(The Chipettes went out of class to the bus stop)
Brittany:You know what?I think we'll go to school par car tomorrow.
Jeanette:Sure.We can take the black car.
(At their house)
Eleanor:Home Sweet Home.
Jeanette:It's already 6:00.We should make dîner with mac and cheese.
Brittany:Cool.And I'll make milkshakes.I'll make vanilla,choclate and strawberry.
Jeanette:Dinner is served.
Eleanor:Wow,Jeanette!Your mac and cheese is awesome!!!And toi Brittany,you make the best milkshakes!
Brittany and Jeanette:Thanks.And toi make the best pastries ,cakes and cookies.
Eleanor:Thanks.I'll always help my girls.
(At 9:00)
Brittany:Night,girls!
Jeanette and Eleanor:Night,Britt!!!
(The suivant morning)
Brittany:Morning,girls!Gotta get ready for school.
Jeanette:I just make crêpes and tea.
Brittany:Cool!!!
Eleanor and Jeanette:Let's go.
Brittany:OK!!!
(In the car arrived at school)
Jeanette:We're here.
(In the class)
Mrs. Bolton:Good Morning,class.I am Mrs.Bolton,your new maths teacher.In your notebooks,do the additions on the whiteboard.
(While The Chipettes were waiting for drama club)
Brittany:I brought my notebook laptop,girls.I keep notes of dance moves and everything in it.
Jeanette:Cool.
Eleanor:Definently.
Jeanette:Oh,its time for drama club.
Eleanor:Let's go.
(In drama club held in the school stage)
Ms.Christina:Glad you're all back in drama club again,everyone.
Brittany:Alvin?
Alvin:Brittany?
Simon:Jeanette?
Jeanette:Simon?
Eleanor:Theodore?
Theodore:Eleanor?
Brittany:You know what?I think we'll go to school par car tomorrow.
Jeanette:Sure.We can take the black car.
(At their house)
Eleanor:Home Sweet Home.
Jeanette:It's already 6:00.We should make dîner with mac and cheese.
Brittany:Cool.And I'll make milkshakes.I'll make vanilla,choclate and strawberry.
Jeanette:Dinner is served.
Eleanor:Wow,Jeanette!Your mac and cheese is awesome!!!And toi Brittany,you make the best milkshakes!
Brittany and Jeanette:Thanks.And toi make the best pastries ,cakes and cookies.
Eleanor:Thanks.I'll always help my girls.
(At 9:00)
Brittany:Night,girls!
Jeanette and Eleanor:Night,Britt!!!
(The suivant morning)
Brittany:Morning,girls!Gotta get ready for school.
Jeanette:I just make crêpes and tea.
Brittany:Cool!!!
Eleanor and Jeanette:Let's go.
Brittany:OK!!!
(In the car arrived at school)
Jeanette:We're here.
(In the class)
Mrs. Bolton:Good Morning,class.I am Mrs.Bolton,your new maths teacher.In your notebooks,do the additions on the whiteboard.
(While The Chipettes were waiting for drama club)
Brittany:I brought my notebook laptop,girls.I keep notes of dance moves and everything in it.
Jeanette:Cool.
Eleanor:Definently.
Jeanette:Oh,its time for drama club.
Eleanor:Let's go.
(In drama club held in the school stage)
Ms.Christina:Glad you're all back in drama club again,everyone.
Brittany:Alvin?
Alvin:Brittany?
Simon:Jeanette?
Jeanette:Simon?
Eleanor:Theodore?
Theodore:Eleanor?
You’re the reason why
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
I have to lie
Why I hurt so much
That my heart’s in a clutch
I’m slowly dying
‘Cause of your lying
toi used to be my magic
But now you’re a dick
toi made me long to be
Everything that wasn’t Lee
But look where that got me
Locked in without a key
If only toi knew
That I plummeted deeper than blue
But then again
You’re just another two timing has been
toi ran away
Thinking it’d be okay
But toi were wrong
plus so than any l’amour song
toi made me want to sing
With toi following
But look at how wrong I was
Believing toi that it was just “buzz”
Now you’re the reason why
I cannot do anything but cry
The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and trauma complications from repeated pokes in the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin. Dozens of célébrités turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, and Captain Crunch. The gravesite was piled high with flours. Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded. Doughboy rose quickly in montrer business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times he still was a crusty old man and was considered a positive roll model for millions. Doughboy is survived par his wife Play Dough, two children, John Dough and Jane Dough, plus they had one in the oven. He is also survived par his elderly father, Pop Tart.
I breathed in and out slowly. This was horrid. Running. I spat at the word. I despised running.
Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
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Joseph jogged up to me. "You okay Kristen?"
"Yeah, just give me a minute."
"Hah! toi always end up like this. Maybe toi should quit track?"
"You know I can't! If I do, then I have to do Trigonometry. Ugh. That's worse."
"Right..."
I stood up and we walked in silence. His lithe step did not match mine. I had a clumsy, trip over step. I needed somebody to teach me how to walk right.
"Oof." I had tripped, and landed on my side. How? I have no idea. Normal people land on their face ou back. Not me!
Please e-mail me ou comment. Tell me if toi like this segment ou not, if I get enought votes, I will continue my writing.