/The next day: 2:30 p.m./
-'He's really taking some time, I'm about to call him if he doesn't come at 2:35'
-Yoooo
-You finally came. Oh, Ben , wassup ?
-Huh, I'm good and you ? I heard you've pulled up all nighters for Caryn ?
-Yeah, my efforts will pay soon, no worries.
-Sure, I'm rooting for you bro.
-Soooo, you said yesterday that you only have English and Spanish left ?
-Yeah.
-We didn't do anything in English. You know, the teacher just started talking about his life and told us what will come to the test.
-What will come? Pff, I'm talking like I wasn't even in class. Tiredness is something, I swear.
-Wait, he said what will come to the test ? I might have been to the bathroom.
-Yeah, he said like an essay about being famous. Wait Ben... Here.
-*Reads:" Have you ever wanted to be famous? If yes, how ? Respond in 500 words minimum"*
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-Seems easy, I don't regret sleeping then.
-Easy huh ??
-Charles, he's actually right, it seems pretty easy to me too.
-Okay, since you think it's that's easy, tell me then.
-Which one should start ?
-Let's do a rock paper scissors.
-Aight, bet
*In unison " Rock paper scissors"*
-I'm the winner.
-Nahhh! Ben is always cheating!
-Charles, you're too loud. It's been like two days I'm telling you that. We'll get evicted soon.
-Okay, let me talk now- Wait a damn second. Quentin. That doesn't make sense!
-What doesn't make sense.
-You're telling me you slept the whole week without remembering anything?
-Yeah... I guess.
-That's concerning bro, go see a doctor please.
-Huh...
-Ben! Start talking already, it's been like forever since you said you were talking.
-If I had to be famous, I'll probably do it in politics or something related. Like strategy or military commanding stuff.
-Politics ? Military? Ahahaha ! You're too soft for that bruh.
-Too soft ? Do you agree with him Quentin?
-To a certain extent yeah... But people can change too so...
-Someday I'll show you both.
-Yeah yeah. Personally, I'll choose something that attracts women you see ? Like an actor or a businessman you see ?
-Lost cause.
-Agreed.
-Y'all don't understand nothin' about the real things *shakes his head* . Anyway, tell us Quentin. What could that self of yours want to become?
-I don't really know. I don't even want to be famous. I just want to left alone, to be honest.
-And I'm the lame one here ? Come on!
-Hey, it's not lame to be chill! And why are you standing up !? You're attracting attention bruh.
-I don't care, that's peak lameness here! *With a weird voice: "I don't want to be famous , I want to be left alone"* Tv show ahh response. Get out!
-Quentin... Charles is right, it's lame.
-You too !?
-Yeah but I can't lie. Who wants to die unnoticed?
-See ? Even him is on my side
-Hey, that feels backhanded...
-Yeah but no. Not a great fan of fame. It only brings problems and unnecessary responsibilities.
-Pff, I just hope you get it someday. That's really pitiful.
