The goth kids had returned to their spot in the back lot of the school. Sure, they were gonna start skipping less, but why start today?

Henrietta sat with her legs crossed, scribbling some new poetry in her notebook. Georgie pretended to do the same, though everyone could tell he was really finishing up the math homework that was due tomorrow. Dylan rested his head on Evan's shoulder, a cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. Evan sat with his back to the wall, pondering something.

"Hey, you know what?" he said suddenly, causing his companions to look up, "there's a window up there."

"Yeah... what's your point?" Henrietta asked.

"I'm pondering what's on the other side of it."

"Probably the boiler room or something," Dylan replied lazily.

"I'm gonna look," he said, getting up. Dylan whined slightly at the loss of his human pillow as Evan stood on top of a crate to get a better view.

"SON OF A BITCH." As the others clamored to see, the counselor smiled down at the papers on her desk, having heard everything they'd said through the open window.

THE END AND JUNK. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED

I've been meaning to write this for a while, and I'm glad I did. Positive feedback is nice, but if you have any suggestions for how I could improve I would greatly appreciate that as well.