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Perfection meets chaos -Chapter 2

Sorry for the short chapter, but I kind of wanted to end it there since chapter 3 is kind of different format of the story? Does that make sense? 😛

Perfection meets chaos. Part 2

As the town hall came into sight I started calming down, everything was going to be alright. It was probably just a big misunderstanding…

I grabbed my dress with both of my hands and pulled it upwards, so it wouldn’t touch the ground, and I started running, but I tripped on a rock and fell into a puddle full of mud.

Disgusting, it was truly disgusting, I was covered in mud, wet and now crying of anger. Hasn’t it ever happened to you? You’re so angry, just pissed off and instead of screaming you cry, in silence you let your tears drop off your face to the ground and slowly stay there for a minute or two, dry your tears off, get up and continue on before anyone realizes. Well that’s what I did.

How ironic, when I woke up this morning, I would have imagined myself crying of happiness because my new dress from Dolce & Gabbana had arrived, or my $2,839 purse, not because, nor could I pay these, but because I was covered in mud ruined and humiliated.

NO, wait I wasn’t humiliated, no one knew, and a last thing a lady looses is her dignity or pride. Up we go, Ariadna, keep your chin high.

 

So when I arrived there guess who I saw… yeah my day just couldn’t get any worse.

“Jemma! I thought you were designing at the Able Sisters…”

“Yeah, and I thought we could afford to pay our bills”

 

It was like a steel knife in my chest. You see? Money wasn’t just survival and luxury, it was me. Everything I had ever worked for in life came with this reward, pieces of green bills, that were worth everything, nothing’s free in life. My parents were so proud… All my roommates were too. Who was I now? Who am I still, up to this day? But more on that later… This was how it all started. They say everything will be okay in the end, if it’s not okay, it’s not the end; but this was the end, it was the end of the easy days, and in came the hardest ones: the worst but also the best ones ever.

 

Thanks for reading! I’ll be going on vacation and I’ll be back blogging in 2 weeks or so, hope you understand!! Happy Summer!

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Perfection meets chaos -Chapter 1

Perfection meets chaos. Part 1

It was an early morning, I was woken up by the “singing” (as she calls it) of Jemma’s horrifying bee, Jacob, I think is its name.

I threw the pillow that had fallen down from by bed on top of my ears and tried to fall asleep once again, but it was no use. I looked around, it was deserted, Jemma, Rina and Chris had woken up already and were living their poor lives. You see I was the only one of the house that knew how to dress, makeup, eat and do anything you can imagine with style, the others just did it their own way…

I got up from bed, put on a violet dress with yellow and orange flowers, got my comb and hairspray and started tidying my hair. After that, I walked down, and before having breakfast, went outside to open the mailbox and read the mail, like I had been doing for the past two years.

Always the same routine” I whispered to myself, and grabbed four letters from the mailbox; one was from my mom, so I put it in my pocket to read it while eating breakfast as I always liked to do, a second one was from the H.R.A, usually Rina reads these, so I left it back in the mailbox, the third one was from Nook, the owner of Nookingtoons sending a barbecue to Chris, the same model as that one I hid behind the house fence since Jemma and I had planned to not have to taste his barbecue ever again. And the last one was from the town hall, I was expecting news about how my founds had increased but instead I read this:

 “Due to you having no more money in your bank account, we have cancelled all your credit and debit cards until you invert more money in these.

You owe the bank 29,870 bells for your last spending of money in these shops:

  • Able Sisters
  • Nookingtoons

Sincerely, Pelly, your account manager.”

I couldn’t believe my eyes, I thought it might be a joke from Pelly, but who does that? Besides, Pelly and I are too close for her to joke about these things with me.

I ran inside, grabbed the phone on top of the exotic end table in the main room, called Jemma, who must be helping out right now at the Able Sisters, and waited for an answer, she was the cleverest one of all and I was hoping for some advice.

“Hello? Is that you, Ariadna?”

I didn’t dare to answer, this was so embarrassing.

“Oh, umm… Jemma, Is that you? Oh, I’m so sorry I got confused”

“Okay, I guess. Are you alright?”

“Me? I’m as good as… peppermint! (Dang, what the hell did I just say?) Listen, unlike you, I got a life so I got to get going.”

I kind of regretted saying that, but I was in no mood to fix more mistakes. So I took the next step, going to the town hall.

