Besides the fact that she has a million dollars, tons of online followers and fans, a record label, a big career, over six ukeleles, and an album. Grace is your ordinary teenager. Who also like lots of people, tends to be friends with the wrong pers...
Grace sat down at her usual table in the hallway and pulled out her lunch. 'What did mom pack for me today?' Grace thought. She pulled out a peice of pizza.
Grace smiled widely. And then, Serafena showed up. Once again. Grace rolled her eyes. Serafena sat down.
"Yeah?" Grace asked. "We should write a song together" Serafena said. Grace was thinking about agreeing until Serafena made a trip to cocky ville.
"I'll play though, since piano is much more of a better sound. And I am way more experienced then you" She said, blandly.
"No" Grace replied and continued eating her lunch. "What do you mean no?" Serafena asked, offended.
"I am not going to write a song you could easily steal. If you write all the music and have the words, you can take credit." Grace said,"if we were to write one it would be preferably a blend of ukulele and gautair".
"So yes? Serafena asked. "No, of course not. I'm not putting myself through that if I don't have to" Grace replied, getting up and walking away from that she-Devil.
