Hello Pickles. Has anyone tried fried pickles? I haven't. Im just curious though. I am super tired at this moment. Remember if anyone has questions, ask me. Don't be afraid, I wont bite. Well unless you are a chocolate slab. Yumm. So any thoughts on the new yummy stranger, Alex? Does anyone want more of him or nah? And what about their ship name Carvy, sorry couldn't come up with something better. As you can tell im not really creative.
Anyway enjoy....
Ivy's POV
I stared at them as if they were wearing a chicken suit to the queens wedding. What? I could tell that my face masked horror. Did I do something bad? Was this someone's evil doings? Oh my lord I am gonna die. Someone stab me with a rusty knife that was drenched in hand sanitizer.
"What?!" I repeated again, making sure that my ears weren't failing. Maybe I was going deaf.
"Dearest sister you are entered in the school's Talent Show." Chase smirked sipping his Pepsi.
I glared at him. "Why would you guys do that?" What horrible people they were. Throwing me under the bus like that. Terrible.
"Honey but I thought you wanted that. You know the singing and all that jazz." Mom said as she dished dad another serving of food. Dad nodded appreciatively before taking the plate of mom's grasp.
"No mom." I dragged the words out purposely to annoy her. "You know I don't like people hearing me sing."
"Oh how unfortunate, Carson sai-"
I stopped dad at the mentioning of Carson. "Wait what?" My lasagne was getting colder by the minute, but it seemed as if I had lost my appetite.
"Yes Carson. He said that you wanted to do it but you were to afraid." Dad finished off.
"He said that didn't he?" I said rhetorically clutching my fork tightly. I was fuming. I was trying to distinguish the anger I felt. Why would the devil himself sign me up? Oh how I wish I could take that gun of his and shoot him in the knee. I took a deep sigh still gripping my poor fork.
"Are you okay?" Chase grinned evilly. I glared at him and said something that made him shut his mouth.
"Oh dad," Chase's eyes pleaded me not to say anything. "Chase here has gotten himself a new," I looked at Chase whos eyes had widen. I laughed softly before saying, "pair of shoes."
My brother blew a puff of relief out. I grinned out and mom shook her head. "Yeah dad, it's coming next week." He carried on the conversation. I then finished my cold lasagne in anger.
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"Mom I'm just gonna go next door." I said to her after I cleaned the kitchen. She sat on the couch watching T.V.
I walked closer to the door but stopped when I heard her call me. "Why Ivy?" She asked me not looking directly at me. Crap what do I tell her? Oh I am just going to confront Carson about this stupid Talent Show. Nope.
"U-Um I am just gonna say hi to Mel and Melody." I tell her fidgeting with my fingers.
She stared at me like an owl. "You like him don't you?"
I gasped in disbelief. "Why does everyone suddenly think that I like him?" God everyone was getting on my nerves.
"Honey, you are too blind to see what is right in front of you." She kisses her teeth before switching the channel again.
"No mom." I dragged her name out annoying her. "I can see clearly what is in front of me and it isn't him." I pointed out into the air.
Huffing I ran outside immediately forgetting to get a warm jumper. I closed the door softly not wanting to wake up Nathan or Ivory.
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Raspberries #DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE
Teen Fiction"I never thought she would be a Raspberry lover," He says to himself as he strokes my cheek. I then frown, "What do you mean? What's wrong with Raspberries?" I say totally offended. I mean who on Jupiter doesn't like raspberries? "Nothing amare,"...
