Dinglehoppers

Uno

1. Write a chapter inspired by this quote:

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"I only hope we don't lose sight of one thing- that it was all started by a mouse."

-Walt Disney.

"You need to hurry up." Celia hissed.

There came no reply.

"Ellie, seriously, you—"

"Celia, would you shut the hell up and let me think, please! Jesus..."

Ellie weighed her options. This was a very tough decision. How on earth could she decide? It was either one, or the other. She really couldn't have both. Well, she could, but she knew she wouldn't be able to manage. So which one should she choose? Why must life be so difficult?!

Elisa McGillicuddy was probably the most indecisive person you would ever meet. Even the simplest decision, like choosing between a meatloaf sandwich and a chicken salad one, took her what felt like hours to Celia. She'd better go with chicken salad for today.

She heard Celia give a sigh of relief when she finally placed the wrapped sandwich on her tray and continued along the line. Luckily, it was only the two of them, because there'd been times when Ellie had been called a number of things by other people waiting in line. She had really been too concentrated to care.

"Hey Ellie," she heard her best friend say, and with the tone of voice she used, she knew bad news was coming.

"Yes?" Ellie answered with her own question before taking a bite of her sandwich.

Each day, they sat with different people at lunch. Today was Logan Hunter and his group's turn.

This had all started back in elementary school when Ellie and Celia had had one of their many fights, and couldn't stand to be seated at the same table. So they each dispersed and sat at a different one. When they made up though, Ellie wouldn't shut up about all the jokes Leah Waters and Bucky Davis came up with. And that was when they realized sitting at the same table every year was actually really boring. So they made a pact that each day of the week, they sit at a different table.

"I think I may actually take art class this year." Celia finally said.

And with that, Ellie slammed her fist on the table - a little over dramatically if she may say so herself - earning a couple of confused glances from the kids at the table.

"You promised me." she said to Celia, mouth half full of chicken salad sandwich.

"I know I promised you, but I really don't-" Ellie cut her off before she could finish her sentence.

"We said we'd take theatre this year. You promised me!"

"Ellie, I think-"

"Third year of high school is when they put on all the best plays. We still have next year to join art. You pro-" This time, it was Celia who cut her off.

"Okay, okay. Yes, I'll join theatre with you. Calm down." she told Ellie before taking a bite out of her own sandwich.

Ellie smiled broadly, proud of her success. Maybe it was the fact that she and Celia had been best friends since daycare, that Ellie had such an influence on her. Even though she couldn't remember, Ellie's mom had told her on various occasions that Ellie wouldn't stop crying for shit in daycare. Like, literally, the moment Miss Maya took her away from her mother's arms, Ellie's face would get all red and she'd put those good sets of pipes of hers to use. It wasn't until little Celia arrived, though, that somehow Ellie found comfort in the fact that Celia used to hold her hand when she cried. She didn't stop crying, but the volume went down. After a while, Ellie stopped crying, but only because Celia held her hand. Nowadays, they wouldn't hold hands anymore, but no one would ever see them apart. And then, Celia's annoying older brother met Ellie's annoying older brother, and there was literally no separating the McGillicuddys' from the Templetons'.