Starring:
Frankie (Franchesca Stein)
Claire and Amy (The Blonde Duo)
Trevor Jones (The Dumb Jock)
Caden and Roxie (The Cute Couple)
Frankie was finally starting to fit in. After struggling for months with the whole 'being undead' thing, most of her classmates have gotten over it. At first she felt like she was being treated as some science experiment. She was a 'freak of nature' and an easy target for bullies. But Frankie was not about to conform to that. So she took up cheerleading, which seemed like an easy way into the 'popular group.' Being a cheerleader was more work than it seemed though; Frankie had to attend tryouts practically every day and perform stunts that left her sore. Claire and Amy were also on the cheerleading squad and started taking a liking to Frankie. After all, Frankie was great at coming up with good cheerleading routines. So they invited her to brunch with them on a Sunday to get to know her on a one on one level. Frankie was sitting on a bench at the spot they had agreed to meet up, "Hmm, where are these girls? They're like half an hour late...." She was starting to wonder if she had been stood up and considering just leaving when suddenly she saw two blonde stick figures in the distance walking towards her. "Oh, that must be them." She thought as they waved at her. "Oh yup, that's them.."
"Frankie!" Claire exclaimed as she ran to hug her, "We're so glad you made it!"
Frankie managed a half smile, "Heh yeah.. I was starting to wonder if you guys would show up.."
"Oh of course! We would never stand you up!" Claire put her hand on Frankie's shoulder reassuringly. "Come along girls, let's go get our chow on!"
"Oooh where will we go?" Amy asked excitedly.
"Don't be dumb Amy, we're going to Le Petit Cafe of course. Only the most classy place here."
"Well you don't have to mean about it.." Amy's tone of voice went from peppy to whiny.
"Amy, that's not mean; mean is getting slapped in the face with a pickle." Claire pointed out.
"Oh I like pickles though."
"Amy, just shut up. Our new friend Frankie here probably thinks you're an idiot now."
"I'm an idiot?" Amy seemed a bit shocked at the accusation.
"Oh come on, don't act like it's the revelation of the century.." Claire rolled her eyes as they walked up to the front door of the cafe.
Frankie was trying hard not to giggle; these two fought like a married couple or something, it was actually quite entertaining..
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
~The Party Disaster~
Starring:
Starla (Star)
Esme
Candice
Savannah
Guests:
Violet
Rosie
Scarlett
Trevor
Trevor's Mom
THE PARTY DISASTER-
Starla wanted to have a Christmas party and she thought she'd surprise her sisters with it. So she secretly planned it out herself and sent out invites randomly. On the day of the party, Starla woke up extra early to prepare. When the guests started arriving, her sisters became suspicious.
"I think I heard a knock at the door.." Esme looked up from the magazine she was reading, "Was anyone expecting visitors?" But before Esme could get up and go check, Starla ran out of the kitchen.
"I'll get it!" She called out as she fixed her hair. When she opened the door there was a tall blonde guy staring down at her.
"Um, hi.. Is this where the party's at?" He looked down at his invite seeming a bit confused.
Starla noticed her pretty pink card right away, "Oh yes, this is the right place." She smiled and let him in.
"Hmm, sorry.." He looked around, "I guess this isn't what I was expecting, that's all.." He followed Starla down the hallway as she led him to the living room where everything was already set up.
Esme was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips looking very confused, "A party?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Heh heh," Starla nervously walked up to her, "I'll explain later.." She whispered.
"Hmm.." Esme was suspicious now.
"Soo, is there any like drinks here?" The tall guy asked after he was seated on the couch.
"Oh yes! We have.." Starla thought for a moment, "Apple cider and tea!"
"What is this, a kid's party?" He scoffed, "What I meant to say was, do you have any beer?"
"Um.." Starla panicked, "Beer, beer.. I'll be right back!" She ran over to find her sisters.
Right as she turned the corner, she bumped into Esme, "Starla! We need to talk!"
"Yeah.." Starla agreed and followed her into the room.
"So, what exactly is going on?" Esme asked once they were in the room. Candice and Savannah were there too, looking just as confused.
"Okay, so, look.." Starla began to say and then paused to take a deep breath, "I wanted to surprise you guys with a party, but I didn't really plan on it turning out this way.." She nervously laughed and when she noticed her sisters were not smiling, she quickly stopped. "Ahem, sorry.." She cleared her throat nervously.
"Starla.." Esme sighed, "Don't you know how dangerous it is to just send out random invites? I mean, you don't know who's going to show up!"
Starla nodded in agreement while hanging her head down, "Yeah, you're right.. I guess I just didn't really think it through.."
"So.." Savannah chimed in, "Around how many invites did you actually send out?"
