Not Impossible

Meet Edward, Bell, and Amy

 Three people, running across a field, were shouting. A boy who seemed to be running in pain, and two girls who were yelling that they didn't know what to do. The dark haired boy suddenly made an abrupt halt in front of a pond, the other two slowing down behind him. One girl was shaking his shoulders, asking what he needed. The other was trying to keep the two steady.

 "I-I nee-eed fluoride."

 Both girls looked at each other in bewilderment before turning back to the boy, "FLUORIDE!?"

 "Just give it to me!"

 The blonde girl, who had been keeping the two from falling a moment ago, grabbed the fluoride out of her bag and handed it to him. He guzzled down nearly half the bottle before spitting it all out. As he kept spitting it out, he started making hand motions towards the girls.

 "Uh, toothbrush, toothpick, oh how many words," the blonde screamed.

 The male held up two fingers.

 "um, Jeremy Hillary Boob?"

 The currently pale faced boy looked at the red haired girl in disbelief, "Jeremy Hillary Boob is not two words, Bell! Now get your head out of the Yellow Submarine! I need breath mint!"

 The red haired girl, now named Bell, growled as she reached in her pocket and pulled out a breath mint. Handing it to the boy, he started chewing rappidly.

 "Anything else, Edward?"

 "I need to ge-et scared!"

 The blonde and red haired girls looked to one another, before nodding. They shoved him over to the pond, forcing his head into the water and holding him down. His thrashing didn't make them stop until the sight of blue liquid in the water made them.

 Edward sat up, wiping the water from his eyes, "Thanks Bell, Amy."

 Both laughed, "What else are sisters for when their brother drank fuel for the house." 

 The boy tall male of age sixteen rolled his eyes as he stood and started walking away. His sisters of age fifteen followed, laughing about how he mistaken the fuel for his blue koolaid. How he had ran around with a chicken with it's head cut off. Directly beside a chicken with it's head cut off.

 "Can we cook that chicken now? I'm starving."

 "Your always hungary, Bell."

 "My hair's getting frizzy."

 "Amy, think of something besides your looks...where's my glasses?"

 "Edward, stop talking about your hipster glasses."