All the girl wanted was some string cheese! All she wanted was string cheese! It wasn’t that impossible, you know. FowlStar happened to know that FG’s kitchens were stocked to the brim with all kinds of cheeses! It wasn’t fair. So, Forge went crazy. Curse Mira and Dommy! They were supposed to be her friends, but obviously, they couldn’t even get Forge any cheese! Now who had to go through hours and hours of complaining and fighting? You guessed it.
“Oh be quiet, Forge!” Veronica screamed. “I am trying apply my lip gloss over here! No one cares about you and your string cheese addiction!”
FowlStar groaned. When would these abominations leave her mind! Oh wait, they were supposed to be part of her mind, she thought disgustedly. She watched as Forge picked up her version of Tamerion, Fowlie’s blade, and charged Veronica. The blade sparked with angry red energy, as Fowlie’s sparked with purple dark energy. Veronica screamed, threw her lip gloss at Forge and ducked behind the couch.
Fowlie unsheathed Tamerion (the original) and walked to the couch. “Forge!” she screamed! “Stop it NOW or I’ll slice your face to shreds!”
Forge immediately sheathed her version of Tamerion and sat down on the floor. Fowlie walked behind the couch, pulled up the weakling known as Veronica , and threw her on the couch. “Now. BOTH OF YOU BE QUIET AND LET ME SLEEP!” Fowlie yelled.
She walked away to the sofa on the other side of the room and sunk into the purple cushions. Silence, at last, she thought as she fell asleep.