 Dude. The Pensevies aint got nothing on you. Aslan is the God
Allergic Seventh Year
Frankly, she hadn’t been having a good day. Another argument with Everett, another possible detention to deal with. Great.
And talk of the devil and he may come
The fluffy, curly haired devil.
And Amy was an immature child as almost everyone knew.
“ATCHOOOOOO!”
She sneezed falsely as he walked past, and received a funny look for it
“Something wrong Amy?” Everett asked with a sense of forced politeness
“No”, she said innocently “I just seem to have caught a cold” she shrugged
“Oh of course" he nodded
“Actually, I think I’m allergic”
“To?”
“You”
“Oh so mature” |