Random part 2

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Narrator: Okay, cross that idea.

Tan Yan: Isn't it suppose to be potato that idea?

Chenoa: No no no. it's supposed to be kill that idea.

Random person: It's scratch that idea.

Chenoa: Shut up smartass! It's kill.

Tan Yan: Potato!!!

Raphaela: Crazy people. *Walks away*

Narrator: Okay, anyway stuff that idea. Zoey doesn't have an alchoholic mum and a dead dad. Zoey is a normal girl living in a normal house on a normal street with normal parents and a normal  brother.

Chenoa: *Scoffs* No one's like that. In this world, there are crazy people like Raphaela, messed up people like me and weird potato people like Tan Yan.

Tan Yan: Potatoooo!!!!

Raph: I'm not crazy.

Narrator: Can I continue?

Raph: Not until Chenoa admits that I'm not crazy.

Chenoa: *skips around the room* crazy crazy crazy crazy over waffles, crazy over Toby, crazy over crazy, downright cray cray!

Raph: Ahhhh!!!!! *Runs at Chenoa*

Chenoa: What did I tell you about crazy? Crazy crazy crazy. * Runs out the door*

Tan Yan: Narrator, continue the potato.

Narrator: Zoey isn't actually normal.

Chenoa: * Runs back in* Ha! I'm right! * Runs out again*

Narrator: She has 1 blue eye and 1 brown eye, but none of her family members have blue eyes.

Raph: *runs in* Where is that girl?! * Runs out*

Narrator: And it's not colour contacts. Trust me, I tried to take it out but she screamed at me to stop trying to pole her eye.

Raph: Why am I chasing Chenoa again?

Chenoa: *Walks into room* Why was I running from Raph again?

Tan Yan: Because you guys are potato holes.

Narrator: Zoey is very protective of her brother. I onced decided to see how far she would go to protect her brother so I pushed him. And she slapped me... Hard.

Raph: Who's Zoey?

Zoey: I am.

Raph: Ahh! Her eyes! ohmygod.

Chenoa: *hides behind Raph* I want my mummy.

Raph: Dude, why do you get to hide behind me? You're older. You be braver. * Hides behind Tan Yan*

Tan Yan: Hi Zoey. I'm potato.

Zoey: Hi Potato. * Looks at Raph and Chenoa.*

Raph: She's looking at me.

Chenoa: Maybe we should run.

Raph: On the count of 3.

Chenoa: 1...2...3..

Raph: RUN!!!!!!!!!

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