About twenty minutes later, I walked out of the principle’s office. She told me that if I ever did it again, I would have lunch detention for the next two weeks!!
“She can’t do that,” I said to my conscience.
“Actually, she can,” my conscience replied back.
“How?” I asked.
“She just can. She’s the principal. Principles can do pretty much whatever they want.”
“That’s stupid,” I replied. Oh well. I better learn to control myself for now on, no matter what.
“What if Lucky does something cute?” I asked my conscience.
“Just act like it was normal and he did it with a purpose,” my conscience replied.
“But he would do it with a purpose,” I said to my conscience.
My conscience replied, “Just don’t go all gaga over him as much okay?” “Okay,” I said to my conscience. Some people think that it’s weird that I talk to my conscience, but to me it helps control my personal situations and also helps me get a hold of myself easier. It really does! Try it sometime! You won’t regret it!
As I walked out the door, I saw Lucky waiting by the lockers. He was leaning on one of them, looking all cool and what-not, except for the sad, guilty look on his face. The same look he gave me after I walked out of Mr. Learie’s English class while I was on my way to the principle’s office, that annoying bitch. She needs to fall down a well too. Everyone knows that Lassie won’t save her anytime soon!
“Hey,” he said with that sad, shameful look on his face.
“Lucky, what’re you doing here?” I asked.
“I came to apologize,” he said.
“About what?”
“English class,” he replied.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I thought Mr. Learie was a sleaze anyway,” I told him. I really did think he was a sleaze. No one ever liked him. Not since he first walked into this school. I should know, I saw awesomely funny drawings in the stalls in the ladies’ room. I also heard that there were some drawings in the guys’ restroom too! HA!
“But I got you in trouble,” he said.
“I’m serious, it’s alright,” I told him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” I responded. Man, he really does seem to worry about me. How romantic. We’re going to be a perfect couple for sure!
“Okay, well, um…now that that’s off our chest, um…you still interested in going to the party?”
“Yeah I am!” I said. “I would be on crack not to be!”
“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Alright!” I exclaimed.
“You’ll have a blast,” he told me. “Trust me.”
I couldn’t believe it! First, he invited me to one of his parties, and now he’s going to pick me up!! How much better could this get!? Much better, I told myself. Lucky could marry me and we would have awesome sex and we would have amazing children!!
“Whoa, a little TMI,” my conscience said.
“Sorry,” I said to it, “I’m just so excited! I’ve never been invited to any Cool Kid party before!”
“Just try to control yourself when you’re around him, okay?” my conscience pleaded.
“Okay,” I responded back to it.
“Hey!” Lucky yelled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“What’s your name, anyway?”
“C…Cookie,” I stammered.
“Cookie. I like that. It reminds me of my favorite snack.” And he walked away.
I couldn’t believe it! He liked my name! He actually liked my name!! Usually everyone (and by everyone I mean Molly) would make fun of my name and say that it’s dumb because it was the name of a fattening piece of garbage!! But I wasn’t letting that stop me from loving Lucky!!
Just then, the bell for class to begin again rung. I was late. Again. Dang! I’ve got to stop being late!! I might eventually have lunch detention!! I better get there fast!
I ran down the hall as fast as I could to my next class. By the time I got to the door, I looked inside the window. Dark and empty. Then I noticed a piece of paper on the door. It said:
Class Dismissed. Please Return Home With
Your Scheduled Buses.
Well that’s weird. An odd-timed early dismissal. Oh well, works for me.
I was still thinking about how and why this early dismissal happened when someone yelled, “Hey!” I turned my head and there was Lucky running down the hall towards me as fast as his legs could carry him. “You want me to drive you to the party?”
“Right now?” I asked. “Isn’t it a little early? It isn’t even two yet!”
“I know,” he said. “It’s just that I…I just want to spend some extra alone time with you.”
“Alright lover boy,” I said. “But I have to grab some things at my house.”
“I’ll drive you!” Lucky said.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” I said.