Running towards the town hall I ran into Rina, tried not to speak to her, and I could tell she didn’t want to speak to me either. But I was too busy to wonder why.

Right as I was about to continue walking my stomach started doing loud noises, I hadn’t eaten breakfast and I was hungry, this forced Rina to start a conversation with me.

“Wow! The greatest, most elegant Ariadna didn’t eat breakfast?”

“Yeah, well I didn’t really have time, but I was planning on going to the Roost”

“So… shouldn’t you be running the other way?” A small accusing laugh escaped from Rina’s mouth.

“… Do you mind? I have stuff to do!”

“You like to laugh at other people but can’t stand it when they’re laughing at you, huh?”

“Shut up!”

I stepped to the right to start walking away again, but Rina also stepped in my way.

“Come on, I like laughing at you, but I still care, what’s wrong?”

“That I saw you outfit and I wanted to vomit”

“Vomit, really? How long did it take you to come up with that one, Ariadna?”

I then stepped to the left and, successfully, walked away.

 

Not the story: Ugh I kind of hate this format, this looked waaay better as a .docx file in my computer 😦 So maybe I’ll be experimenting with fonts and such in this post, don’t be surprised if tomorrow this post looks any different or such! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoy this one!

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The Turnip Trade: Chapter 5- by Jemmaa

The Turnip Trade: Chapter 5- By Jemmaa

Kiya: We’ve looked everywhere for Pascal, but he just doesn’t show up!

Rosie:  Where could he be? Didn’t he promise us he would come to Bellwood today?

Kiya: Yes, he did!  Let’s just have some coffee, I’m sure he’ll come later on!

*At The Roost*

Rosie and Kiya: Pascal!! And… Gracie?!

Pascal: Hey there, maaaan!

Gracie: You’re too late girls! I already gave my scallop to Pascal! Hahaha, I told you: “A Fashionista always gets what she wants!

Kiya: No, wait! How’d Gracie get a scallop?

Rosie: Who cares? Pascal we have another scallop!

Pascal: Two scallops? My, my. I have never been in a situation where two compete but only one can win… actually I’ll have both scallops! But I’ll only reward the cleverest.

Rosie: Kiya is clever! Kiya is very clever!

Gracie: Shut it, blue-cat!

Pascal: I shall test both of you!

Kiya: Great! I got an “A” in biology, and math, and Spanish, and English…

Gracie: WHAT? That’s not fear!

Pascal: True cleverness is not revealed in one grade, it’s revealed in the true emotions and in the tears of one.

Brewster: Alright, not that I was listening the hole time but should I have understood that?

Rosie: I didn’t understand it either… But anyway, Kiya is super clever, she’s a… a… she’s a clever-ista!

Brewster: Yeah… Neither did I understand that…

Pascal: Are you ready for the test?

Kiya and Gracie: Yes!

Pascal: Here it goes maaaan:

“The sea reveals only the treasures he stole from you when you are honest, and honestly is always the best policy… So you better be ready maaaan, here’s the question:

What has the sea stolen from you?

A)     A golden Axe

B)      A 100,000 bells

C)      Nothing of those 2 things”

If you answer correctly you will be rewarded with your lost treasure. Alright maaaan??

Gracie: Really? That’s easy! Pascal, I lost my golden axe.

Kiya: Well, I guess the sea hasn’t stolen anything from me, so he doesn’t have to give anything back…

Pascal: Congrats maaan! You shall be rewarded with the golden axe!

Kiya: *sight* Well… at least we tried!

Gracie: YES! I knew it, I knew it! I always knew-

Pascal: No, no, no! The other maaan one, Kiya I believe is your name right?

Rosie: Yay Kiya! You did it!

Kiya: Really? Thank you so much Pascal!

Gracie: Ugh! This can’t be! *She leaves the café*

Pascal: Maaan, I’m going to the beach to dive into the sea and await a new adventure…

Rosie: We did it! We have the golden axe… Now we’ll have to check the acwwbook golden tools guide to find out what it does!

THE END

This story is dedicated to Kiya, as a present for wining 3rd prize in one of my contests. Thank you for all your support Kiya!

