Hort The Snob

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(Flashback)

   It was a hot summer day; I was sitting on the porch in a hello kitty shirt with a skirt over my jeans (I was fashionable even as a kid). Anyway, my mouth was dry and in need of a cool treat. Just as I thought this my salvation came with its delightful tune. The ice cream truck had come!

   I ran as fast as I could to my get my kitty piggy bank and just as fast down. When I came outside I saw only one kid in line. Lucky! I'd thought, but boy was I wrong.

    The kid was a boy with golden blond hair and deep blue eyes. He was my neighbour for quite a while, but I had never seen him come out of the mansion other than school where he was rather popular.

   "Hello!" I said with a bright smile. He hadn't even turned to look at me and just waited for his ice cream. When it was finished the ice cream man handed him and ice-cream extravaganza with fireworks in it.

   After he payed the guy, I ordered my regular purple, rainbow sprinkle, Oreo ice cream sundae (which took all my savings) and just as I turned around that terrible kid hit my ice-cream to the ground.

   I could see this all happen in slow motion, the sprinkles, all my childhood and happiness going down the drain.

"NOOOO" I cried. It hit the ground in sloppy mess. I turned to look at the boy, tears starting to fall.

   "Burnt Fish like you are too stupid to eat ice-cream!" He said as he laughed into his mansion. By this time the ice-cream truck was gone. I just stood there till the cool winds of summer had brushed my skin. I didn't leave that spot till my mother had to come and take me inside. In my head, I promised that I would make him rue the day he was born, and here he is, in my class. "Hort Von Schnoovel" I replied with a glare

   "Oh are you still mad about the incident Bashy?" he smirked "Are you still snobby?" I said, then turned around, so I had the last word.

   I went and sat next to Penelope "You know him?!" she asked excitedly.

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