“It’s no trouble at all,” he said.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Now it was his turn to say, “Positive.”
“Alright,” I said.
“Perfect. Now I can show you my car,” he told me. I couldn’t wait to see his car!! I bet you it would look awesome!! We went outside and, sure enough, I was right. It was a red sports car. Actually it was a red Mustang Convertible with brown leather seats!! It looked very comfy.
“Ain’t she a beaut?” Lucky asked me.
“Yeah!” I said. “She’s beautiful!!” It felt kind of odd to be calling his car a “she,” but I didn’t want to upset Lucky. This was a chance of a lifetime!!
“Hop in,” he told me. So I did. The seats were nice and comfy, like I thought. Very soft too. Not like your average leather seats, at least for me. Every other time I sat in a leather seat, I would slip off them! I had to buckle in just to stop slipping!
“It feels nice,” I told him.
“I knew you would like it,” he told me. “That’s why I picked it.”
I smiled at him. It wasn’t my biggest smile, but it was good enough for me (and hopefully for him too). He got into the driver’s side of the car and put his seatbelt on.
“Better put on your seatbelt, because this is going to be a wild ride! I don’t normally put on my seatbelt, but I keep getting the feeling that I’m going to need it.”
I wonder what he meant by that. Before I could think, he floored the gas and we went flying out of the parking lot into the road. We almost hit three cars!! I screamed from fright, worried that we were going to hit them. We were going so fast that I thought my face was going to fly off my skull!
“Isn’t this fun?” he yelled. He had to yell at the top of his lungs because the car was going so fast and making so much noise!
“Are you sure that we’re not going a little too fast?” I asked him.
“Nonsense,” Lucky told me, “nothing’s too fast for the Luckster!”
I screamed again as we almost hit yet another car. The guy yelled at us and called us some ugly names, like the people in the three cars that we almost hit when we were tearing out of the school’s parking lot.
“Don’t you love the names those people give us?” Lucky asked.
I couldn’t answer. My whole body was stiff as a board. We stopped three seconds later in a sudden halt.
“We’re here,” Lucky said. “Told you you needed a seat belt. I guess my conscience was right for warning me. I probably would’ve gotten killed!”
How could he talk like that with a straight face? And how did he know where I lived without me giving him the information? Oh well. At least I’m home. But I was so mad at Lucky for driving like that that I couldn’t control my lips.
“You drove like a maniac!!” I yelled at him.
“But wasn’t it fun?” he asked me.
“No, it wasn’t ‘fun’,” I answered back in a very pissed and scared tone in my voice.
“What do you mean?” Lucky asked.
“You could’ve gotten me killed out there!! We almost hit three cars when we turned out of the parking lot!! I was scared out of my mind!!”
“Oh, Cookie! I-I’m so sorry!!”
“Yeah, sure you are.”
“No, really I am!! I wouldn’t do anything to harm you!!”
“Then how do you explain the car thing?” I asked him.
“I was putting myself first. Normally me and my friends drive like that and get a little crazy. I completely forgot that you were there.”
That made me want to blow my stack!! How could he forget that I was there!?
“Calm down, Cookie,” my conscience told me, “this is your first boyfriend. Don’t blow it.” I finally calmed down and hugged Lucky a little tighter than I normally hug somebody.
“Please promise me that you won’t do that again,” I told him.
Lucky hugged me back and said, “I promise, my sweet Cookie. I promise.”
I thanked him and let go of him.
“C’mon,” Lucky finally said, “let’s get you home before your parents worry.”
I agreed and we walked towards my front door. I opened it and yelled my usual, “Mom! Dad! I’m home!” Mom answered my greeting.
“Hello, honey,” she said. “Your father’s still working.”
“As usual,” I said. Mom saw Lucky and seemed to find interest in him.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “Who’s this striping young lad?”
“Mom, this is Lucky,” I told her while waving towards Lucky. Lucky had a weird look on his face, which seemed odd to me.
