by Grayson M
Chapter One: The Bad Beginning
It was a stormy day outside. I was immensely bored. I was in school doing algebra.
Please ring, I thought looking at a poster that said Learning is fun! (with a teacher that had a creepy smile on it).
Stacy and I walk home together every day. Stacy's my best friend. She's from Miami. She has blond hair, white skin and loves beach volleyball! I wish I were born in Miami! I have brown hair, hazel eyes and I was born in texas.
“Do you want to come to my place?” I asked.
“You want to come to my place instead?” Stacy asked. I thought about it, and decided that was a good idea.
Stacy was so excited. “Yay! My mom made cookies,” she said. Now it was my turn to say yay (and yum)!
We walked up to Stacy's house and rang the doorbell, jumped into a bush and waited. When Stacy's mom opened the door we jumped out and booed her.
“Boo to you, too,” Stacy's mom said. “Want a cookie?”
“Yes, please,” we said at the same time.
“Jinx!” we both said at the same time again.