the group called secret discussion

Stacey grabbed a bag of chips and a small gatorade before heading out the door. It was only 10 seconds of freedom and fresh air before her mom came running out of the house holding up a hideous lunch box with superman sketched amongst the sides.

"You forgot your lunch, sweetie!" She cried from her spot on the porch.

Stacey spun around and rolled her eyes at the site of Marcus' old lunch box. He had been into Superman like 3 years ago, and Stacey's mom had insisted on keeping the rusted tin box.

"No thanks, mom! I got lunch money." Stacey improvised, getiing the quick escape she needed.

((ok, bye. i'm quitting this group! i'm sorry, i just hate roleplays.))

"Umm.." Stacey muttered, "I think I will walk. Meet you at the school, kay?" Stacey finished, leaving Rachel's confused and bewildered face on the bus as it drove away into the distance.

((SRY!))