"Sorry I'm late, Camille!" Sofie rushed into the butique and stood da her counter, which was stocked and filled with golden and silver watches.
"Sofia. Nice of te to unisciti us, today." Her boss detto blandly, coating her words with her thick french accent. Sofie tugged at her gray giacca nervously.
"Yeah.. your welcome.."
A tingling sound of a campana, bell rung throughout the room as the door clicked open, and two people looking around their 20's stepped inside. One had long black and brown hair, a blue-green top, brown gonna and long white socks. The boy successivo to her had short brown and blonde hair and a striped male tee with jeans. They jokingly came in with their noses held high. The girl strutted around the jewlry, recitazione like she was too good for any of the pieces. Sofie chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss," She said. "How much is this watch, right here?" Holding up one of the oro watches between her fingers she brought is close to Sofie's face behind the counter.
"$3,000,500, Ma'am."
The boy gasped and ripped the watch from her palm.
"Preposterous!" He shouted.
"Too much, Sir?"
"Absolutely not! Raise the price! My special wife deserves something far più expensive!"
Both costumers began to laugh and clutch their stomaches. Sofie puffed out an irritated breath.
"Lisa, Alex, I really have to do my job. If your not going to da anything, te have to leave." She sighed.
"Oh, c'mon, Sofie! We're just having some fun!"
"You sad today o somthin'?" The boy asked.
"How about we go to the cafe` today, Sofie? For lunch. Me, you, Alex and Tappy." Lisa smiled.
"I wish I could, but I don't get off work until 5:00."
"Who detto we were going before five? 5:00 it is. Meet us there!" She took Alex's hand, and laughing, ran out the door.
Sofie shook her head smirking at their disappearing figures. Camille,who has been observing, walked over to Sofie.
"Who were te just talking to, Madam?"
"My friends. They were.. just coming to see me."
"I see." Her boss looked around for a moment, then turned back to Sofie. "Unless people are here to buy something, we don't want them in here, Madam."
"Y-yes, Ma'am."
She walked back to her stand as two più people walked in. Sofie sighed, looked at the clock that hung on the bright rosa walls that read 2:43, glanced out the window, and saw the sun as it stood glowing high in the sky. She clocked out, and ran out the door to meet her Friends for a meal.
"Sofia. Nice of te to unisciti us, today." Her boss detto blandly, coating her words with her thick french accent. Sofie tugged at her gray giacca nervously.
"Yeah.. your welcome.."
A tingling sound of a campana, bell rung throughout the room as the door clicked open, and two people looking around their 20's stepped inside. One had long black and brown hair, a blue-green top, brown gonna and long white socks. The boy successivo to her had short brown and blonde hair and a striped male tee with jeans. They jokingly came in with their noses held high. The girl strutted around the jewlry, recitazione like she was too good for any of the pieces. Sofie chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"Excuse me, Miss," She said. "How much is this watch, right here?" Holding up one of the oro watches between her fingers she brought is close to Sofie's face behind the counter.
"$3,000,500, Ma'am."
The boy gasped and ripped the watch from her palm.
"Preposterous!" He shouted.
"Too much, Sir?"
"Absolutely not! Raise the price! My special wife deserves something far più expensive!"
Both costumers began to laugh and clutch their stomaches. Sofie puffed out an irritated breath.
"Lisa, Alex, I really have to do my job. If your not going to da anything, te have to leave." She sighed.
"Oh, c'mon, Sofie! We're just having some fun!"
"You sad today o somthin'?" The boy asked.
"How about we go to the cafe` today, Sofie? For lunch. Me, you, Alex and Tappy." Lisa smiled.
"I wish I could, but I don't get off work until 5:00."
"Who detto we were going before five? 5:00 it is. Meet us there!" She took Alex's hand, and laughing, ran out the door.
Sofie shook her head smirking at their disappearing figures. Camille,who has been observing, walked over to Sofie.
"Who were te just talking to, Madam?"
"My friends. They were.. just coming to see me."
"I see." Her boss looked around for a moment, then turned back to Sofie. "Unless people are here to buy something, we don't want them in here, Madam."
"Y-yes, Ma'am."
She walked back to her stand as two più people walked in. Sofie sighed, looked at the clock that hung on the bright rosa walls that read 2:43, glanced out the window, and saw the sun as it stood glowing high in the sky. She clocked out, and ran out the door to meet her Friends for a meal.
Once apon a time someone was killed, and the person murdered just happened to be....Justin...Who was killed at midnight by....Duncan and his poodle army... With Flippy, And Charlie the Unicorn... Duncan busted out his lighter and Flippy & Charlie... took Justin's kidney....Then Stewie showed up and...said "Hello Bitchez!!!!" The Duncan,Stewie & Master Shake did a secret handshake... that looked retarded.. While Trent put on a banana costume and sung "It's arachide, arachidi burro gelatina time"... He looked totally normal....but..Sypro..and the poptart...got Mountain Dew and gave it to "Master Duncan"...Duncan drank it and choked while Harold pointed and laughed....Harold sayed "I just Amore being purple"... and then "Master Duncan" sang te Belong With Me!!!! But Trent died of banana Itis...And Duncan flipped... and did a cheerleader dance...THE END!!!
So, there's been two groups in tdi spots these days.
The popolare people and the unpopular people.
The popolare people get più credit, their fanfics are popular, can have 90+ fans, and their requests are usualy taken first for fanart.
The unpopular people are barley noticed, get their requests taken last o close to last for fanart, and dont have much fans.
This has got to stop.
te know, you're not the only ones here. There are many other fanpopers, witing to share their ideas. But instead, they get ignored.
te really gotta stop. Try looking at other pictures and Leggere other fanfictions, and maybe just maybe, te will start liking a new character!
Your fellow muffin,
Addrey
The popolare people and the unpopular people.
The popolare people get più credit, their fanfics are popular, can have 90+ fans, and their requests are usualy taken first for fanart.
The unpopular people are barley noticed, get their requests taken last o close to last for fanart, and dont have much fans.
This has got to stop.
te know, you're not the only ones here. There are many other fanpopers, witing to share their ideas. But instead, they get ignored.
te really gotta stop. Try looking at other pictures and Leggere other fanfictions, and maybe just maybe, te will start liking a new character!
Your fellow muffin,
Addrey