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Chapter 3: Holidays at my town

Read part 1 here: https://acwwbook.wordpress.com/2012/01/01/chapter-1-holidays-at-my-town/

Read part 2 here: https://acwwbook.wordpress.com/2012/01/03/chapter-2-holidays-at-my-town/

Holidays at my town. By Jemmaa

“Can I leave now?” Asked Hopper

“What? Oh, Umm… sure” I replied still angry and thinking about Kiki.

“Even better, leave and don’t come back!” I added, barely screaming.

Hopper after hearing what I just said looked at me with an angry look, got out of his chair and walked to the door, then he turned around.

“I wasn’t planing on coming back, your house looks creepy, especially with you inside” He spoke, grinning and trying to hold his laugh.

Hopper shut the door behind him and I was left alone, once again. The kids weren’t out of bed so the town was quiet, very quiet. I wanted to go outside and run to knock on Kiki’s door too see if she had come back, like I did for a month after she left, that was why the neighbor that moved in to Kiki’s old house hated me. I kept remembering moments Kiki had spent with me but my thoughts were interrupted by anger, once again. How could she have done this to me? Why didn’t she come back?

I heard the sound of Margie’s voice continued by the voices of two kids, I looked out the window, neighbors were finally starting to wake up! But it was early, something else was going on.

There was a “cling, cling” to be heard in the sky and I saw kids looking up at the sky yelling other kids to come join. I grabbed my jacket as fast as I could put it on and rushed outside, then a kid looked at me and pointed to the sky and when I looked up I saw a red and gigantic sleight running threw the sky, with reindeer  guiding it threw its flight.

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! Now, Rudolph, park the sleight down!” Said a loud man voice.

Kids and adults all around town came to see Santa Claus, the reindeer and the sleight flying in the air. After the landing of Santa’s sleight all the kids ran towards him, asking questions, saying how good they’ve been this year… But to my surprise not only Santa Claus came down of the sleight, Kiki did too!!!

“Ho, ho, ho! Merry Christmas!!” Shouted Santa, even louder than the first shout.

“I see you already have seen your Christmas present, Jemma.” He said

I smiled so hard I felt my lips grow larger. Kiki was already off the sleight and running towards me, all the sadness, and angry feelings vanished as we hugged and said stuff like “I missed you so much!” and “We will never be apart again”

Short after Santa gave the presents to everyone and the reindeer had recovered energy by eating and drinking, Santa got on to his sleight and flied away.

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer, and Vixen! On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donder and Blitzen! Now, Rudolph guide us to the next town!” Santa said with a smile on his face.

“Merry Christmas, Santa!” Almost the hole town shouted as Santa flied up into the sky.

After Santa had vanished into the clouds of the sky, all of us went on to the town hall, where there was a party that lasted all nigh! I could hear shouts of joy and voices singing while I partied at the town hall, but Kiki and I weren’t about to break the tradition! We head towards my house being followed by the kids and partied along with the best Christmas I ever had!

The End

Now I would like to share a website I found that has a lot of Christmas spirit with it! 😀 Here’s the link to it…

http://www.the-north-pole.com

 Merry Christmas!

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Chapter 2: Holidays at my town

Read part 1 here: https://acwwbook.wordpress.com/2012/01/01/chapter-1-holidays-at-my-town/

Holidays at my town. By Jemmaa

The next day, Christmas day, I was woken up by someone knocking on my door. I looked at the clock, and saw it was barely 5:30 am, that made me even more tired and made me wanna go back to bed and just ignore the knocking on my front door.

“Ehem, maim, I have got mail for you” Spoke a voice.

“I’ll be down in a minute!” I shouted in reply.

I was to tired to even throw on the light switch or to even shout again to tell the person at my door to go away and leave the mail beside my doormat. But I decided to go downstairs to open the door when I heard another shout.

“Maim, I’ve got work to do so if you would please come down and open the door.” The man said with a firm voice.

You could notice by his tone that he was getting angry, and he really just wanted to go away, almost as much as I wanted him to leave. Finally removed slowly the blanket I had on top of me, put my slippers on and started walking down the stairs. When I got to my living room I moved slowly towards the door, turned the door lock and opened the door, it was my neighbor Hopper, for some reason Pete, the mail deliverer, always gave to Hopper my mail letters, and Hopper would always read them, and wake up super early the next day to give them to me, he would always laugh at the letters my mom sent to me and would go away hopping around back to his house screaming “Jemma is a baby, and she doesn’t have muscles!”, but today he didn’t laugh at the letter, nor did he run away hopping and shouting. This time I thought he actually had a tear in his eye, he just gave the letter to me.

