New Skit Thing

Hi, I'm here to start part 1 of a several part skit thing.

New skit thing. 

The entire post got deleted. 

Oh. 

Good thing from today (Thursday): My school had a delayed opening.

Bad thing: The FCC apparently repealed net neutrality. 

.........

I'm so sad right now. The entire skit is gone. What the f*ck.

Whatever. I'll just make part 1 shorter. And different. And worse. (Iwanttodieagain)

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[Date: December 14th. Time: 9:00 pm. Location: Upstairs hangout room.]

Twinkle: Okay so, it's been well over a week since you left for the day with Ryen. 

Duke: *wearing a dark gray hoodie, refuses to look at Twinkle* It doesn't matter.

Twinkle: What doesn't matter?

Duke: It doesn't matter what happened then. It's not important, anyways.

Twinkle: Ryen won't tell us anything about what happened, so I'm asking you.

Duke: *raises hood* Nothing changed.

Twinkle: You said something was gonna change. What was gonna change?

Duke: It didn't change. It's not important.

Twinkle: Remember when we confessed to each other our darkest secrets?

Duke: *lowers hood and finally looks at Twinkle* Of course I do. The X's.

Twinkle: *looks sad and uncomfortable for a moment, lifts right arm and stares at the forearm for a moment before bringing it back down* Oh.. yeah.

Duke: That's what you were referring to, right?

Twinkle: Well, I--

Duke: I know that's what you were thinking about, even if you weren't conscious of doing so.

Twinkle: Ugh, stop changing the subject! Just tell me one thing that happened that day.

Duke: Okay. *sighs* Being emotional apparently is a death sentence.

Twinkle: What?

Duke: It means that you should have gone with Ryen instead of me because I get easily emotional and I'm dramatic.

Twinkle: Oh, you know about that?

Duke: Of course I know I'm like that. I'm not that clueless.

[Brock, Sparkle, Dawn, and Finny enter the room. The atmosphere has changed.]

Brock: Guys, want to know what changed? *points dramatically behind at Sparkle* Sparkle did!

Twinkle: Uh.. how?

Sparkle: *sighs* Nothing changed about my appearance, Brock.

Brock: Are you sure? Your eyebrows look clearly brown.

Duke: *snickers* Dude, are you serious?

Brock: What?

Sparkle: It's called I always make sure my hair is dyed. The color you see in my eyebrows is my natural hair color.

Brock: What? No...

Sparkle: Duke and I are related. I'm not related to Fierdan and Ryen, though.

Brock: Is this a joke I'm missing out on?

Sparkle: *sighs* Why would I lie about that?

Duke: Hey, do you remember who that person, Eternal, was?

Brock: That's a horrible name, but yeah, I remember. He was your father.

Duke: Good, you remembered something.

Brock: Okay, and?

Duke: Eternal had a sister. She is Sparkle's mother.

Brock: Oh.. interesting.

Sparkle: Uh.. okay.

Dawn: Do you want to know what really changed? It's something called the weather. It's freezing!

Twinkle: Well, it is the winter.

Finny: Technically, it's still autumn. It does feel like its winter now though. The high today was 20 degrees Fahrenheit- well below the freezing mark at 32 degrees.

Dawn: I'm so cold! And we're inside!

Finny: Do you want me to fetch you a blanket?

Dawn: No thanks, I'm good.

Finny: *is confused* Uh.. sure.. okay then.  

Twinkle: *now speaking to Sparkle* Oh, I wonder why you keep your hair dyed.

Sparkle: *glares at Twinkle for a second* You know why.

Twinkle: Of course I know.

Dawn: Wait, what was the reason?

Sparkle: She didn't like my natural hair. And soon after, I didn't like my hair either.

Twinkle: *smirks* Oh, that's such an unhealthy friendship. Oh dear!

Sparkle: *is annoyed* Shut up!

Finny: She isn't here. She can't control you anymore.

Duke: Thank god. I hated that b*tchy friend of yours.

Sparkle: Ugh! *storms out of room*

[As if to replace Sparkle's presence in the room, Fierdan and Ryen enter the room. I'm typing this skit as quickly as I can, and the first version was a lot better. This will do, I guess. Screw Blogger for crashing and not saving a draft I had saved many times.] 

Fierdan: *counting on his fingers and muttering to himself* Cinco días. Tendré veinte años en cinco días. What the f*ck.

Twinkle: Uh...

Ryen: He's been like this all day. 

Finny: Umm...

Duke: It's almost our- Fierdan's and my- birthday. We're getting old.

Dawn: Yeah, witnessing you guys turning those numbers is--

Fierdan: What the f*ck, what the f*ck! In five days, I'll be 20. I don't even know if I'm speaking that other language correctly; I haven't spoken it in so long. 

Duke: Is that the language the ancients called Spanish?

Ryen: Yeah, that's the one.

Duke: Hmm.. interesting.

Fierdan: Uh.. okay.

Twinkle: Well.. I.. gotta go. Bye. *slowly backs out of room*

Fierdan: Oh--

Twinkle: What are you doing back here?

Sparkle: *is back* I found something old.

....... uh okay wtf. More coming next time on Cutepups suffering channel (aka this blog)! 

*collapses and starts crying*