Novel & Cerita Yearbook Quotes Funny

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

“We’ll figure it out together. That’s what we do. No more letting rich bullies or hot professors ruin our last year. Deal?” “Deal,” I said, smiling at both of them. Their support wrapped around my heart like armor. For a while, we talked about everything dream jobs, ridiculous bucket list items for senior year, even silly memories from freshman orientation. Laughter flowed easily. It reminded me why I fought so hard to stay here. But peace never lasted long.

The annual school anniversary was more than just a dance; it was a night of memories, traditions, and giving back—a testament to the vibrant spirit of the school community. “I swear if I hear one more word about this anniversary, I’m jumping off one of the fucking parapet in the library building and I’m not even joking.” I swore, rubbing my bleary eyes with a tired yawn then proceeded to rub my throbbing temples at the beginnings of a migraine which increased with the excited squeal coming from the group behind me.

“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

“Better make sure my hair is pulled out of my face then for when I throw up!” We giggled until my cheeks were flushed and ached from smiling. “This is your year,” Mari remarked. “I just feel it!”

Even now, I could barely stand the sound of fireworks. I left the girls’ bathroom and entered the hallway. I kept my head down as I made my way to my locker to get my books for today. I wanted to make it to class earlier to get my usual seat. Otherwise, I’ll be walking into a ‘roast line’ in which everyone has a stupid joke to say. I’ve heard every fat joke in the books. “Mila is the true meaning of the word plus size.” “Mila steps on a scale and it reads ‘to be continued.’”

The second the call ends, I flop onto my bed, groaning, phone still in hand. Without really thinking, I open my photo albums, and my thumb hovers over the folder labeled “BFF.” Millie and I fill the screen, both of us making silly faces, eyes squeezed shut and grins wide. I swipe through, finding more memories—us attempting that ridiculous red-carpet pose, trying to look like Audrey Hepburn but dissolving into laughter before the camera even clicked. Shot after shot of inside jokes, late nights, and dumb pranks we pulled on Juhyuk and Jugyoung.

"That was totally refreshing dad. You should go into comedy." His parents stared at each other surprised then at their son. "What was funny about everything I said?". Mitch inquired. "What wasn't funny dad?." Andrei chuckled. "We're in the Twenty first century...not the fifteenth century. I'm very sure people were wiser then or something." He shrugged. "Indians don't even do that anymore."

“Relax girl, I'm totally into boys and we are going to have the best year of our lives, especially with the boys” “Phew, thank God” I laughed back, I liked her already. It was indeed going to be an amazing year…”

“The backbone of this family, even when I’m always the pain in the neck.” Everybody burst out laughing again,my cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling too much at this point. Mom rolled her eyes,she lifted her glass up, and said softly, “Here’s to surviving another year with him.” “To surviving…” Uncle Sal cheered. “To love,” Isla added,her brown eyes all dreamy. I gave a playful grunt “To carbs and chaos,” I muttered, and Uncle Sal gave me a discreet fist bump under the table. And I grunted from that pain.