Bea a Band
(Bea's POV)
I sat in my garage. I felt bored. I WAS being stylish and beautiful, that's how I got bored. So I called Oscar. He picked up. "Hi, Oscar." I said in a sad voice. "Hi, Bea. Something wrong?" "Yeah, I'm bored for the first time in my life." "Dance?" "Nah." "Take Murphy for a walk?" "Everytime I do so he poops on me." "How about we start a band?" "Sure! Come to my garage. I finally have a use for all those music stuff there." I hang up. Oscar knocked on my garage. I opened it. "Hi, Oscar. That was fast!" Milo jumped out of Oscar's pocket. "Wah! Hi, Bea! Can I join you and Oscar's band? I made a duplicate of Oscar's phone so I can listen to what you and him are saying!" "Milo, give me the Oscar's duplicate phone!" Milo gave it to me. I crushed it. "Don't ever get in our phone calls! And this band is made for me and Oscar only." "Awww..." Milo said. He ran home, crying. "Bea and Oscar: Love Fish!" That's our band name. We sang love songs and had lots of concerts. But two weeks later...
Oscar got one letter in his mail. It said it was for "Oscar Fishtooth and Bea Goldfishberg". I called Bea, but really she was really near. So she ran to me. We read the letter. It read:
"Dear Oscar and Bea,
Concerts cost each $50, and you yet haven't paid for ten concerts. That's $500! You must pay five hundred fish dollars by two days or else you're going to jail for the rest of your life!
~The Concert Guys, ft. Police"
"Ahhh! How will we get this much fish money in two days! We gotta work together on this, Bea! I don't wanna get arrested!" Oscar yelled and cried to me. He hugged me. "We will get this done, Oscar. We will do this before our 48 hours are up."
Chapter 2 coming soon. No one wants Oscar and Bea to bankrupt and go to jail!