“I’m sorry I read your letter, Jemma, I will try not to repeat that in the future” He said, looking at the ground.

“Fine… Do you want some coffee?” I spoke immediately regretting what I just said.

“Yes” He said nodding his head.

So Hopper came in and started to do his own coffee, while I read the letter.

Dear Jemma,

It’s Kiki, I really miss you a hole lot and hope you had a Merry Christmas, I would understand if you’re mad at me  for moving away or for not contacting with you these two years, so I also want to say that I’m sorry, and I hope this year’s present cheers you up a bit.

Margie sent a letter to me saying that this Christmas you had fun playing with the little kids, the same ones that used to come to our house on Christmas, right? I’m glad you had fun playing with them and that they cheered you up.

I can’t lie to you, it may sound crazy but you where the one that believed me whenever something crazy happened in my life so here it goes: Santa has sent me on a special mission this Christmas.

A tear drop came down my face and a curious feeling came to my thoughts. “What did Kiki mean, on a special mission?” “Why did she send a letter now, after two years?” “Did Santa Claus really send her on a special mission?” “Why her?” “Why did she tell this to me?”

But suddenly anger occupied my thoughts. “Did she keep in touch with Margie and not her best friend?” “Was I still her best friend?” “Where we ever best friends?”

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Chapter 1: Holidays at my town

Holidays at my town. By Jemmaa

It was Christmas Eve, and I was sitting on the couch at the left of my room, looking firmly at the fireplace I had in front of me. I could hear the shouts of joy that came from the town hall plaza, and the continuous “chin, ching” of the glasses full of wine and champagne, followed by voices shouting and singing “Happy Holidays!”, “Merry Christmas!” and “Let’s make a toast again”.

You may ask yourself why I wasn’t out there, celebrating, singing and making toast after toast with the adults, you see, the only reason I celebrated Christmas was because I had someone with who I could celebrate it, at least until last year I had.

Kiki was my best friend and she used to come to my house each year and bring plates full of chocolate and classic nougat. She would eat the classic, I would eat the chocolate one. I prepared my living room full of Festive Trees, bright lights and we created the greatest Christmas party in town, then the adults celebrating in the town hall would hear our cheers and laughter too! Kids would come in and eat sweets and classic Christmas meals we would both prepare, but last year she moved away the day before Chirstmas Eve, and we weren’t able to celebrate Christmas together. So I spent Christmas alone, with my fireplace on, like I am celebrating this year. But this year was meant to be different…

I continued rubbing my hands next to the fireplace, when someone knocked on my door. I got out of my chair and walked slowly towards the door, and the door just enough to slip my head threw it to see who it was.

“Merry Christmas Jemma!” Said a little girl wearing a red and green dress.

“Do you want to come play with us?” Said a boy wearing a scarf so thick I could barely see his green shirt under it.

I didn’t know what to say, I was shocked, no one had ever walked up to my door to say “Merry Christmas” to me before, since Kiki left. But I think I didn’t have to say anything, the smile that automatically was drawn on my face when I heard those words was enough for the two kids to grab my hands and bring me outside while a third kid sneaked inside my house to grab my jacket and gloves and brought them outside as all the kids that where with there parents came shouting.

“It’s Jemma! She’s here, and she wants to play with us!” Said one.

“Is it true? Jemma came to play?” Shouted the ones who heard the first shout.

“Merry Christmas, Jemma!” They started to say as they arrived towards me.

Finally I managed to say something despite of the cold and shock of this evening.

“Merry Christmas everyone!”

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 4 by Jemma

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 4 by Jemma

Rosie: Now what? How can we get the mayor to give us a scallop?

Kiya: I believe he wants the massage chair, and as Gracie just said in her letter, Pascal will give to us the golden axe for the scallop, right?

Rosie: Yay! We’ve got everything planned out!

Kiya: That is true, unless Tortimer doesn’t give to us the scallop…

Rosie: What do you mean?

Kiya: Well, we know Tortimer wants the massage chair and Pascal wants the scallop, but we don’t know what Tortimer will give to us, it can be an acorn, his acorn mask…

Rosie: *Puts her hand in her ears* Lalala- I’m not listening! Tortimer is not Cornimer!

Kiya: Sure he isn’t Rosie, sure he isn’t…

Rosie: So what you’re saying is our plan can fail?

