Now that I've officially transferred into Timantha, Chelsea, and Gina's school, I've got to know people. I've made friends with about half the school. Even teachers enjoy my company, especially that crappy (idiot) fairy-hunting teacher. But on student, the most popular one, Trixie Tang has apparently heard some rumors. "So, let me get this straight." She said. "You married…A BOX?"
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
"I'm 10 Trixie! 10! I'm not old enough!"
Or at least that's what I would've said. But I think I've seen something like this before on a T.V show. I think it was called Wanda! It was on before I Love Wanda, and The News. (Stupid weather man! Weather not feather silly!) Why not have some fun with it?
"Yep!" I said, trying to make the biggest fake smile I could. I guess it worked because she jumped back in horror.
"And now my kids get 17 cubic miles of storage!" I winked at her, copying the same response the man gave Wanda on the show. And now my kids get 17 miles to the gallon. Never gets old! I couldn't see what she was doing, but she bent down for something. When she snapped back up, her boot was in her hand and before I could get another word out, (all except for "What're you do-") a boot came flying towards my right cheek. I fell to the ground, so hard my box hairclip clink'd to the ground. "Trixie?" I said in disbelief. "And to Gabby I leave….a boot to the head!" She yelled, walking away from me, boot in hand.