“You’re an idiot!” Screamed Jared on the bus. “How do you get grounded right before the 3rd largest derby in the state!”? “I know, but what do u want me to do? Christina asked. My mom said that I couldn’t go.” “Go where?” Cried Alexandra. “Chris is-” Jared started. But Christina kicked him in the knee as a warning. Jared kicked her back. “Nothing!” Chris said with a odd smile. Alexandra Telco was the prettiest girl in the whole 10th grade. With golden hair and dazzling blue eyes. She was also the nosiest and most annoying. Her dad was the president of the school so ever one obeyed her. Christina Alfred, Chris for short, was the nicest and friendliest girl in the 10th grade. Her fire engine red hair gave her away. She also had an over active imagination. Jared Marz was a jock. He was captain of the Arizona High football team. With brown hair and green eyes. The bus got off at Boye Street. Chris and Jared got off the bus and walked down the cul-de-sac. “This my stop.” Jared said as he walk toward a small house covered in ivy and reddish brown brick. “Talk to you later!” Chris yelled back.
Chris walked toward her even smaller house with stone and passed the Moxley’s house. The Moxley Family was a family of three. Mr. Merlin Moxley the stout, but tall businessman. Mrs. Jezebel Moxley was the your everyday average house wife. But their son, Mark, was the devil in disguise. He was mean to everyone he meet. At the house there were millions of cardboard boxes. As if one cue Mr. Moxley walked into the forest of cardboard. “How y’all doing, Mr. Moxley?” Chris called across the “forest”. “Fine” He called back. “Y’all moving?” Chris asked puzzled. “Yes ma’am.” Mr. Moxley called back. “Why?” Chris asked with a little more sarcasm then she meant to. “Some funny looking short guy bought it from us.” Mr. Moxley said loading packing peanuts into a small box. “How much did it sell for?” Chris wonderingly asked. “I don’t know but it was a generous offer. I sold mighty quick too,” Mr. Moxley answered stuffing the box of packing peanuts into the pick-up truck. “All right. Tell Mrs. Moxley I said hi.” Chris said walking away, not waiting for a reply. “I will.” Mr. Moxley called after her he turned back into the house with a new armload of boxes.
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“Home!” Chris yelled after throwing her backpack and books on the wall next to the couch. She plopped on the couch and flicked on the TV. A strikingly beautiful woman with golden hair and a perfect sun kissed tan. A just as handsome man with black hair slightly gray was sitting next to a plump woman with red hair and rosy cheeks and lips. “Cali Brown here.” Said the plump lady with a slight southern accent. “I have the world’s best restate agents and actors, James Winslow and Madeline Smith, here to tell us about the Merlin M. Moxley’s house. Chris sat up as if the rosy woman had said her own name. “It was a difficult house to sell.” The beautiful woman said. “They had many problems like bugs and mice.” “LIES!!!!” Chris screamed at the TV. “What’s going on down here there?” parents cried from upstairs. Her mother, Leslie Alfred, had frizzy black hair and dazzling green eyes. Her father, Jefferson Alfred the same way. Their occupation, Morticians. Chris said nothing staring at the TV watching Madeline, the beautiful lady, pour lies out of her perfect mouth. While Cali, the plump southern lady, cling to every word. Chris picked out the phone and dialed: 770-334-0329.
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“Yo?” the voice said on the other end. “Hi Mark. Can I talk to your dad?” Chris asked. “Nope,” Mark said and hung up.
I hate him. Chris thought. She dialed a new number: 678-135-0192. “Hey Chris!” Jared said. “Hi. Did you see Madeline Smith going on and on about the Moxley’s!” “Ya! She’s gorgeous!” Jared cried. Chris rolled her eyes and let out a huge sigh. “You know she is. Everyone does” Jared said as if he had seen her roll her eyes. “Ya. But the Moxley’s and I have the same TV channels so they had to see that.” “I guess but Mark could’ a been watching things blow up,” Jared said matter-of-factly. “I guess,” Chris sighed. “Hey, You want to come over later?” “What ever.” Jared said. “I got practice in like 5 minutes, so I can meet you at Carla’s.” “Sure. See ya there.” Chris said and hung up. Chris was upset. Madeline had to be lying. And her best friend didn’t believe her. “I’ll be at Carla’s!” Chris called up stairs and walked out the door.
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Carla’s was the best frozen yogurt in town. Chris walked in. “Sup.” Said the guy at the counter. Chris nodded and proceeded to the yogurt. Chris pulled the lever for watermelon and peanut-almond swirl. She filled it so much the man behind the counter said, “Dang girl,” and reluctantly put it on the scale. “Comes to $4.50,” the man said. Chris paid and sat at a booth near the window. In about 2 minutes Jared walked in still in his jersey and cleats, got his yogurt, paid and sat down. “Why did you bring me here?” Jared asked. “We needed to have a meeting.” Chris replied. “What about?” Jared asked with a mouth full of chocolate ice cream. “The Moxelys, Madeline Smith, James Wilson, and Cali Brown,”
“What on earth did they do?” Asked Jared. “They lied is what they did!” Chris exclaimed. “They said that the Moxley’s house was so difficult to sell because it was infected with bugs and other pest. Mr. Moxley him self told me that nothing was wrong with the house, it sold for a large sum of money, and that some short funny looking dude bought it from them.” “And ‘is is ‘ad ‘ecause..” Jared said with a mouth full of yogurt. “What?” Chris asked. “This is ad because...” Jared Repeated. “They lied on public television!” Chris exclaimed. The door swung open. “Hi welcome to Carla’s,” said the man without look up. Chris and Jared didn’t look up either. It was Alexandra Telco. “Oooooh!” Alexandra said walking toward them. “Are you guys on a date. “No!” they both shouted together. “We are at a meeting.” Chris said defensibly. “Wow Jared, I thought you were better than that.” Alexandra said and walked away.
“What as that all about?” Chris asked Jared. “What?” Jared asked. “the whole ‘your better than that’ thing,” Chris asked wondering what Jared was hiding.