February 19, 1991
Ages: Willow:8 Scarlet:9 Vincent:8 Mike:8
Grade: 4
Willow's pov
"Willow? Are you sure we should be doing this? Your parents told us not to touch anything." My purple hair best friend, Vinny or Vincent asked. "Oh come on Vinny stop being a bummer like Mike." i told him. "Hey!" Mike yelled. "Anyways. Soooo what do you think Scar?" i asked my sort of ginger friend. "Hmmmmmm." she hummed.
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| Food of the day |
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| "Child Molseter" |
| $5.00 |
|Comes with candy |
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"Perfect!" she yelled. Ding! "First customer!" i yelled. "Hello my good sir! Might i interest you in the food of the day?," i asked the man. "Its called 'Child Molester' comes with candy. Because thats how they get their victims." i countiuned. "Ok...where are your parents?" he asked. "Ummm their downstairs grinding the meat." mike answered. "I'm gonna go to the restroom." Scarlet said as she went to the restroom. "No...that's just a metaphor. Their literally 'grinding the meat'. If you know what i saying." i said refreeing a sex joke that i knew. Im a messed up child. "What?!" Mike and Vinny yelled. "...oh God." the man said in a loud whisper. "Hey what are you doing,Willow. And why is he staring at me like that?" my dad asked me.