Kiya: Yes, I-

Rosie: Ugh! I hate it when you find errors in my plan!

Kiya: Your plan? Excuse me but I’m doing all the thinking here!

Rosie: Can’t I dream? But you’re right! *giggles* I’m more of a Fash-

Kiya: Don’t you dare say that word! Come on, let’s just go find the mayor!

Rosie: Yeah! Let’s go!

*At the Town Hall*

Pelly: Hello! How may I help you?

Rosie: We wish to speak to the mayor please!

Pelly: Oh, I’m sorry girls! The mayor is occupied, (very occupied), talking to someone about some golden thingy… The poor mayor is so confused I may have to prepare double hot soup tonight and sleep medicine *sight*

*In a room at the town hall they can hear…*

Gracie: FOR THE LAST TIME! GIVE ME A SCALLOP!

Tortimer: I-I’m so-sorry what? I don’t have a-a Doll Top! Unless it’s from a doll that massages my poor back…

Gracie: UGH! YOU’RE HOPELESS!

Tortimer: I-I’m what? Listen m-maim I just want a massage chair for my poor back, and-

Gracie: AND I WANT A SCALLOP!

Tortimer:  What’s a Scrapot? And where’s my massage chair? *sight*

*Outside the room*

Rosie: We’ve got a massage chair!

Pelly: Oh! Really? Would you like to give it to Tortimer? I’ve got a Scallop if it could be of any interest for you…

Kiya: Sure! Here you go! Thank you so much!

*Gracie comes out of the room*

Gracie: Wait! NOOO! That’s my Scallop! Give it to me!

Tortimer: Pelly, dear, do we have a Dall Top?

Pelly: *Laughs* Don’t worry Tortimer, I’ve got your massage chair!

Tortimer: Go-ood! Now my poor itchy back will relax at la-last!

*Kiya and Rosie leave, pulling Gracie out too*

Rosie: OK! So we’ve got the Scallop, but we have another problem, where’s Pascal? And… we’re ahead of Gracie!

Kiya: That’s right! Yay Turnip Team!

Rosie: Hey, I know a better name: “Red Fashion Turnipistas!”

Kiya: Turnip-istas? *sight*

TO BE CONTINUED

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 3 by Jemma

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 3

Kiya: *Bangs on Rosie’s house door* Rosie! Rosie, wake up! Wake up!

Rosie: Shut up! Let me sleep!

Kiya: Wow… Never saw you like that!

Rosie: That’s ’cause you don’t wake me up that early!

Kiya: Early? Really? Rosie it’s 2pm!

Rosie: *Opens house door* OK well then, let’s go!

Kiya: How’d you get dressed-? Never mind! There’s Saharah.

Rosie: Um… hello? Excuse-

Saharah: Oh my! Is that? It is! Is that a turban? Do you need it? I need it! Desert needs it! Oh my!

Kiya: Well, sure… here, take it!

Saharah: Oh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!

Rosie: Hey wait! Now what? We need something in return (some piece of clothing if possible)

Saharah: Oh! Yes! There you go… a massage chair! But if you want clothes…

Kiya: No! This is perfect! *Whispers to Rosie: Golden Axe, Gracie, item trading. Remember?*

Rosie: Oh, yeah, right! (at least I get a free massage!)

Kiya: So, Saharah, who would trade a massage chair for a golden axe?

Saharah: I’m not sure if he would give to you a golden axe, but Mr. Tortimer would probably give big things to have a massage for his poor back.

Kiya: That’s great! Thank you Saharah!

Saharah: Oh! Wait! A funky giraffe who I believed was named Gracie gave a little note for me to deliver to Kiya? So there you go little one!

Rosie: Hurry up! Open it! Let’s see what it says…

Dear Kiya,

I knew you would arrive this far! Not even I can deny that you’re very smart, but what you need it sharpness! Something only a true Fashionista has!

See you with someone I will not tell you! Muahaha!

PS: Even when you receive the Scallop, Pascal only gives real golden axe’s to Sharp people!

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 2 by Jemma

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 2

Wendell: So… so… hungry, must eat something!!!

Kiya: Oh! Umm… Hello! Do you happen to like red turnips? It’s the only thing I have!

Rosie: Ehem! Kiya the Red turnip is for the golden axe!

