Title: Clover Vs. Ginger
Cartoon: As Told By Ginger
A Sequal To The Episode "Ginger's Solo"
Pawz: I am an obsessed Ginger fan, and I'm a Ginger + Sasha and Ginger + Ian person...Well, hope ya like!!!! I have a baad cold thanx to an annoying girl! And I'm in 7th right now, so I'm always a grade behind Ginger!
Swictching Social Groups
*There in the bathroom the day after the band concert*
Dodie: You must, must, must tell us everything!!!
*Ginger looks down at her shoelaces*
Ginger: There isn't much to tell...
Macie: Your hiding something from us Miss.Foutley!
Ginger: Well. *she frowns* Remember how Sasha went ballistic when Courtney told him I like Ian...Rich, popular, perfect white teeth...
Dodie & Macie: Uh huh...
Ginger: Well, Sasha had a girlfriend just like her. I met her. Clover...*rolls eyes* Crop-top, Blonde Hair, perfect teeth. Oh man! Guys! *Ginger starts crying again* The only reason Sasha kissed me was because he broke up with Miss. Perfect, and now there together again!!! *she sobs*
Dodie: Oh. Poor Ginger.
Macie: That sure explains a lot...*frowns then snorts in her bad nostril*
Ginger: Sasha and Clover...I could never keep up with that...
Dodie: Well, now you don't have to worry about liking both Ian and Sasha...
Ginger: But Sasha kissed me! I barely even talk to Ian!
*Courtney puts her the door to eavesdrop*
Dodie: Yeah, I guess your right.
*Courtney busts through the door with Miranda*
Miranda: Well, well, well! What do we have here!?
Courtney: Well Ginger, I listened to your dilema, and I feel quite sorry for you...*Courtney knows Miranda wants Ian*
Miranda: *glares at Courtney to tell Ginger to go with Sasha* Well, Ginger...As you know, I was at that Band Concert. And I feel sorry for you also...
Courtney: *nods* I think you should go with Sasha...Even if she has that, well, my position in the social group...*laughs* Well, Good Luck, Ginger.
Miranda: *evilly* You'll need it...
Ginger: Thanks, Courtney. But wait...Courtney.
Courtney: Yee-esss?
Ginger: How come you don't like people like Ian Richton...Or people our age?
Courtney: Well, I think I can go for people above my "position", like Will Patterson...
Miranda: Yes Ginger! Courtney wouldn't even think of toying with little toddlers like you would. But perhaps Ian Richton...
Courtney: That will be all...
Miranda: I hope.
Courtney: Good Bye, Ginger and Co.
*Courtney leaves talking about the idea of Courtney and Ian*
Ginger: Ginger & Co.? What is that suppose to mean?
Macie: I think she was hinting that we're a trio...
Dodie: Macie, Macie, Macie! Are you blind! Courtney just hinted Ginger was the dominent social leader of our outer ring!
Macie: So if Ginger is the Courtney, who am I?
Dodie: Mipsy obviously! Because your name starts with an M! So, I must be Miranda!
Macie: But Miranda starts with an M too?
Dodie: Just get the point that I would be the Miranda, you would be the Mipsy, and Ginger is the Courtney!
Ginger: I was Courtney before! How hard can that be to do it again!!!
*the "Ginger & Co." laughs and heads out from the Girl's room*
Head For Chapter 2 Soon!
Cartoon: As Told By Ginger
A Sequal To The Episode "Ginger's Solo"
Pawz: I am an obsessed Ginger fan, and I'm a Ginger + Sasha and Ginger + Ian person...Well, hope ya like!!!! I have a baad cold thanx to an annoying girl! And I'm in 7th right now, so I'm always a grade behind Ginger!
Swictching Social Groups
*There in the bathroom the day after the band concert*
Dodie: You must, must, must tell us everything!!!
*Ginger looks down at her shoelaces*
Ginger: There isn't much to tell...
Macie: Your hiding something from us Miss.Foutley!
Ginger: Well. *she frowns* Remember how Sasha went ballistic when Courtney told him I like Ian...Rich, popular, perfect white teeth...
Dodie & Macie: Uh huh...
Ginger: Well, Sasha had a girlfriend just like her. I met her. Clover...*rolls eyes* Crop-top, Blonde Hair, perfect teeth. Oh man! Guys! *Ginger starts crying again* The only reason Sasha kissed me was because he broke up with Miss. Perfect, and now there together again!!! *she sobs*
Dodie: Oh. Poor Ginger.
Macie: That sure explains a lot...*frowns then snorts in her bad nostril*
Ginger: Sasha and Clover...I could never keep up with that...
Dodie: Well, now you don't have to worry about liking both Ian and Sasha...
Ginger: But Sasha kissed me! I barely even talk to Ian!
*Courtney puts her the door to eavesdrop*
Dodie: Yeah, I guess your right.
*Courtney busts through the door with Miranda*
Miranda: Well, well, well! What do we have here!?
Courtney: Well Ginger, I listened to your dilema, and I feel quite sorry for you...*Courtney knows Miranda wants Ian*
Miranda: *glares at Courtney to tell Ginger to go with Sasha* Well, Ginger...As you know, I was at that Band Concert. And I feel sorry for you also...
Courtney: *nods* I think you should go with Sasha...Even if she has that, well, my position in the social group...*laughs* Well, Good Luck, Ginger.
Miranda: *evilly* You'll need it...
Ginger: Thanks, Courtney. But wait...Courtney.
Courtney: Yee-esss?
Ginger: How come you don't like people like Ian Richton...Or people our age?
Courtney: Well, I think I can go for people above my "position", like Will Patterson...
Miranda: Yes Ginger! Courtney wouldn't even think of toying with little toddlers like you would. But perhaps Ian Richton...
Courtney: That will be all...
Miranda: I hope.
Courtney: Good Bye, Ginger and Co.
*Courtney leaves talking about the idea of Courtney and Ian*
Ginger: Ginger & Co.? What is that suppose to mean?
Macie: I think she was hinting that we're a trio...
Dodie: Macie, Macie, Macie! Are you blind! Courtney just hinted Ginger was the dominent social leader of our outer ring!
Macie: So if Ginger is the Courtney, who am I?
Dodie: Mipsy obviously! Because your name starts with an M! So, I must be Miranda!
Macie: But Miranda starts with an M too?
Dodie: Just get the point that I would be the Miranda, you would be the Mipsy, and Ginger is the Courtney!
Ginger: I was Courtney before! How hard can that be to do it again!!!
*the "Ginger & Co." laughs and heads out from the Girl's room*
Head For Chapter 2 Soon!