and began eating.

“But seriously, we should all chill out together prom night. We can bring some home movies, maybe some board games….” Anthony continued.

“Board games? Sounds wild.” Malcolm said waving his hands in the air sarcastically.

“Oh whatever. It’s not as if any of us has any dates.”

“I’ll bring the beer.” Malcolm said with his trademark smirk.

I hoped he was kidding, but then again, I wouldn’t be surprised.

Later on, we went to the basketball game at our rival school. Our section of the bleachers was empty and our team was losing badly as usual. We don’t exactly go to cheer on a winning team. We love being at games but it’s not for the reason you think. We each have a little routine that we go through. Malcolm flirts with the school cheerleaders or twirlers, I usually end up watching the game writing notes on it for the school paper along with giving play-by play commentary while Malcolm films it.

I really think the best part of the game is when our team scores and you hear three people screaming and clapping from the bleachers while the home crowd murmuring or booing. Even if it were just me, I’d do it, because it’s so funny. There’s nothing like it.

Final Score: 66 to 30. Our rival school won of course. But we came out laughing and talking as if we had a victory. Anthony was watching clips the clips that he just filmed, probably thinking about how he can put a video together. Malcolm ran up behind us, hastily shoving the slips of papers with numbers on them into his pocket.

Yeah, a typical game.

These are the type of days I’d want to keep forever, but things always change when you least expect them to.