“Is he the one that you always dreamt about every night and wished to marry?” she asked.
That was pretty embarrassing. I really didn’t want him to know that. So I replied with a guilty “yes” under my breath.
“Um…okay! Well, um, Mrs. Cookie’s mom, I invited your daughter to one of my parties and we were wondering if she could go,” Lucky said.
And to my amazement, Mom answered with a stunning, “Sure, why not?”
“Really!?” I asked.
“Sure! After all, your birthday’s coming soon, and, plus, that’s how I met your father,” she replied. “Now you kids go out and have some fun!”
“Thanks Mom!” I yelled to her as Lucky and I were running out the door.
Dad came walking through the door and as I ran out I yelled to him, “Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad!” and shut the door.
“Who was that with my daughter?” he asked.
“Your daughter?” Mom asked him.
“I mean, our daughter,” he corrected.
“A friend of hers,” said Mom. “Now we can have some alone time.”
“Oh, I see where this is going,” Dad said and he got the Champaign.
“I can’t believe she let me go!” I exclaimed to Lucky when we got into his car.
“Yeah, me neither,” Lucky replied. What do you supposed he meant by that? I asked myself. Oh well, doesn’t really bother me much.
“Let’s go,” I said to him.
“Already on it,” he replied. We buckled up and Lucky slammed on the gas. We were off towards the greatest time of our lives! Little did I know that that was where my life was going to completely change, whether I liked it or not.
“She can’t do that,” I said to my conscience.
“Actually, she can,” my conscience replied back.
“How?” I asked.
“She just can. She’s the principal. Principles can do pretty much whatever they want.”
“That’s stupid,” I replied. Oh well. I better learn to control myself for now on, no matter what.
“What if Lucky does something cute?” I asked my conscience.
“Just act like it was normal and he did it with a purpose,” my conscience replied.
“But he would do it with a purpose,” I said to my conscience.
My conscience replied, “Just don’t go all gaga over him as much okay?” “Okay,” I said to my conscience. Some people think that it’s weird that I talk to my conscience, but to me it helps control my personal situations and also helps me get a hold of myself easier. It really does! Try it sometime! You won’t regret it!
As I walked out the door, I saw Lucky waiting by the lockers. He was leaning on one of them, looking all cool and what-not, except for the sad, guilty look on his face. The same look he gave me after I walked out of Mr. Learie’s English class while I was on my way to the principle’s office, that annoying bitch. She needs to fall down a well too. Everyone knows that Lassie won’t save her anytime soon!
“Hey,” he said with that sad, shameful look on his face.
“Lucky, what’re you doing here?” I asked.
“I came to apologize,” he said.
“About what?”
“English class,” he replied.
“Oh, don’t worry about that, I thought Mr. Learie was a sleaze anyway,” I told him. I really did think he was a sleaze. No one ever liked him. Not since he first walked into this school. I should know, I saw awesomely funny drawings in the stalls in the ladies’ room. I also heard that there were some drawings in the guys’ restroom too! HA!
“But I got you in trouble,” he said.
“I’m serious, it’s alright,” I told him.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Positive,” I responded. Man, he really does seem to worry about me. How romantic. We’re going to be a perfect couple for sure!
“Okay, well, um…now that that’s off our chest, um…you still interested in going to the party?”
“Yeah I am!” I said. “I would be on crack not to be!”
“Great! I’ll pick you up at seven.”
“Alright!” I exclaimed.
“You’ll have a blast,” he told me. “Trust me.”
I couldn’t believe it! First, he invited me to one of his parties, and now he’s going to pick me up!! How much better could this get!? Much better, I told myself. Lucky could marry me and we would have awesome sex and we would have amazing children!!
“Whoa, a little TMI,” my conscience said.
“Sorry,” I said to it, “I’m just so excited! I’ve never been invited to any Cool Kid party before!”
“Just try to control yourself when you’re around him, okay?” my conscience pleaded.
“Okay,” I responded back to it.
