"Girls," Joe looked at them. "This is Martha. She will be taking care of you for the time being. But so far we cannot tell how long you are staying. Most likely it will surpass 1 year."
A young lady walked on with her hair in a 'tie head'. Her face was dirty and she wore clothes that were way too big for her body shape. In short, she looked poor and was flat.
"Tara!" Joe screamed. A tall lady walked into the room. She was black. [I know but it's too long.] Right, sorry, she was African-American. He gestured towards her lazily. "She just joined us last week." Lays looked at Joe weirdly. "Mr. Joe," she started, "Are you...um, how do I put this...? Areyouracist? I mean. Are you racist?" Lays and her big mouth! Sprite thought.
"Because," she continued, "our teacher in social customs says that if you're racist you are afraid you're not... good enough. She also said that black people should be called African-American." Tara looked miffed. "Well I'll have you know-" she started. Joe hit her on the face. "SHUT UP YOU PIG!" Tara had blood marks on her face and quickly ran out of the room crying. "Racist hog." Lays said under her breath.
Woah, guys, chill. I-I'm sorry! It's just- this story is boring. I had to make it more interesting. It's only a little bit of violence! You can't forbid me from writing-I'm the oldest! 3 minutes is a lot! Oh, come on! Sigh. I'm forbidden to write for the next 3 chapters. Bye.😞
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"I am not racist!" Joe screamed. "Tara used to work for the other side. And... Eliminated my wife and children. The other side did the same for her. So she works for The Organization. But I will never forget that. Never!" He sort of forgot that they were still there.
He touched his face. "Oh, girls, go to sleep,alright? Lays you have the blue bed. Sprite you have the pink one.'' He walked out of our room.
Sprite walked into the primping room and called Lays in. "Sprite... We're supposed to... sleep." Lays said. Sprite waved her off. "Yeah. And I'm supposed to be me." Sprite opened every cupboard like she owned the place.
Sprite found some black lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, and blush. "Why so much black makeup?" Lays asked her. Sprite smiled. "Oh nooooo." Lays frowned. Sprite nodded. "Oh no you don't!" Sprite cried as Lays ran out of the room.
"GET..BACK HERE!!!" Lays jumped onto the bed and Sprite tackled her. Sprite pinned her down with one hand. "Stop!" Lays cried. "Never!" Sprite shouted. She smeared lipstick onto Lays. "Gah!" Lays turned her head. It got smeared all over her face. "Good idea!" Sprite said. She put black lipstick all over Lays' face. "STOP IT NOW OR ELSE I WILL SEND YOU TO THE HOSPITAL!" Lays screamed. She flipped Sprite onto her back and pulled her hair. Sprite flipped her back. So, Lays flipped her off the bed. "Ow!" She cried. "Ow! Stop! I think.... I bro- Ow! ...a...bone." Sprite panted. Lays looked alarmed.
"Oh my gosh. What have I done!?" Lays Hopped off the bed and kneeled in front of Sprite. Sprite smiled wickedly. She kneed Lays in the gut. Lays rolled into her side and clutched her stomach. "Iyyyy ugh ooguguhj." Sprite brushed her hands off. She pranced back to the bed.
Tara walked in with Martha. "Girls, please, just go to bed." Tara said to her.
"Lays, I will be your designated Maid. And Tara is yours, Sprite."
Lays looked puzzled. "We get our own M.A.I.D? Cool!" Sprite boinged up. "What is M.A.I.D. An acronym for?" Tara laughed. "Why, it's: Many All-stead Indian Dengnows. It basically means Indian servant because this used to be an Indian household." Sprite scratched her head. "Anyway, goodnight!" She turned to leave but stopped.
"Where shall you sleep?" Martha and Tara laughed. "Why, on the floor in front of your bed, silly. But, Nigel gets the fourth floor." Lays growled. "So,Joe is sexist too." And nobody said anything else that night.
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(Savannah) Lays woke up to a sweet smell. Breakfast!!! Lays ran down to the second floor. "Woah." She whispered. There were lots of closed doors that looked like they were all vacant. The hallway looked endless. Lays called it, the infinity hall. But, then she found the end.
At the end of the hall, there was a huge wooden door with chains shackled over it. "What the heck?" There was a big lock the size of her fist. Lays fingered the lock. To her surprise the door creaked open. She looked back to make sure no one saw her, then turned back. "Why, hello, Lays. I see I left the door unlocked. What a waste of chains." Lays turned to see a man about 6 feet 3 inches. He had silver hair and a warm smile.
"Oh! Uh I was just-" "Going to breakfast." The man told her sternly. Lays scampered off. 'It must be Nigel.' She thought.
"Oh, hey Lays!" Sprite said putting down her plate. "Martha and Tara prepared breakfast." She told Lays. I know. "I hope you like pancakes." Joe said. Lays nodded. "Great. We'll eat breakfast later."
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"Girls, this...Is the infinity hall." Joe gestured around them. The hall that seems like it is endless." Joe got serious. "Now I'm gonna show you some stuff you can't tell anyone about. Do you promise?" The girls nodded. "Good. Welcome... To the Infinity Room."
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Sprite and Lays
General FictionA cute story made to seem like it was made by 11 year old triplets. If you love adventure, comedy, and hilarious input you'll keep turning pages. It mixes in the 'authors' lives. I made this story myself and I am only 10. It all starts after a fire...