Kiya: Just let it go! Gracie has got the golden axe! *gives the turnip to Wendell*

Wendell: Woot thanks! And to show my gratitude to you I will give you… the Turban!!!

Kiya: Wait! You didn’t eat it?!?

Wendell: Of course not! I sell it for bells!

Kiya: But aren’t you hungry?

Wendell: I buy food for bells!

Kiya: But you can get fruit from the trees!

Wendell: But me want cooked food!

Kiya: But Nook doesn’t even cook!

Wendell: Timmy and Tommy do! In exchange for a red turnip!

Kiya: But you-

Wendell: Do you mind? It’s MY life!

Kiya: Sure…

Wendell: So, what do you think of my presie?

Kiya: Oh! Yeah! What is it?

Wendell: *shock* You no know what it is? It protects you from the hard sun in the desert! Look I have a drawing of it! *shows the drawing*

Kiya: Oh! I get it! Thank you so much!!! It’s gonna be real useful!

*Wendell leaves*

Kiya: Rosie do you want a Turban?

Rosie: Hmm… No, is it that thingy for the desert?

Kiya: Seems like, what can I do with it?

Both: Wait! Desert!!! Sahara!!!

Rosie: But how’s that gonna help us get the golden axe?

Kiya: Hmm… I don’t know! Maybe she’ll give you an item that someone wants in exchange for the golden axe?

Rosie: Yeah, Maybe.

Kiya: Wait! Follow me! *they enter Nook’s*

Rosie: Why are we here?

Kiya: To order Sahara’s carpet! So Nook has to order Sahara to come to AquaTown! And we’ll give the turban to Sahara!

Rosie: Oh! Goodies!

Rosie: See? This is why we are a team! I am cute and beautiful and don’t wear clothes from the garbage and you think!

Kiya: OK! And, hey! I only wore that dress form the garbage ‘cause it was nice! (and had a tomato sauce stain on it) but, still, it was very nice!

Rosie: Really? How about the horse dress?

Kiya: Oh… yeah… well do you want me to order the carpet or not?

Rosie: Sure! I’ll wait outside!

*Outside*

Rosie: So? Any luck?

Kiya: Yup! Sahara’s coming tomorrow morning!!!

Rosie: Great! That’s awesome!

Kiya: I know! Now we just have to wait!

Rosie: Well then, see you tomorrow!

Kiya: Good night!

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The Turnip Trade, Chapter 1 by Jemma

The Turnip Trade, Chapter 1

Rosie: Hey Kiya! It’s been a long time since I saw you walking around Bellwood! Where were you?

Kiya: Oh! Rosie don’t you remember? I won a best portrait of “The Mona Lisa” contest and I went to Africa to receive the prize!

Rosie: Oh my! I thought you went there next month! Well anyway, what was the prize? Come on! Tell me!

Kiya: *sight* it was only a red turnip, oh and a check of 1,489 bells, that barely paid for my week in a 1 star hotel

Rosie: Wow! Africa is not cheap!  Wait, did you say a red turnip?

Kiya: Yes, a red turnip

Rosie: OMG!!!  A red turnip? Give it to Wendell! And then he will give you something, that you have to give to someone and that someone will give to you something that you have to give to another someone and you will get a Golden Axe!!

Kiya: Wait! What???

Rosie: I don’t know didn’t you hear me???

Mysterious Woman: I DO know what to do!

Both: Gracie? Really? Tell us!!!

Gracie: For 5,000 bells I will tell you!

Kiya: No way Fashion-Freaky-Lady!

Gracie: Excus-

Rosie: She means, of course!!! *grabs Kiya’s wallet* Here you are Gracie!

Kiya: What? Give that-

Gracie: Thank you, Fashionista! Now, here’s what I know: I also have a Red Turnip, and you have one too! Give it to Wendell if you want, but Pascal only has ONE Golden Axe! And I will get it!!! Hahaha!

Both: Only one?! Wait what?

Gracie: Ciao! Fashion-not-istas! *Leaves with her car*

Kiya: She ripped us off!!! That Fashionista Freaky Old Lady just ripped us off! I thought I was going to get ripped off by Bill Gates but not by a No-bran Fashion Freak!!!

Rosie: Ohh! It’s war alright! Against my Fashion Heroin but it’s still war!!!

Kiya:  … Alright ?

TO BE CONTINUED…

~ Jemma