“Hey!” Lucky yelled.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“What’s your name, anyway?”
“C…Cookie,” I stammered.
“Cookie. I like that. It reminds me of my favorite snack.” And he walked away.
I couldn’t believe it! He liked my name! He actually liked my name!! Usually everyone (and by everyone I mean Molly) would make fun of my name and say that it’s dumb because it was the name of a fattening piece of garbage!! But I wasn’t letting that stop me from loving Lucky!!
Just then, the bell for class to begin again rung. I was late. Again. Dang! I’ve got to stop being late!! I might eventually have lunch detention!! I better get there fast!
I ran down the hall as fast as I could to my next class. By the time I got to the door, I looked inside the window. Dark and empty. Then I noticed a piece of paper on the door. It said:
Class Dismissed. Please Return Home With
Your Scheduled Buses.
Well that’s weird. An odd-timed early dismissal. Oh well, works for me.
I was still thinking about how and why this early dismissal happened when someone yelled, “Hey!” I turned my head and there was Lucky running down the hall towards me as fast as his legs could carry him. “You want me to drive you to the party?”
“Right now?” I asked. “Isn’t it a little early? It isn’t even two yet!”
“I know,” he said. “It’s just that I…I just want to spend some extra alone time with you.”
“Alright lover boy,” I said. “But I have to grab some things at my house.”
“I’ll drive you!” Lucky said.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” I said.
“It’s no trouble at all,” he said.
“Are you sure?” I asked. Now it was his turn to say, “Positive.”
“Alright,” I said.
“Perfect. Now I can show you my car,” he told me. I couldn’t wait to see his car!! I bet you it would look awesome!! We went outside and, sure enough, I was right. It was a red sports car. Actually it was a red Mustang Convertible with brown leather seats!! It looked very comfy.
“Ain’t she a beaut?” Lucky asked me.
“Yeah!” I said. “She’s beautiful!!” It felt kind of odd to be calling his car a “she,” but I didn’t want to upset Lucky. This was a chance of a lifetime!!
“Hop in,” he told me. So I did. The seats were nice and comfy, like I thought. Very soft too. Not like your average leather seats, at least for me. Every other time I sat in a leather seat, I would slip off them! I had to buckle in just to stop slipping!
“It feels nice,” I told him.
“I knew you would like it,” he told me. “That’s why I picked it.”
I smiled at him. It wasn’t my biggest smile, but it was good enough for me (and hopefully for him too). He got into the driver’s side of the car and put his seatbelt on.
“Better put on your seatbelt, because this is going to be a wild ride! I don’t normally put on my seatbelt, but I keep getting the feeling that I’m going to need it.”
I wonder what he meant by that. Before I could think, he floored the gas and we went flying out of the parking lot into the road. We almost hit three cars!! I screamed from fright, worried that we were going to hit them. We were going so fast that I thought my face was going to fly off my skull!
“Isn’t this fun?” he yelled. He had to yell at the top of his lungs because the car was going so fast and making so much noise!
“Are you sure that we’re not going a little too fast?” I asked him.
“Nonsense,” Lucky told me, “nothing’s too fast for the Luckster!”
I screamed again as we almost hit yet another car. The guy yelled at us and called us some ugly names, like the people in the three cars that we almost hit when we were tearing out of the school’s parking lot.
“Don’t you love the names those people give us?” Lucky asked.
I couldn’t answer. My whole body was stiff as a board. We stopped three seconds later in a sudden halt.
“We’re here,” Lucky said. “Told you you needed a seat belt. I guess my conscience was right for warning me. I probably would’ve gotten killed!”
How could he talk like that with a straight face? And how did he know where I lived without me giving him the information? Oh well. At least I’m home. But I was so mad at Lucky for driving like that that I couldn’t control my lips.
“You drove like a maniac!!” I yelled at him.
“But wasn’t it fun?” he asked me.
“No, it wasn’t ‘fun’,” I answered back in a very pissed and scared tone in my voice.
“What do you mean?” Lucky asked.
