That night was not the best night of my life. I had a nightmare. I was in Lucky’s house, looking around, and I saw Lucky, with an evil look in his eyes.
    “Lucky?” I said, a little worried. Lucky walked closer, his eyes bright red.
    “You’ve made me mad, Cookie,” he said. “And now u must pay the price.”
    “How? What did I do?” I asked him. Lucky didn’t saw anything. He just started getting bigger and bigger, looking like a giant werewolf from those old films u see on TV. His vacht, bont started getting bushier,...

I had no idea where my life was heading. All that I knew was that I was invited to one of Lucky’s parties, Lucky drove me home pagina and to the party, and I wasn’t going to let him go. We got to his house in like five minutes. We were flooring it all through the trip. I could feel the wind blow through my hair, and my life take a turn towards the rebel’s look on the other side of things. Just a few minuten ago, I was all worried about my and other people’s safety; and then, I turn into this speed demon that only wants to ride the streets in the triple digits and try to run over as many people...

I didn’t know what was going through my head. I just suddenly jumped onto my bureau and yelled at the top, boven of my lungs, “YES!!!” As soon as I was finished, the whole room was silent and everyone stared at me either in shock, shame, of anger. Mr. Learie’s face was definitely anger. I could tell door the look in his eyes and the expression on his face.
“I think a nice trip to the principle’s office will settle your outbursts,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” I zei to him.
I grabbed my stuff and left the room to go to the principle’s office. One of the worst places to be in the school. As I...

My name…is Cookie. I was never the prettiest girl in school. The girls would push me around, make fun of my looks, and knock my boeken out of my hands while I was walking down the hall! For no reason! It was the most embarrassing thing ever!! That would happen every day…until…he came along. Lucky. He was the man of every girl’s dream. He had the looks, the charm, and the muscle. He had a little group of two other vrienden who were named Niblet and Squirt. They were all on the football team together. Lucky was quarterback, Niblet was defense, and Squirt was offense. That was probably how...

The volgende morning was amazing!! I woke up and saw Lucky sleeping volgende to me with his arm around me, sleeping like a baby with his mouth open a little with a little drool withdrawing out of it. He looked funny. I got his arm off me and looked out the window to see the wondrous view of the city. Lucky is so…well…lucky. Heh. I wish I had a place like this. Oh, well. I realized I didn’t have any clothes on and went to find a gewaad, kleed to cover myself with.
    Lucky woke up as I was finishing up tying the knot of the robe.
    “Well, well, look who’s up...

That night was not the best night of my life. I had a nightmare. I was in Lucky’s house, looking around, and I saw Lucky, with an evil look in his eyes.
    “Lucky?” I zei a little worried. Lucky walked closer, his eyes bright red.
    “You’ve made me mad, Cookie,” he said. “And now u must pay the price.”
    “How? What did I do?” I asked him. Lucky didn’t say anything. All of a sudden, he started getting bigger and bigger, looking like a giant werewolf from those old films u see on TV. His vacht, bont started getting...

The food was quite good at Lucky’s place. We cooked some spaghetti and meatballs. We made a giant plate of it and started sharing it with each other. I’m surprised to say that Lucky is a great cook. He should work at a restaurant!     Actually, speaking of which, he told me that he did have a job as a cook once as Papa Pizzaroni’s, but he got fired because he was late once too often. He told me that he told his boss several times to change his hours so he could sleep more, but Papa Pizzaroni wouldn’t listen apparently. Oh well, sucks to be him.
    While...

“Mom!” I yelled at the top, boven of my lungs.
    Apparently Lucky heard me and he ran inside as fast as he could.
    “Cookie, what’s wrong?” he asked in a panic.
    “My mom’s having a hart-, hart attack!” I yelled.
    “Oh crap! Call an ambulance!”
    I ran as fast as I could all around the house searching for a phone. Any phone.
    “Phone, phone, there’s got to be a phone somewhere,” I zei to myself.
    I looked in Mom and Dad’s room. FINALLY!...