Debbie
"We're home!"
"In the kitchen!"
Taking a seat at the kitchen table, Fiona handed Carl and I our dinner, but we pushed it away.
"No thanks, we just had pizza."
"Pizza?" Fiona questioned.
"Debbie's new rich friend hung out with us and bought us pizza" Carl input.
"Nobody who lives in the southside is rich Carl" Lip stated.
"Are you sure about that Lip? She's got a personal driver" I argued.
"Personal driver? Maybe they are rich" V sipped on some soda.
"Well don't get too attached, she's probably like those snotty stuck up bitches from the northside" Fiona stated.
"Fiona's probably right. In a couple days she'll fine some rich people to hangout with and forget about you guys, so try not to get butt hurt when it happens."
