"I, am a better writer than you!" Pennywether held her notebook that was filled with chapters of tears and ink into Arzella's face as she inserted a dramatic pause between the I and Am of her sentence.
"NO YOU ARENT. You haven't even finished a book yet, Pen-Knee-Weth-HER!"Arzella yelled with so much teen angst you would think the house would have fallen down.
"Yeah, but i spend so much time on writing one book at a time that my books are always better. More time equals better quality."
"So that's why you leave the milk in the refrigerator for months? Better quality COTTAGE-FREAKING-CHEESE?!?"Arzella threw a fist into Pennywether's jaw but missed by about 2 feet. "I meant to do that."
"Read my book."
"Read your own book."
"I need you to critique it."
"Critique what?"
"My book."
"What book?!"
"The one I'm writing!"
"Oh, Penny-dear, You're writing a book?! You're such a great writer!"
"Thank you, Arzella."
"I'm glad we're friends."
"Oh, golly. Ditto."
THE END.
p.s. this is true. I, Arzella, have written a book where as PENNYWETHER HAS NOT.
ha.ha.ha.
but i love her anyway and she is one of the most talented teenage writers i know.
I love you, Pennywether. Yo Da Bomb.
I like you.
Love,
Arzella.
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