“You could’ve gotten me killed out there!! We almost hit three cars when we turned out of the parking lot!! I was scared out of my mind!!”
“Oh, Cookie! I-I’m so sorry!!”
“Yeah, sure you are.”
“No, really I am!! I wouldn’t do anything to harm you!!”
“Then how do you explain the car thing?” I asked him.
“I was putting myself first. Normally me and my friends drive like that and get a little crazy. I completely forgot that you were there.”
That made me want to blow my stack!! How could he forget that I was there!?
“Calm down, Cookie,” my conscience told me, “this is your first boyfriend. Don’t blow it.” I finally calmed down and hugged Lucky a little tighter than I normally hug somebody.
“Please promise me that you won’t do that again,” I told him.
Lucky hugged me back and said, “I promise, my sweet Cookie. I promise.”
I thanked him and let go of him.
“C’mon,” Lucky finally said, “let’s get you home before your parents worry.”
I agreed and we walked towards my front door. I opened it and yelled my usual, “Mom! Dad! I’m home!” Mom answered my greeting.
“Hello, honey,” she said. “Your father’s still working.”
“As usual,” I said. Mom saw Lucky and seemed to find interest in him.
“Oh my!” she exclaimed. “Who’s this striping young lad?”
“Mom, this is Lucky,” I told her while waving towards Lucky. Lucky had a weird look on his face, which seemed odd to me.
“Is he the one that you always dreamt about every night and wished to marry?” she asked.
That was pretty embarrassing. I really didn’t want him to know that. So I replied with a guilty “yes” under my breath.
“Um…okay! Well, um, Mrs. Cookie’s mom, I invited your daughter to one of my parties and we were wondering if she could go,” Lucky said.
And to my amazement, Mom answered with a stunning, “Sure, why not?”
“Really!?” I asked.
“Sure! After all, your birthday’s coming soon, and, plus, that’s how I met your father,” she replied. “Now you kids go out and have some fun!”
“Thanks Mom!” I yelled to her as Lucky and I were running out the door.
Dad came walking through the door and as I ran out I yelled to him, “Hi, Dad. Bye, Dad!” and shut the door.
“Who was that with my daughter?” he asked.
“Your daughter?” Mom asked him.
“I mean, our daughter,” he corrected.
“A friend of hers,” said Mom. “Now we can have some alone time.”
“Oh, I see where this is going,” Dad said and he got the Champaign.
“I can’t believe she let me go!” I exclaimed to Lucky when we got into his car.
“Yeah, me neither,” Lucky replied. What do you supposed he meant by that? I asked myself. Oh well, doesn’t really bother me much.
“Let’s go,” I said to him.
“Already on it,” he replied. We buckled up and Lucky slammed on the gas. We were off towards the greatest time of our lives! Little did I know that that was where my life was going to completely change, whether I liked it or not.
Hey fans of pound puppies i am searching for information on pound puppies and if it got removed from ytv because its my favourite show. But i found some information like there will be a 3rd season but i went on ytv and it said on the page of pound puppies:
This show at a new time
What does that mean, does it mean that it was removed or is it going to be on at a different time?
Well please send me info on pound puppies being removed from ytv cus i ytv wont reply to me if pound puppies will be back on ytv.
I hope they dont remove it :(
This show at a new time
What does that mean, does it mean that it was removed or is it going to be on at a different time?
Well please send me info on pound puppies being removed from ytv cus i ytv wont reply to me if pound puppies will be back on ytv.
I hope they dont remove it :(
Well one day ago patches at his owners house looking around for food usual and found can full of bean and well he ate whole can of beans and he got a stomach eat too much beans and pass gas and he went back to the pound meet with his friends and he fart in the tunnels cupcake and rebound sniff. rebound And cupcakes said aww it kinda stunk up the whole tunnel and lucky cookie and niblet and squirt holding There nose because patches gas. they grab patches take him outside finish his bad gas. Patches said. I will never eat beans ever again.
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