Your name is Fido Ballthrow, and you're sixteen years old. A long, exciting, awesome summer has begun! You're quite sure it's going to be filled with lots of fun, parties, and flirtatious high jinks with attractive girls! Yeah, no. Things like that don't happen to you, and the world is going to end in a few years anyway.
You've been out all night. Or at least long enough for the sun to rise and the water to start glimmering. A normal teenager would be worried about their mother yelling at them when they get home, but your mom would probably yell at you either way. Hell, she'd probably yell at you for coming home too early. You could have had a night of new experiences by taking shrooms, but because you didn't wanna make your friend (and crush) Felino uncomfortable you decided you wouldn't do them. Your "friend" Little Pat is pretty pissed at you for this, but your other friend Eric was pretty chill with it considering he was the one who actually brought them. Now you stand by the lake, your "friend" Pat standing on top of a rock he could easily fall off of like an idiot. This is nothing new.
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