I was sitting at a booth with HyperMonica. "So, PetShop, where have ya been," she asked. "Oh! I had to write a couple stories for my little cousin. She loves Doctor Two-Brains," I said, looking away nervously.

Monica smiled.

"She thinks he's cute, huh?"

"Who?"

"Ha!"

"Darn it, Monica!"

We laughed. "So you coming back home soon," she asked, eating a spoonful of the strawberry and chocolate frozen yogurt. "Yeah, I'm coming home today," I said, fishing a blueberry from inside the chocolate mountain that was my frozen yogurt.

I pulled out a green-checkered notebook. I turned the page, showing writing in a different language. "What dies that say," asked Monica. "That says..." I read it quickly. "Many wolf and curse words, that when said the English language, would get us kicked out the store," I said. Monica snickered.

"This is the book were I keep my memories of working with you guys," I said. I turned the book so Monica could see. "This is the time when I first came to the FanFiction Industry," I said. She removed the picture.

It was me taking a selfie in front of the big, blue and white, building.

She turned the page. "That's when I first meet Sapp," I said.

The picture was of me sitting on her shoulders.

"After a while, I began meeting some really great writers!" I kept turning the pages. There was Elmdawn. And CollinandMario2000. Emily, who had on white clothes because she wasn't a writer yet. She was holding Chase and Melody.

We came to the last page.

"There's no picture on this one," she said. "Out of this entire book, who wasn't in it," I asked. Monica thought for a moment. "Me," she said. I held up my red camera.

Monica smiled and nodded. We scooted together and I held up the camera. "Say LPS!" "LPS!" I took the picture. The picture slid out and I got some tape. I taped it into the last page.

I wrote "Marvelous Monica," at the top. She hugged me tightly. "Alright, come on Moni," I said, using the nickname I gave her. "Let's get outta her." I said as we got up a threw our trash away.

I caught the crimson glare of a man in the corner. He got up and started walking toward us. I turned around and met him.

I slowly picked up a fork. I was an blue belt in defensive karate. "I'm with the FBI. You'll be coming with me, Miss PenWork," he said. "How do you know my name," I asked, not daring to meet his stare. "Your PetShopPenWork. A young, but spontaneous, female writer. The FBI needs you," he said.

I grabbed the man's arm and jabbed forks into his sleeve. I took Monica's hand and ran out the store.