Chapter 2: Savannah's New Friend
Harold ran out of the room. He ran down the hall and right into Savannah, spilling her moca-loca-docio all over her.
"What were you thinking?" Savannah asked.
"It is Angelica's fault!" he said.
"So, you ruined my 80 dollar shirt! Wait, did you say Angelica?" she wondered.
"Yeah." Harold told her.
"Ok then, I have an idea." Savannah finnished, "You are going to be my friend for two weeks to get back at Angelica."
"Doesn't that seem a little mean?" he asked.
"Of course!" she tried to wipe her shirt clean, "Dang! It's not coming off, fallow me!"
Savannah lead her new friend to the girls locker room.
"Do I have to?" Harold whinned.
"You don't have to do anything. All I'm doing is changing my shirt." Savannah entered the locker room. She went over to her locker, unlocked it and grabbed a clean shirt. Savannah put it on and tossed the other shirt away.
"That's better." Savannah said opening the door.
"Nice shirt, Savannah!" a girl cried out in the hall.
"Can you explain to me this whole friend to get back at Angelica thing?" Harold asked.
"All you need to do is hang out with me and my crew and act as if we are friends. No problem." she explained.
"Ok." Harold went to his locker.
"Um, excuse me! You need to open my locker." Savannah commanded.
"Why?" Harold asked.
"I'm not about to touch something that other kids touched." she told him.
"What's your combanation?" he asked her.
"4-21-91, duh!" Savannah rolled her eyes. Harold swung open her locker.
"Let me geuss, I have to close it also?" he smerked.
"Duh!" Savannah walked away.