Screaming.

Yelling.

Cursing.

Irish?

Jack was thrashing in his simulated bed, crying and screaming about something. We had gotten to sleep for an hour, but it didn't look like Jack was going to sleep anytime soon. The good friend that I am, I went over and comforted him. Then I heard Felix whisper from behind me.

"Septiplier away."

I rolled my eyes. At least he could make jokes in a situation like this. Jack woke up and saw me and started hugging me.

"No homo tho..." His voice squeaked as he said that.

I just laughed softly and agreed with him. As he fell asleep once more, I walked around the dark room to see what it had to offer. There was a table in the far right that I hadn't seen before. Items were placed on it, with tags that I couldn't read from here. As I got closer, I saw that each one of our names were written neatly on a tag. The items... backpacks?

Then it made sense. We were going into a highschool enviornment. I heard footsteps and saw Cry walking towards me. He actually had a good looking face. Tan hair, green eyes with flecks of gold, sculptured jaw and a nice body gave way to the fashionable clothes he was wearing. This was the first time I ever saw him in person. The fans would go nuts if they saw him... I thought.

As he made his way over to me, he spoke in hushed tones. I swear, his voice could turn straight men gay.

"Mark, what are you doing?"

I looked to the backpacks.

"Exploring." I responded vaguely.

He chuckled and started to walk away. I looked his way and back at the backpacks. The all had the same distinct patterns, just a different color for each of us. Mine was pink... really? Wtf. Jack's was neon green. Bob's was yellow, Wade's was red. Felix's was purple and Cry's was white. They each had a single notebook and pencil in them. I picked up a notebook and opened the first page, where a note was written.

The purpose of this notebook is a journal. You will be required to write in it everyday.

Good luck.

-Dr. Brant

Well...

Not knowing what to think, I slipped the notebook back into the bag where it came from and walked over to my friends, who were awake. Discussing something unknown, they all stopped and turned their heads towards me.

"Hey Mark. What did ya find over there?" Bob inquired.

I was about to speak when Dr. Bitc- *ahem* Brant, came in to the room. Without explanation, he walked over to the backpacks and slipped them on us. Then he pricked us with something.

The feeling that came over my body was... weird. My entire body was on fire, and little pricks of coldness simultaneously. The sensation brought tears to my eyes.

Then...

We were in highschool.

And everyone was staring.