I don't own any of Foster's home for Imaginary friends
Chapter 2:
"Oh no what am I gonna do?" Frankie frets after only taking a few steps a way from the front door.
"I could always go back" She ponders it then turns to look into one of the large windows. She sees Bloo spraying everyone with a can of cheese.
"NO!" She turns around and stomps off.
"Now let me think, what have I always wanted to do if I didn't work at Foster's." She scratches her chin.
"Ooh I know! I've always wanted to be high in authority, I could get a job like an assistant manager of a business. I could so get the job and besides I wouldn't have Mr. Herriman on my case twenty four seven. But what would I be assistant manager of?"
She walks into town and spots an advertisement for Nyson. "Their the only vaccum powered by a cylinder! I love those I clean with them all the time!"
She grabs her laptop out of the sack she brought with her of all her stuff she owns (not a lot) and starts typing. She soon had applied for a job working with the Nyson company. She had sent them her email address and they would email her tomorrow.
"Now all I have to go home and get a good nights rest so I can check my email tomorrow!" She pauses "that might be a problem since I've lived at Fosters my entire life.