| Arnold looked up and stared into the darkness.
Gerald was sitting in the corner, head bowed.
Back in seventh grade, hearing Sid say 'wicked awesome' all the time (and 'boy howdy') became kind of annoying.
No Arnold I don't need to go, I fine.
Gerald quickly cut in on their telepathic conversation.
Rhonda sighed and threw herself against the back of the couch.
Gerald ripped through the wrapping and down to the box.
Arnold turned around to see everyone running towards them, Curly in front.
Gerald spoke out against her tyranny, Miss A!
Well if it's any of your business Arnold, she won't be here until 12 noon.
Sid came up to me and told me that I had another customer.
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