Ok the next chapters are up. I hope you like them. Also if you read this please review so I know I am not pointlessly writeing this. So, umm, enjoy!
Irma's House:
I can't believe my parents believed my lie, Cornelia thought.
Flash back:
It started off when her parents called her into the kitchen. The whole family was there this time. Usually it was just a 'your grounded' or 'dinners ready' but today there was some bad news.
"WHAT? I can't believe you!" Cornelia shouted at her parents with her usual stubborn face.
"It isn't too far from here and you can always visit your friends every once and a while," Cornelia's mother said while attempting to calm Cornelia down. "You will love it there. In Fadden Hills there are beaches, and great schools, and…"
Cornelia had cut her off, "There are beaches here too, and what is wrong with my school, wait, did you say Fadden Hills? That's where Will used to live."
"Yes, it is and I talked to her mother and she said it was a great place."
"Then why did they move here?"
"They had some family problems. Have you ever met her father?"
"No"
"Well, that's why"
How come Will never told us? I guess I wouldn't want to tell anyone either if it were me. Oh, well.
Then Cornelia began to think of what it would be like to live in Fadden Hills. Since she had never met any of the people there, she would be a newbie, and Cornelia hated being a newbie at anything. That's why she practiced so hard in ice-skating. She had always been popular, even in elementary school and she was not about to put that at risk. What if there was someone more popular than she was? Then she would have to work, and Cornelia hated to work to get what she wanted. Even if she were popular right off the bat, she would still have to get to know everybody. She was not about to let hat happen.
I am not just gonna sand here and let this happen. There is only one person who could help her, Irma. Normally Cornelia hated Irma's guts, especially when she calls her corny, but today she had no other choice. She was, after all, the bet prankster in town.
"Umm mom, I gotta call my friends to tell them the news," Cornelia said while trying to put on a smile.
"Ok honey but please make it quick. Our phone bill is outrageous!" her mom answered.
Cornelia ran into her bedroom and picked up her fuzzy purple phone. She began to dial Irma's number but stopped. I am so low, she thought. I am asking someone whom I absolutely hate for help. Normally, Cornelia was not the person to be asking for help. People usually came to her for help. What will she think if I ask her? What if she tells everybody that I asked for help? Then again, she really could help me get out of this.
She dialed it again. Somebody had answered who definitely wasn't Irma. It was a male's voice.
"Hello, Mr. Lair, this is Irma's friend Cornelia. May I speak to her?" Cornelia asked.
"Cornelia?" he asked surprised, "umm, hold on a second."
"What's up corny?" Irma had finally answered. "Is something wrong?
"Would it be ok if I came over? I need to, umm, talk to you."
"Erm, sure. Just come by sometime around 3:00 ok?"
"Sure thing, thanks," Cornelia said as she hung up.
I wonder why corny needs to talk to me. I mean, normally if she is talking to me it is an insult.Plus she interrupted my bath.
Irma always took nice, LONG, bubble baths. Today she had been in there for an hour and still didn't have a single wrinkly finger or toe. Her dad just had to ruin it by knocking on the door. Even though Irma loved to talk on the phone, she just hated it when she was busy taking a bath. Especially when it was Cornelia on the phone. That was the only time she ever got any peace and quiet. And instead of finishing her bath she had to get dried off and dressed so Corny could come over. What does she want anyway?
Ding-dong. That was the door. Any second now her parents would yell for her.
For some reason it never came. Instead she got a knock on the bathroom door.
"Irma? Your friend Cornelia is here" Her mother said through the door.
"First of all I am not even dressed yet, second, please tell her to wait downstairs for me while I get dressed." Irma answered.
I walked into her house. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. They were a normal family just like us.
"Irma is getting dressed, would you like a snack? We have snack cakes." Mrs. Lair asked.
"That's ok, I'm not very hungry."
"Please take a seat. She will be right down."
"Thank you"
When Irma walked down we went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down. Her room was blue with seashells and ocean decorations everywhere. She also had the cutest pet turtle, but I wasn't going to say anything.
"Irma, I kinda have a problem." Cornelia said nervously.
"What kind of problem?"
"Erm, I am moving"
"WHAT? I mean, why? Where? When?"
"Well, that's what I need help with. I need some kind of scheme to keep us from moving. Some kind of plan."
"Well you came to the right person. What kind of plan do you need?
"Anything, just something to keep us from moving."
"I've got a perfect idea. Listen carefully, take notes is you want."
