"Here," I snickered as I tossed Lyss her new clothes and a towel for her hair.
"I'd say thank you but if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this situation," She grumbled.
"And hurry. Linda wants to leave," I added. "Oh, and here's a bag for your wet clothes."
I pulled a plastic bag out of my pocket and passed it over the top of the bathroom, stall.
"Once again, NOT thank you," Lyss replied angrily.
She came out from the stall in the clothes I had picked out for her.
"You have terrible fashion sense," She complained whilst glaring at me with her death glare.
Herbert had very kindly offered his spare clothes, that he kept just in case, and I quote, 'THE SAUSAGES DO NOT AGREE, YA YA?'
So here was Lyss. Decked out in yellow and black zig zag striped shorts, an EXTREMELY floral shirt, with every single colour of the rainbow. And this plain white towel covering all of her hair to top it off. Not to mention she was all sticky and her shoes squished every time she moved.
She followed me out from the women's bathroom and I led the way to the car. However, before we could get fully out the door, we ran into Cody and Herbert.
"DALING YOU LOOK, HOW DO AMERICANS SAY IT? THE BALM DOT CALM?" Herbert enthused.
"Do you mean the bomb dot com?" Cody asked.
"YA YA. BALM DOT CALM," He replied.
Cody sighed. He leant towards me and whispered in my ear.
"I can't believe they're actually giving this guy the role," He muttered.
"WHAT?" I screeched.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Lyss laughed evilly.
She ran around the room screaming 'KARMA,' at the top of her lungs.
Herbert came over to me and rubbed shoulders with me.
"YOU ARE MY SMOOCHES DALING NEIN?" He whispered in his whisper yelling voice.
"Sadly," I murmured.
"HMM, SORRY DALING HERBERT IS LOSING THE, HERBERTING," He asked.
"Um, I said sure," I lied.
"PRACTICES?" He asked.
"NOO," I screamed as I ran out of the building with the karma lady closely following.
I flung myself into Linda's car.
"GO GO GO," I screeched at a terrified Linda. "STEP ON IT."
And the squeals of the tires drowned out the calls of Lyss, as she was left standing in the parking lot in the worst possible outfit ever.
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Bennett and Blondie
General FictionI'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...
