Junkyard Princess

“I dunno, I guess they’re just…fancy dress-up parties.”

“That doesn't sound all that fun.”

“It’s a bit of an old-fashioned idea, I know, but it can be a fun night out with your friends. And we’ll be shopping for dresses soon, so you can look forward to that?”

“I don’t really wear dresses. I can’t remember the last time I did.” 

“Alright, well its’ a good thing that I’m not planning on going.” 

“Oh, so it’s some narcissistic bullshit basically.” 

“Well come on,” She said as she started walking there. “Its the only place here that I seem to really be able to enjoy so I tend to spend a lot of time there.”

“Dug has a new joke, and it is funny! Dug finds it quite amusing, would you like to hear it? Please, oh please let me tell you it!”

“As long as you stop peaking in third person, sure.” 

“I was heading to the music room if you want to join me there.” 

County, not that bad.

“That sucks for you doesn’t it. Just because your parents aren’t around doesn’t mean mine don’t suck.”

“I never said that yours suck.” 

“Well now my ass is there, isn’t that ironic.” She smirks.

“Don’t you just love when your parents call you out of nowhere.”

“Well maybe I would if my parents were alive.” 

“I asked if you had a pen I could borrow.” 

“Yyyyyup, for a while, but I kinda figured out how to communicate and everything so the only annoying thing was trying to ask for extra ketchup.”

Before she knew what was happening, Shenzi was thrown at a book case, the whole shelf almost falling onto her, but she pushed it back, lip bleeding . Grunting, she grabbed the girl by the hair and pulled her back roughly, onto the floor. “What did you say to me?”