Cashmere
Chapter Twenty
Omake: Summer Jobs
Amelia walked through the crowded grocery store, pushing a cart full of barbecue stuff. It was her and Mattie's 16th birthday* tomorrow and instead of a sweet sixteen, they were having a huge barbecue in the park with an even bigger sleepover (juvenile, maybe, But it was still awesome) at Gill's house (That's why it was awesome). Amelia approached the cash register after stopping to gaze at her reflection ("Wow, my hair grew" *). As she placed her items n the conveyer belt, she heard a familiar voice.
"Privet, Amelia"
Amelia looked up to see Anya clad in the grocery store's uniform. Her long hair was in a low ponytail and her large nose looked bigger with the hat on her head. She snickered. Anya cocked her to one side.
"What is so funny, da?" Anya asked innocently. Amelia smirked.
"You in that uniform," Amelia cackled, "What? You need money for your alcohol addiction?" Anya still looked perplexed.
"I have plenty of money for vodka, actually I'm getting married," Anya said, motioning towards the tiny bag lady towards the end, "Once Yue finishes school, of course." Yue and Amelia sputtered angrily as Anya brought up Amelia's price.
"Sixty ninety-nine is your total." Anya said. Amelia snapped out of her stupor.
"Hey, it's supposed to be forty!" She yelled.
"Da, but stupid America should pay more." Anya said happily
-(Cue even more epic bitch fight here)-
"You do know we're not getting married, aru, right?" Yue asked, dabbing antiseptic ointment on Anya's nose.
"Of course we will," Anya said, wincing at the sting of the medicine, "Everyone becomes one with Anya."
"…Pimp,aru"
OMFG IT'S DONE (confetti) for real this time! THANKS EVERYONE FOR READING THIS STUPID THING AND LIKING IT. INTERWEB COOKIEZ FOR YOU ALL :3
First asterisk—America's birthday is on the 4th Canada's is on the 1st so their birthday is on the 5TH AYAYAYAYYAY
Second asterisk—Amelia hair used to be only chin length…now it nearly touches her shoulders…
BAI! SEE AT TaS!