The Meme Dream Team [Closed]

Sophie clicked the ancient mouse with a hefty nostril exhale. She typed lol as she reblogged the meme on her favorite, nondescript blogging website. Boredom was a powerful motivator to waste time looking at memes.

Being the typical rebellious teenager that Carl is, he was off doing god knows what for the day. Somehow he managed to stumble into the library, which is someplace he's probably never been to before, and ran into Sophie.

"Sick memes." He probably said or something.

Elly had happened to be passing by when Carl made his comment about what the girl had been looking at. At first, she wanted to keep walking but curiosity got the best of her as she peeked around at the screen. "The hell are you looking at?" She asked.

Sophie looked up at the guy walking by. "Thanks," she replied. Turning to the girl passing by she said, "I'm looking at the dankest of memes, my dude." She turned back to the screen and scrolled through more memes.

Sophie felt challenged. "Bitch don't you know that memes can be found anywhere?" she replied.

"I..." Was the only way that Elly could respond. She'd heard of memes but never bothered to participate. "What is it that makes them... 'dank?'" She asked, air quotes and all.

"The only memes that nondescript blogging websites produce are about sucking Pennywise's cotton candy dick." Carl digressed, raising one hand to his chest in faux shock at Sophie's words. "And memes," He turned slightly on his heels to look at the meme virgin, "Are dank bc they correlate to everyone's inner edge."

"Excuse me, this nondescript blogging website has incredibly dank memes, you'll do well to apologize. Hoe," she retorted, showing him a pretty fuckin' dank meme.

An eyebrow went up and arms crossed. "And you're both into this kind of thing?" She glanced back to Sophie's screen, suddenly choking on disbelief and a chuckle. "This is like... surreal shit."

"Nothing says dank meme like idubbbz," she said, possibly frightening the poor meme virgin. "Honey, you've got a big storm coming," she told her.

"I've never watched Simpsons..." she muttered before curiosity finally got the best of her. Squeezing between Carl and Sophie, she stared at the computer screen. "Alright bitches, educate me."

"What are you all up to? Studying or something?" The boy said, knowing full well that no one did any studying or much or anything useful at Beata. Caine sauntered in with his usual levels of macho swag. His hair was perfectly styled, like some pretty boy in a magazine. His teeth flashed, and his pulled out a brand new android with a gallery filled with grade-A memes, ready to deal them out to the clearly uneducated group after noticing the screen.

"Study? Caine don't you know I can't even read?" Carl questioned, totally not paying attention to the sick memes anymore.