Opposites Attract

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Annabelle

I get instructions from the waitress on how to get to the bathroom, and when I am washing my hands, I hear this huuuuge crash like on the other side of the bathroom's wall and then a couple seconds later, a really high pitched shriek. Oh dear. I wipe my hands quickly on my jeans and run out of the bathroom. It's the girl who was like yelling at her mom! She somehow managed to knock over a broom, a mop, and like ten billion forks and knives and spoons. Wow. That takes SKILLS! Wooow. That's pretty cool, I have to admit, but still. I wonder if she's okay, because she's kind of just standing there in shock, not moving... at all.

"Are you-" I start, because I'm going to ask if she's okay, but she interrupts me instead,

"Yes, I AM Victoria Brooks, my parents do own Brooks the electronics company. If you want an autograph, you can get it from my mom, who is sitting in the red booth out there. Just no pictures. That's all." She manages to look pretty annoyed even though I think she's probably still in shock. And... wow. Talk about bossy and rude. Maybe she just is too used to people asking her if she's THAT celebrity's kid or something. I would be if I were her.

So I say (kind of awkwardly), "Um... I was going to say 'Are you okay?' But... hello, Victoria Brooks, I have a radio made by your parent's company. I'm Annabelle, by the way..." That's true! I do have a radio made by her parent's company. IT WAS SOOOO EXPENSIVE LIKE FIVE BAGZILLION DOLLARS. Just kidding. It was like forty five dollars. I think. Or fifty. I DON'T KNOW. A birthday present is what it was! There. Anyways.

She replies, "Oh... um... thanks. I'm okay, I probably just dented a bunch of forks and knives and spoons and all that." Ha ha. TRU DAT! But she can probably pay for like this times five amount of silverware with her weekly allowance. Now, now. BE NICE, ANNABELLE! She probably doesn't get THAT much money. Actually, I don't know how much this many forks and knives and spoons cost. Hmm. I don't even know how much ONE fork or knife or spoon would cost. I guess it depends on the kind of metal or plastic or whatever it is made out of, because if it is super easy to break, you can probably buy MORE OF THEM! Yay. Look at that. What an amazingly genius analysis.

"Yeah..." I say, and start picking up the silverwareness that is scattered everywhere. Is she magical? Did she like enchant the silverware to fly or something? Because I can think of no other explanation for a fork sitting in an extra milkshake cup on the fourth shelf. She starts picking stuff up with me, looking kind of embarrassed. I would be, too! I mean, it's preeeetty stupid what she did. No offense to her or anything...

Soon enough, there's a small crowd of people, including the waitress (eeeeeeep!) my mom, (eeeeep!), and her mom (EEEEEEEEP!). Yes. Eep. Isn't that what you say when you're scared? Oh, whatever. There's also a couple of the people who were eating at Greasy Joint with us. God, Greasy Joint. Stupid name. Sorry. STUPID NAME!!

"Hello.. Slight accident here, but, um, I'll... clean it all up, no worries..." Victoria says in a small voice.

"You should be more careful!" Snaps the waitress. Well, excuse ME miss snobby pants. GOOOOOODNESSS GRACIOUS MEEEE OH MYYYY! That hurt. You're probably wondering, What the fuck? What hurt? What is GOING ON HERE?! Okay, what is GOING ON HERE is that a spoon just fell on my head. YEEEEEP. That's what just happened. All right. Stupid spoon.

We clean up for a while. Aka, it was like... six when we got there, we clean up until like nine, then eat, laughing about our stupidity, until like ten thirty. I get home around eleven.

Itś tiring, but fun!