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What I want my life to be
I wanna know how I plan to make things easier
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Archer felt really good about finally getting his best friend out of her room. The car ride back to King’s felt like it usually did, with the pair screaming along to their songs from their personal spotify list. The only thing that struck Archer as odd was that his small friend had packed her brothers duffle bag and brought that with her. He refrained to ask what was in it, since he was just relieved that Marisol had followed him back to school. With their musical medley, Archer felt that maybe he finally had his friend back. 

When they arrived in the seniors parking lot the boy turned his busted old car off and got out. Marisol grabbed her duffle bag and smiled at him as she hopped out. The pair was just about to make their entrance to the courtyard as Archer heard his name being called. He spun around and saw his classmates from his AP English class waving him over. The young man turned back to Marisol. [color=35996B]“You go on, I’ll be right in.”[/color] His friend waved him of and disappeared behind the school gates.

Archer jogged over to his friends car [color=35996B]“Hey! What’s up you guys!”[/color] he said cheerely. The people that had called him over where Beth Clemens and Carlos Hernaldo, besides the Misfits these two where the closest thing Archer had to actual friends. 

[b]“We missed you in class today, dude!”[/b] Carlos said with a furrowed brow.

[b]“Yeah you hardly ever miss reading day, did you forget to do the reading?[/b]” Beth scoffed.

Archer let out a laugh [color=35996B]“Nah! I finished it last week, so I thought I could skip today, besides I had something to work out.”[/color] he jerked his head back towards the school. The pair nodded as they looked behind him towards the school. Archer took a sead between Beth and Carlos. They spent a few minutes chatting about nothing and everything. Mostly about their upcoming assignments and homecoming. They were in a deep conversation about the filmatisation of the groups favorite new novel “The Hate U Give” when a loud bang erupted from the otherside of the parking lot. All of their heads snapped up towards the source of the sound. When he saw what was behind the comotion Archer felt his body sag as the dread washed over him. 

[b]“Isn’t that…”[/b] Beth began

[color=35996B]“Unfortunately it is.”[/color] Archer growled. It was as if he was frozen with anger, his eyes following every swing of the bat hitting the Mercedes. What the hell was she doing? He was on board for a old fashioned cat fight in the middle of the courtyard with screaming and cursing, that was fun to watch. But seeing his friend having a full on mental breakdown was… not. Then out of nowhere Marisol tackled Victoire. With that Archer shot up and rushed over hastily shouting a goodbye to his friends. He pushed his way to the crowd that was forming quickly around the scene. By the time he had gotten to the front Marisol was already being pulled away by a teacher. 

Archer cursed out loud and ran both of his hands through his hair in utter frustration. He whipped his phone out of his pocket and dialed Marco Castillo and walked frantically after the teacher who was hauling his friend inside the building. When Marisol’s brother finally answered Archer almost yelled in to the receiver

[color=35996B]“Drop whatever you are doing and get down to King’s your sister is in deep shit!”[/color] he hardly even waited for a reply before he hung up and sprinted up to the teacher and Marisol. [color=35996B]“Come on, you don’t have to drag her anymore!”[/color] he yelled. He was met by a stern face [b]“You better stay out of this Mr. Diedrikson or you’ll be in here too!”[/b] 

The young man could do nothing but watch as Marisol was ushered into the principal's office. As the door closed Archer slid down on to the bench that sat outside and let out a big loud sigh. With his head rested back on to the wall he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He took it out and felt his jaw clench as he read the message on the screen. He furiously typed a reply:

[center][color=35996B]I’m outside the fucking principal’s trying to figure out how to solve shit as usual![/color][/center]

He sent it and stood up and started to pace back and forward, and it was in that moment he ran out of fucks to give. This was someone elses problem now, he pocketed his phone and walked back out of the school building.