"I didn't mean to." I sighed as the firefighters doused the last of the flames.
"LYSS. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?" Bennett screamed at me.
"Feed me. I burnt dinner."
"Lyss. You were only making SOUP. HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO LIGHT THE ENTIRE MICROWAVE ON FIRE MAKING SOUP." Bennett continued to screech.
"I have my ways."
Bennett rubbed her forehead. A thing she seemed to do a lot lately. Not sure why. She walked over to chat with the firefighters and I pulled out my phone. I opened up my Snapchat to look at my story, which included a picture of the microwave on fire with a caption that said 'whoops'. Multiple people had texted me already, asking me what I did, how did it and 'jeez Lyss.'
Bennett came back over as I continued to answer all of my worried peers.
"He says that they'll take the microwave for us because it's done." Bennett sighed.
"Kk!" I responded chipperly. I plopped down on the couch.
Our dorm wasn't extremely large. We had a common room, a bathroom, and a room for each of us. We had a tiny little kitchen and that was it. Bennett had been accepted for singing, which really didn't surprise everyone. She was amazing. And me? I had originally been planning on being a teacher. I'd planned on it, my entire life. So I applied just for fun. I loved acting but I never thought I'd be good enough.
But, apparently, I was. I mean, I have a mean British accent. It's pretty bomb if I say so myself. And I do. Because I'm talking. Wait. Who am I talking to? Is this my brain? Hiiiiiiiii? Anywho-dee-doo, I came here to Farnham. And is it just me or does Farnham sound like Fart ham? I've argued this with Bennett a gazillion times. She disagrees completely, though.
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Bennett and Blondie
Narrativa generaleI'm in this book! While that's totally vain, Bennett and Blondie follows the adventures of me! Lyss! Blondie! And my good friend Bennett, A.K.A. DJDiamondShine (Is that how it's spelt?) This book switches between the perspectives of Lyss and Bennet...
