KOTLC Characters Read The Books!

Chapter 6

THAT NIGHT SOPHIE DREAMED THE Keebler elves were holding her hostage until she perfected all their cookie recipes. Then she told them she liked Oreos better, and they tried to drown her in a giant vat of fudge. She woke in a cold sweat and decided sleep was overrated.

Keefe: What are... Keebler elves

Linh: According to this... is the Keebler elf

Marella: *outraged* THIS IS A DISGRACE TO ELVENKIND. WE DO NOT LOOK LIKE THAT. WE ARE SOPHISTICATED PROPER ELEGANT BEINGS THAT PRIDE THEMSELVES IN THEIR APPEARANCES, PERSONALITIES, AND SHOWCASE. AND WE MOST CERTAINLY DO NOT MAKE COOKIES.

Everyone: . . .

Marella: Apologies for my outburst. Thank you for coming to my Elf Talk.

Sophie: Do you mean... Ted talk?

Marella: Who's Ted??

When morning came, she took a quick shower and threw on her best jeans and a shirt she'd never worn—buttery yellow with brown stripes. It was the only item in her closet that wasn't gray, and she'd always been too self-conscious to wear it. But the color brought out the gold flecks in her eyes, and today she would see Fitz again. As much as she hated to admit it, she wanted to look good. She even clipped part of her hair back and toyed with the idea of lip gloss—but that was going too far. Then she snuck downstairs to check outside for him.

Sophie: *turns bright red and chokes on her Lushberry juice* That- no- what!

Fitz: Oh? Hmmm

Keefe: *grumbles* Of course

She crept into the front yard, blinking to keep the falling ash out of her eyes. The smoke was so thick it stuck to her skin. Seriously, when were they going to get the fires contained?

"Looking for someone?" her next-door neighbor asked from his perch in the middle of his lawn. Mr. Forkle could always be found there, rearranging hundreds of garden gnomes into elaborate tableaux.

Mr. Forkle: :)

Edaline: Nice to know someone was watching after you though <3

Fitz: He's a stalker

Ro: Says you!! Did you even read Chapter 4? Who chose this guy to be Sophie's official guide??

"No," she said, hating how nosy he was. "I was checking to see if the smoke was any better. I guess it's not." She coughed for added effect.

His beady blue eyes bored into hers, and she could tell from his thoughts that he didn't believe her. "You kids," he grumbled. "Always up to something."

Mr. Forkle loved to start sentences with the words "you kids." He was old and smelled like feet and was always complaining about something. But he was the one who called 911 when she fell and hit her head, so she was obligated to be nice.

Mr. Forkle: ...Oh?

Sophie: I need the bathroom. I'll be right back *exits*

Biana: She... went the wrong way? The bathroom is on the left-

He moved a gnome a fraction of an inch to the left. "You should get back inside before the smoke gives you another one of those headaches you're always—"

Loud yapping interrupted him, and a ball of fur with legs streaked up the sidewalk, barking its tiny head off. A blond guy in spandex jogging shorts chased after it.

"Would you mind grabbing her?" he called to Sophie as the dog raced across her lawn.

"I'll try." The dog was quick, but Sophie managed to step on the leash with a clumsy lunge. She kneeled, stroking the wild-eyed, panting creature to calm her down.