BFF
By: Zach McGranahan

Chapter 1: The Morning

"Time to get up Angelica!" Drew yelled from the bottom of the stairwell.
"I've been up since 6 o'clock working on my campain slogo and I still can't think of one." Angelica said walking down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Campain?" her mom asked.
"For class president."Angelica said as she took a bite of an apple.
"Class president? I was class president when I was in 7th grade, also. I was the best!" Charlotte continued, "My vice president and I turned that school around and got it back up and better..." she went on for a hour.
"MOM! I'm going to be late for school if you keep and blabbering about absalutly nothing." Angelica headed for her mom's car.
"Who do you think she'll be running against?" Charlotte asked Drew as they went out the door.

"What did you ask dad?" Angelica asked her mom as they went down the road.
"Oh, nothing." She answered. Charlotte pulled up to the school, "Have a nice day, princess!"
Angelica spun right around, "Mom, I told you not to call me that at schoool!"
"Sorry." Charlotte left.
"Have a nice day, PRINCESS!" Savannah said with a smirk as Angelica walked by.
"Why did Savannah have to hear that?" Angelica asked Harold.
"How am I supposed to know?" He said. They walked to their lockers.
"That was a rectorical question!" Angelica grabbed her homework for study hall.
"Ohhh." Harold followed her.
"Why are you following me?" she asked.
"I have no clue? Maybe because you chose me to be your campain manager." Harold went in to her class room and talked to her teacher.
"Um, excuse me Ms. Kail? Can I stay in here for first peroid to help Angelica with her campain?" Harold asked her.
"Sure." She went back to her desk.
"Thanks!" Harold pulled up a desk up to Angelica, "Have you thaught of a slogon?"
"Yeah, kinda." Angelica pulled out her notebook.
"Well, what is it?" Harold asked.

"Angel Not Devil" she said.

"Pretty good, but it needs a little work." he said, "How about, Angelica For Class President-a You Know You Wanna."

"Um, sure." Angelica wrote it down.

"Ok, that's done. Now lets work on your speech." Harold suggested.

"Already done." Angelica pulled out the typed paper.

"Let me read it." Harold grabbed it, but as he did that the paper ripped.

"That was my only copy!" Angelica grabbed the other peice out of his hand.

"Sorry." Harold said.

"You're not sorry Harold. Do you want to know what you are? You're fired!" Angelica pointed to the door.