There was a moment of silence before Starla responded, "Heh heh.. Yeah, about that.." Her sisters didn't look very happy. "Probably a little over a hundred.." She said in almost a whisper.
"Starla (middle name)!" Her sisters shouted, practically in unison.
"That's insane!" Candice spoke up, "Starla, we have to fix this!"
"Yeah, I know.." Starla sighed, "But how?" She was dissapointed with herself; all she had wanted was to throw a surprise Christmas party for her sisters and now everything was a disaster.
Just then the doorbell rang, "Starla, I'll take care of the other guests. You go explain to the ones that are already here." Esme walked out into the hallway as Starla sadly followed behind.
"Hey, uh, what's your name again?" The guy called out to her as Starla walked into the living room.
"Oh um sorry, I'm Starla." She introduced herself and tried to force a smile.
"Oh okay, cool. Well, I'm Trevor." He winked, "Nice to meet ya. Also that's probably my mom at the door; she got an invite too and she loves Christmas parties."
"Oh, great.." Starla said sarcastically.
"By the way, weren't you gonna go grab us some drinks?"
"Oh yeah, sorry.." Starla went back into the kitchen. "Hmm, there's gotta be a wine bottle around here somewhere.. Or maybe some brandy.." She searched around the kitchen frantically.
Meanwhile, Esme was busy talking to this lady who could barely stand up straight; she seemed to already be a little tipsy.. "So you were told there was a party here, right?"
"Ah yes, I thought how lovely that there's someone in the neighborhood throwing a Christmas party!" She laughed, "I just hope there's some wine or something nice to drink.."
"Well, you see.." Esme started to say, but was suddenly interrupted.
"Oh, heyy mom!" Trevor called out as he walked over to them, "The party's just starting, come on in!"
"Um, wait.." Esme tried to say, but the lady stumbled past her. "Thanks, honey." She called out behind her as she followed her son down the hall trying to keep her balance.
"Starla!!" Esme yelled; she was quite angry now.
"Coming!" Starla called out as she walked into the living room carrying a tray with a half empty bottle of wine on it and some cups.
"Oh, fabulous darling." The lady smiled as she sat down on the couch.
"Thanks," Trevor said as Starla started to walk away. "Yeah, I forgot to mention.." He started to say as he walked over to her and whispered, "My mom's and alcoholic so she kind of needs her fix or selse she'll get the shakes pretty bad and can die from a concussion."
"Oh.." Starla was kind of freaked out now. "Well, that's good to know.."
"So, how old are you?" Trevor stopped to look at her, "You're kinda cute.."
"Really?" Starla blushed, "Gee, thanks.." She nervously giggled as she tried to think up a response; she wasn't about to let him know she was only nine. After all, maybe she could fool him into thinking she was older because of the way she was dressed and the makeup she was wearing.
"Starla, sorry, I need to speak to you like right now." Esme pulled her away.
"Look, you made this mess and now you have to find a way to help fix it." She said in an angry whisper, which was more like quiet shouting.
"I know.." Starla took a deep breath, "I'm trying to think of something.."
"And why are you flirting with that guy? Don't think I didn't see that." Esme added in, "He's like way older and looks like a total creeper."
"I think he's kind of cute.." Starla twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
"Are you crazy?!" Esme almost shouted out. "These people are weird and we need to get them out of here.."
"Yeah.." Starla agreed, "I'm just starting to realize that.." She looked over at Trevor's mom who was sitting on the couch while taking a sip of her wine, followed by obnoxious laughter.
Starla (Star)
Esme
Candice
Savannah
Guests:
Violet
Rosie
Scarlett
Trevor
Trevor's Mom
THE PARTY DISASTER-
Starla wanted to have a Christmas party and she thought she'd surprise her sisters with it. So she secretly planned it out herself and sent out invites randomly. On the day of the party, Starla woke up extra early to prepare. When the guests started arriving, her sisters became suspicious.
"I think I heard a knock at the door.." Esme looked up from the magazine she was reading, "Was anyone expecting visitors?" But before Esme could get up and go check, Starla ran out of the kitchen.
"I'll get it!" She called out as she fixed her hair. When she opened the door there was a tall blonde guy staring down at her.
"Um, hi.. Is this where the party's at?" He looked down at his invite seeming a bit confused.
Starla noticed her pretty pink card right away, "Oh yes, this is the right place." She smiled and let him in.
"Hmm, sorry.." He looked around, "I guess this isn't what I was expecting, that's all.." He followed Starla down the hallway as she led him to the living room where everything was already set up.
Esme was standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips looking very confused, "A party?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Heh heh," Starla nervously walked up to her, "I'll explain later.." She whispered.
"Hmm.." Esme was suspicious now.
