Wh-what is th-this? Help me, please!
I don’t know, but please help me get out of this thing!
Oh no... I throw up, it was my lunch and her periods. Here! Hold still, I'm grabbing your arms.
H-hurry! I can feel myself getting sucked in!
Ahhhhhh!!! My arms! What the hell?!
JELPY! YOUR PARENTS ARE COMING AND WE NEED TO HIDE THE BODY!
WTF?! I'm not gonna let some gross tentacle creature rip my arms off!
Hiding behind our lockers, seeing Zoey's parents walk in.
Shit. This is gonna be bad.
"Why aren't you in uniform?"
"Where is your backpack?"
Wait... she does have a backpack!
Oh thank god. She doesn't notice anything wrong.
Holy crap, what if she asks to check the backpack?
We gotta act normal. Maybe we can distract her somehow?
I grab Zoey's hand and get her to follow me quietly to class.
whispering Are we gonna be okay?
Hopefully... The classroom door is open... I guess we just play it cool and get to class.
taking deep breaths Okay. We can do this.
I sit down at my desk, praying to every God in existence that we won't get caught.
Alright, I think we made it through. That was way too close for comfort.
Man, that was crazy. How are you doing?
Physically? Terrible. Emotionally? Worse. But hey, at least we're alive. For now.
You should go home and rest.
Thanks for helping me today. And sorry for making you worry.
No worries. Good thing that you didn't get caught by her parents...
Yeah... that would've been a whole other level of embarrassment. At least no one knows about my secret life as an angsty teenager yet.