“Hey Donald, wait up!”

            A boy with light brown hair, who was wearing a school uniform and back pack, stopped and turned around.

            “Hurry up Sandra, I’m tired of waiting for your lazy ass.”

            Sandra ran to where Donald was and slumped over to catch her breath.

            “Wow, so you finally got the guts to say it huh?”

            Donald scowled at his friend and continued, “I wasn’t done you know. Why is it that I always wait out side of your house in the morning for twenty minutes ringing the door bell, and you never answer?” Sandra could tell he was annoyed.

            “Well dumb nuts, if you wouldn’t stand in front of my neighbors vacation house every morning ringing the door bell like an idiot, maybe, just maybe, I’d be on time for once!”

            “What? You mean to tell me that was your neighbors’ vacation house? Are they smoking a lot of pot or what? Who in their right minds would come to Nevada for vacation, especially this part of town?!”

            “I don’t know, but I’ll tell you what. You have any idea how desperate I was this morning for food? I had a Ball Park Frank’s hot dog on Wonder Bread with the American cheese stuff!” Sandra exclaimed.

            “You mean the stuff that tastes like rubber?” Donald said with disgust.

            “The very same.”

            “That’s really….”

            “Stereotypical? Sad? American? Completely devoid of any nutrition known to man kind? Or all the above?”

            “All the above.” Donald nodded.

            “You got any idea why we have to lug these 20 pound back packs to school every day?” Sandra said inquisitively.

            “So we have some appreciation for our elders who had to walk 9 miles in the snow bare foot.” Donald acted like an old man looking for his teeth.

 Sandra socked him right in the shoulder. “You took my line!”

            They laughed, and started off on their way to school again.

Part 2

            “Hey look. It’s a new kid.” Sandra said pointing.

            “Don’t point! That’s rude, and a sure way to get us into trouble! Not to mention him in our group.”

            “Oh yea huh?” Sandra said in a ditzy voice.

            “Oh no, Mrs. Legfeild is looking for a group to put him in. Act casual!” Donald ordered as he bent down of their project’s poster.

            Mrs. Legfeild looked right at them and said “Timmy why don’t you go and join Sandra and Donald.” Mrs. L pointed at them and Timmy made his way over.

            “Hey Donald if Mrs. Legfeild can point why can’t I?” Sandra spat at Donald.

            “Shut up Sandra. If you don’t I’ll glue paper flowers to your hair! Hi, you must be new. My name is Donald and the carni to my left is Sandra.”

            Timmy laughed a little and sat down.

            “Hey Donald! I’m not a carni! Do I look like a short circus folk with large hands, that smells of cabbage?!” Sandra said with a glare. “But anyways don’t mind Donald, he’s not all there.” She added pointing to her head.

            “Like you are?! Anyways it’s small hands isn’t it? Or maybe not….can’t remember. So your name is Timmy huh?”

            “Yup. What are we doing? Mrs. L didn’t say anything except to go and join you guys.” Timmy glanced at the poster.

            “You know I’d tell you but we need to ask you a few question first.” Sandra said definitely.

            “Like what?” Asked Timmy who was now glancing nervously.

            “Name?” Donald said in a deep voice taking out a piece of paper and pencil.

            “Timmy.”

            “No no no. Full name.”

            “Timothy  Garry Foulerd.”

            “Age”

            “14”

            “Criminal back ground.”

            “What?” Timmy was bewildered.

            “Like as in, Have you ever gotten into trouble with the fuzzzzzzzzzzzzz, or got away?” Sandra explained using her best greaser imitation.

            “Oh, nope.”

            “Reason for moving here.” Donald continued.

            Timmy shrugged, “Better paying job for my Dad I suppose.”

            “That’s what they all say.” Donald replied. “Well I guess we can let you in on the project.”

            “Are you sure Donald?” Sandra asked.

            “You have any more questions for him?” Donald looked at her with a ‘I know everything’ look.

            “Yes, are you Russian?” Sandra sat up strait.

            “Umm, I think I’m a quarter Russian…..why?”

            “I knew it!!!” Sandra exclaimed. “You’re a spy!!!! A Russian spy!!!!!” Sandra yelped.

            Timmy jumped back as Sandra vaulted to her feet. Donald gave her a serious look, and Sandra sat down smiling.

             “Just kidding!” Sandra said calmly.

            Timmy soon got used to Sandra’s and Donald’s strange behavior. And they son became good friends. The project was on different species of flowers. The group got an A on it, and the moral of the story is to eat your broccoli and make your parents happy!