Pet Hamsters, Are, Like, So Passe. Part one
It was just a regular day in Beverly Hills High, no different then any other. Sam, Alex, and Clover were strolling leisurely towards math class. "Ugh", groaned Clover. This was her most dreaded class of the day, and she was totally NOT looking forward to it. "Relax clover, it won't be so bad", said Sam.
Easy for Sam to say, she was a math whiz after all. Alex was the only one who didn't say anything, even though she was usually the most talkative of the group. Her parents were pestering her to get a boyfriend, even if she kept on insisting none of the boys were right for her.
"Hey guys, um, I think that garbage can has a secret grudge against us!" screamed Sam as a gush of wind strong enough to rival any stampede of valley girls to a shoe sale, sucked them through a large tube. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed all the girls, like they just spotted Mandy stubbing her toe.
"Like, ouch, Jer," you really have to make the landings a bit softer, scratch that, a lot softer," whined clover. "So, sorry spies, W.H.O.O.P emergency, no time to worry about things like that- this is a national emergency!" UGH, typical Jerry. Did he know how it was like, shooting through a GARBAGE CAN at 100 kilometres per hour?
As the spies were busy wiping garbage off themselves, Jerry lazily picked up a remote, and turned on the W.H.O.O.P spy T.V. "All over the world, pet hamsters have been mysteriously attacking their owners," began Jerry. "This is a national emergency, after all, I too, have a pet hamster, Squeekers." Jerry blushed sheepishly as the spies stared at each other in astonishment. "Um, Jerry, aren't you just a bit too old to have a pet?" Sam asked. "Yeah, Jer, I bet the last pet you had was a dinosaur!", snickered Clover.
"The pet store I have in mind, does not include dinosaurs, Clover.", said Jerry sternly. "It's called littlest monsters". "Weird name for a pet shop, huh," mused Sam. "Now, for your gadgets," announced Jerry. "The earring earpieces for all of you, the high heeled drill shoes for Clover, exploding ink pen for Sam, oh, and for Alex… I forgot you were there for a second; you didn't say a word today!" Alex just scowled like Mandy had insulted Olly, her favourite toy turtle.
Alex knew she should say something but was too afraid somethings would spill out of her far too fast. She accepted the lamest gadget known to spies; the best bounce bouncy ball. "Good luck spies.", chirped Jerry, as they departed to their private spy jet. Alex had a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as she thought of what her parents had said to her. "No, I won't think about it!", Alex said to herself.
To be continued…
