"I didn't say I would, either" Strudel assured her.
"I love you" said Strawberry.
"Ahem!" said Pancake.
"Oh, sorry" said Strawberry.
"Go back to your video game, Strudel" said Pancake.
Strudel & CJ buried themselves back in their game, and Strawberry & Pancake went upstairs, and they joined Waffles, Lemonade, & Aloha.
"Sorry" said Strawberry. "Someone was down there"
"Ugh" said Waffles.
"I wouldn't be talking" said Pancake.
"How rude" said Waffles.
"Anyway," said Lemonade. "I think they're going to blow something up or something"
"Or maybe they'll do something to Smog!" Pancake laughed.
"Grrr!" said Waffles.
"What?" said Pancake. "He's ugly!"
Then Waffles got really mad and she left. As Strudel watched her leave, he got an idea. "That girl will love me" he thought to himself.
After school the next day, Strudel went to get Smog, and he brought him to his garage, where he was having another meeting.
"Okay" said Strudel. "Gepetto here has an idea for you"
"Smog" said Gepetto. "My Uncle Ted is a plastic surgeon. He could make you look good. Not as good as me of course, but-"
Tessa slapped him.
"So, what do you say?" said Gepetto.
"Okay" said Smog, desperately. So, Gepetto's Uncle Ted came to pick up Smog, and brought him to wherever it is that they do plastic surgery.
"Your uncle had better work miracles" said California.
"He does" said Gepetto. "Can you imagine what Ringo would look like if it wasn't for my Uncle Ted?"
"Haha" Homer thought that was hilarious.
The next day at school, Muffins was in a daze.
"What's wrong?" asked Skittles.
"Fat kid!" Muffins panicked. He, too, had been seeing a ghost of Bob's friend, Fat Kid, who had passed away in 8th grade.
"You won't have to worry about that for too much longer" said Skittles.
"Huh?" said Muffins.
"Never mind" she replied sweetly. Then she saw Pia. "Pia! I'll have your cookie money soon!"
"Okay!" said Pia excitedly. "I can't wait!" She was wearing Lizzie McGuire shoes.
"Nice shoes" said Skittles.
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9 Mile Season 1. Freshman Year
أدب المراهقينI 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...
