Gee, this is one of those times when you should never say, "What else could go wrong?" because something can always go wrong.
"But grandpa!" companied Kelsey, in the car on the way to school. "Timmy didn't break my arm! And a restraining order?! Don't ya think that's you know…a little harsh?"
"Well it Turner didn't break your arm, who did?" asked Kelsey's Grandpa, not taking his eyes off the road.
"I did!" Kelsey cried for the 20th time.
"And how?"
It was that same question every time. She couldn't answer it. Timmy's excuse of, "Internet!" didn't work on this one.
"Um…"
"Ah ha! See, if you can't answer it, I'm not gonna believe it. As far as I know, Timmy Turner shattered your arm, and that's final."
"Man!" murmured Kelsey to herself. "I fall off a broom…broom…broom…shack, and Timmy takes the blame?" Kelsey caught herself, because her grandpa was giving her an odd look.
"That's right. Now have a good day at school."
Still looking glum, Kelsey got out of the car.
"Hey Chester," greeted Kelsey to the blonde boy.
"Hey."
"Have you seen Timmy?" asked Kelsey. She and him had to fix this somehow.
"No. Not since you and him ran off yesterday…where did-?"
"Ok Chester bye!" said Kelsey, cutting him off and running off towards the school. Chester stared after her. He rolled his eyes.
"Girls."