"You tell nobody!" Gepetto demanded.
"What are you doing to Pia?" asked Tessa.
"Just tripping her and making her look like a fool" said Strudel.
"And bringing somebody back" said Gepetto.
"And bringing peace to our spirits" said Strudel.
Banjo's phone rang. It was Plymouth. "I voted today" he said.
"Shut up!" Strudel screamed, and grabbed Banjo's phone & hung it up. "I wish he'd stop calling"
So the 8 of them knew the secret. (Not Plymouth)
"We have to practice our chant for reviving" said Strudel.
Gepetto opened a book. "It can't be the previous one" he read.
"That means it won't work if we sing that go tie a honker song" said Strudel.
"You mean Me Tie Doughty Walker?" asked California.
"Shush!" said Strudel.
"Wait" California grabbed the book. "Look! If you have 3 of one breed of animal, and sing a song in their presence, it will work"
"We're singing Candy Shop" said Tamyra.
"And I can get 3 beagles!" California exclaimed.
"Pia has beagles" said Homer.
"Then she'll be more lenient on letting them into the dance!" said Banjo.
"It will work better if the victim likes the animal!" California read excitedly.
"If anyone finds out, we'll be in big trouble" said Gepetto.
"I can't believe he's coming back" said Strudel.
"Where is he even?" asked Tamyra.
"No clue" said Strudel.
After the meeting, California, Skittles, Tessa, and Tamyra went to the gazebo, and the gazebo sluts were there, including Pia. "Where's my money?" she asked Skittles.
"I'll give it to you at the prom" said Skittles.
"Okay" said Pia, and she continued with her Hilary Duff dance.
Later on, Strawberry went over Pancake's house. Strudel was there.
"Pancake!" Strawberry hissed. "Why didn't you tell me he was gonna be here?" She walked over to where Strudel was playing video games with CJ. She walked up behind him and covered his eyes.
"Ha!" said CJ. "I beat you!"
Strudel turned around & tackled Strawberry. "Not my fault!" he said, and him & Strawberry started making out.
"I won, I won!" CJ danced around.
"You won't win prom king" said Strudel.
"What?" Strawberry gasped.
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9 Mile Season 1. Freshman Year
Teen FictionI started writing this my freshman year of high school, all the way back in 2004. I was fourteen. So obviously, the beginning kind of sucks. But I promise it gets better. I guess it's not really novel-esque, but hey, it's my story damn it and I dedi...
