I'm sorry guys and gals. I'm so slow. My mom has taken the computer hostage and I can never type. But here you go. And btw they are some Spanish terms in my story. But at the bottom there will be some meanings so you can understand. And I own nothing. Heck I don't even own Jenna. But I do own Roxanne. Enjoy!
The month of October brought a lot of popularity for Roxanne and Jenna. Jenna had become a part of the cheerleading team, and the girls loved her. Roxanne became the first ever female player on the Wildcats' team and was doing very well. However, all this popularity was catching the eye of the infamous Sharpay Evans. Fortunately, Roxanne and Jenna were able to fly beneath her radar and get away from her whenever she came near.
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November had come to East High with its cool air and dying leaves being blown across ground. Thanksgiving was tomorrow and Roxanne had got a cold.
"Roxanne, you can't come to Mexico with us if you're gonna be sick." said Mrs. McNeal.
"But mom, its thanks..." Roxanne sneezed "…giving."
"You know how your abuela is about germs. Especially from here."
"But I'm her sobrina, can't she make exceptions?"
"No she can't. I'm sorry."
"So I have to spend Thanksgiving alone?"
"Maybe you can stay with Jenna or Troy."
"And get their families sick?"
"Yes, its better then ours."
Roxanne knew there was no way she was gonna win this argument with her sneezing and wheezing.
"Fine I'll go call." she said as she grabbed her blanket and went up stairs.
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"Jenna?"
"Hey Roxy, what's wrong?"
"My mom won't let me go to Mexico for thanksgiving. I have to spend somewhere else."
"So you wanna spend it with me?" asked Jenna.
"Yes."
"Well you can't. We're going away too."
"What?"
"Sorry Roxy."
"Fine, I'll call Troy."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Roxanne hung up and then dialed Troy's number.
"Hello?"
(Sneeze)
"Roxy, is that you?" asked Troy
"Yeah, sorry about that."
"What's up?"
"I was wondering if I could spend thanksgiving with you."
"Why?"
"Mom won't let me go to Mexico with my cold."
"Sure, I'll take care of you."
"Aw, thanks."
"So when you coming over?"
"Well the flight is tonight, so maybe seven thirty?"
"Alright. See you then."
"Alright, love you."
"Love you too."
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Seven thirty, Roxanne found herself in the car her way to Troy's house. Roxanne hadn't said anything to her mother after saying she couldn't go to Mexico.
The car stopped in front of the Bolton's house.
"Have a nice Thanksgiving Roxy." chimed her mother.
"You too." Roxanne said exiting the car.
Roxanne knocked on the door. Mr. Bolton answered the door with Troy standing beside him.
"Hi Roxanne." He said.
"Hi Mr. Bolton. Thank you very much for letting me stay over for thanksgiving." she said.
"It's our pleasure."
Troy took Roxanne's bag and put it by the stairs.
"Hey Roxy." he said as he hugged her.
"Hey."
"My mom made you some tea for your cold. It's really good." he said as he held her hand and led her to the kitchen.
They walked into the kitchen to see Mrs. Bolton doing some dishes.
"Hi Roxanne." she said with a smile.
"Hi Mrs. Bolton."
Troy handed her the tea and they sat at the table. Roxanne began to drink it.
"How is it?" Mrs. Bolton asked.
"It's good. Thank…" then Roxanne's voice began to crack in mid sentence. "…you."
Troy laughed as Roxanne covered her face with her hands.
"How embarrassing."
"Come on, I'll sow you where you're staying." said Troy as he led her away from the kitchen.
Abuela - Grandmother
Sobrina- Granddaughter
