Later on, Bats was ruled guilty. She was convicted of killing her son, Midnight, who had died.
"The evil spirits are gone" Strudel whispered to Gepetto. Then he got a text. "Gepetto" said Strudel. "Look at this"
Gepetto grabbed Strudel's phone and read the text out loud. "The Flaming Hot Dogs invite you to open for their tour"
"The TaTa's totally need this!" said Strudel. "It will be our big break!"
"But look here" Gepetto handed Strudel back his phone.
"We get to move to L.A.!" Strudel exclaimed once he read it. "Awesome!"
"No, not awesome" said Gepetto. "It would mean me leaving Lemonade."
"Oh yeah" said Strudel. "And me leaving-" he hesitated. ".....Strawberry"
Strudel was gonna be going over Strawberry's house in a little bit. "Um, I'll talk it over with her"
Lemonade walked into the gazebo, which was where Strudel & Gepetto were.
"Hey Lem" said Gepetto.
"Hey, hun, love to talk, but I'm running late" she quickly kissed him. "Which culdesac does Doreen live in again? I can't remember if she said Sims or Madigan"
"Why?" Gepetto asked. "Madigan, I think"
"We're hanging out tonight" said Lemonade.
"Why?" asked Strudel.
"It's for cheerleading, okay?" said Lemonade. "Now I'm gonna be late"
"Lem, wait" said Gepetto. "I've gotta ask you something"
"It's just gonna have to wait until later now, isn't it?" said Lemonade, as she headed toward Sims.
"I told her Madigan" Gepetto muttered.
"That's great" said Strudel. "I've gotta go. I'm supposed to be going over Strawberry's."
Meanwhile at Strawberry's house, Banana was acting more strange than her usual strange self.
"Banana, are you okay?" asked Strawberry.
"Why does HE have to come over?" asked Banana.
"Why not?" said Strawberry.
"It's just-" Banana stuttered.
"Just WHAT?" Strawberry shot back.
"He's- He's-" Banana hesitated.
"WHAT?" Strawberry demanded.
"Goingatitwithyourfriendsagain" Banana mumbled.
"Huh?" said Strawberry.
"I SAID HE'S GOING AT IT WITH YOUR FRIENDS AGAIN!" Banana hollered.
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9 Mile Season 1. Freshman Year
Ficção AdolescenteI 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...