"Soo, is there any like drinks here?" The tall guy asked after he was seated on the couch.
"Oh yes! We have.." Starla thought for a moment, "Apple cider and tea!"
"What is this, a kid's party?" He scoffed, "What I meant to say was, do you have any beer?"
"Um.." Starla panicked, "Beer, beer.. I'll be right back!" She ran over to find her sisters.
Right as she turned the corner, she bumped into Esme, "Starla! We need to talk!"
"Yeah.." Starla agreed and followed her into the room.
"So, what exactly is going on?" Esme asked once they were in the room. Candice and Savannah were there too, looking just as confused.
"Okay, so, look.." Starla began to say and then paused to take a deep breath, "I wanted to surprise you guys with a party, but I didn't really plan on it turning out this way.." She nervously laughed and when she noticed her sisters were not smiling, she quickly stopped. "Ahem, sorry.." She cleared her throat nervously.
"Starla.." Esme sighed, "Don't you know how dangerous it is to just send out random invites? I mean, you don't know who's going to show up!"
Starla nodded in agreement while hanging her head down, "Yeah, you're right.. I guess I just didn't really think it through.."
"So.." Savannah chimed in, "Around how many invites did you actually send out?"
There was a moment of silence before Starla responded, "Heh heh.. Yeah, about that.." Her sisters didn't look very happy. "Probably a little over a hundred.." She said in almost a whisper.
"Starla (middle name)!" Her sisters shouted, practically in unison.
"That's insane!" Candice spoke up, "Starla, we have to fix this!"
"Yeah, I know.." Starla sighed, "But how?" She was dissapointed with herself; all she had wanted was to throw a surprise Christmas party for her sisters and now everything was a disaster.
Just then the doorbell rang, "Starla, I'll take care of the other guests. You go explain to the ones that are already here." Esme walked out into the hallway as Starla sadly followed behind.
"Hey, uh, what's your name again?" The guy called out to her as Starla walked into the living room.
"Oh um sorry, I'm Starla." She introduced herself and tried to force a smile.
"Oh okay, cool. Well, I'm Trevor." He winked, "Nice to meet ya. Also that's probably my mom at the door; she got an invite too and she loves Christmas parties."
"Oh, great.." Starla said sarcastically.
"By the way, weren't you gonna go grab us some drinks?"
"Oh yeah, sorry.." Starla went back into the kitchen. "Hmm, there's gotta be a wine bottle around here somewhere.. Or maybe some brandy.." She searched around the kitchen frantically.
Meanwhile, Esme was busy talking to this lady who could barely stand up straight; she seemed to already be a little tipsy.. "So you were told there was a party here, right?"
"Ah yes, I thought how lovely that there's someone in the neighborhood throwing a Christmas party!" She laughed, "I just hope there's some wine or something nice to drink.."
"Well, you see.." Esme started to say, but was suddenly interrupted.
"Oh, heyy mom!" Trevor called out as he walked over to them, "The party's just starting, come on in!"
"Um, wait.." Esme tried to say, but the lady stumbled past her. "Thanks, honey." She called out behind her as she followed her son down the hall trying to keep her balance.
"Starla!!" Esme yelled; she was quite angry now.
"Coming!" Starla called out as she walked into the living room carrying a tray with a half empty bottle of wine on it and some cups.
"Oh, fabulous darling." The lady smiled as she sat down on the couch.
"Thanks," Trevor said as Starla started to walk away. "Yeah, I forgot to mention.." He started to say as he walked over to her and whispered, "My mom's and alcoholic so she kind of needs her fix or selse she'll get the shakes pretty bad and can die from a concussion."
"Oh.." Starla was kind of freaked out now. "Well, that's good to know.."
"So, how old are you?" Trevor stopped to look at her, "You're kinda cute.."
"Really?" Starla blushed, "Gee, thanks.." She nervously giggled as she tried to think up a response; she wasn't about to let him know she was only nine. After all, maybe she could fool him into thinking she was older because of the way she was dressed and the makeup she was wearing.
"Starla, sorry, I need to speak to you like right now." Esme pulled her away.
"Look, you made this mess and now you have to find a way to help fix it." She said in an angry whisper, which was more like quiet shouting.
"I know.." Starla took a deep breath, "I'm trying to think of something.."
"And why are you flirting with that guy? Don't think I didn't see that." Esme added in, "He's like way older and looks like a total creeper."
"I think he's kind of cute.." Starla twirled a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
"Are you crazy?!" Esme almost shouted out. "These people are weird and we need to get them out of here.."
"Yeah.." Starla agreed, "I'm just starting to realize that.." She looked over at Trevor's mom who was sitting on the couch while taking a sip of her wine, followed by obnoxious laughter.
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