Prologue (The Bet)
A bunch of Fireside girls were laughing
at Isabella. Isabella's Fireside troop stood angrily against them.
"Really? Him? Kiss you? Get real Isabella. Even you know it. He'll never do it now… and neither will he ever."
Isabella reacted foolishly. "R-really?! I'll show you! I'll get him to kiss me… and you'll be sorry! You'll be wiping the floor in front of my new suit!"
Cheyenne cackled. "Oh good luck! You'll be needing it. Loser."
"That's it!" Yelled Addyson (Adyson).
She formed her right fist and was about to clobber the blonde, double pigtailed girl, but Gretchen and Milly restrained her.
"Let me at her! Release me!"
"Aww thanks girls!" Said Cheyenne cockily. "But I could've handled her by myself."
"Handle me?!" Adyson spat at her face, literally.
Cheyenne's eyes were shut and her mouth gaped in disgust.
"You couldn't even wrestle an alligator! Or the king of the Wedgie's Gym. You don't deserve that patch on that filthy sash!"
Adyson pressed on. "What's the matter? Can't handle a little amylase?"
"Amylase?" Asked Milly to Gretchen.
"It's the enzyme in our salivas that digests starch." Replied Gretchen.
Cheyenne wiped her face angrily and was about to slap her, until her arm was caught by Isabella.
"Don't you even think about it Fireside Girl!" She pushed Cheyenne back.
Suddenly Mrs. Feyersied barged in the lodge without using the secret knock, not that she would need it now that their security team was off.
"What is going on here?! And why isn't security reporting for duty?!"
"Mrs. Feyersied." Gretchen began to report. "We are currently controlling a bedlam between these people."
"And what is the racket all about?!" She asked angrily.
"This girl spat on me!" Cheyenne yelled.
"Oh yeah! Well you were about to slap me!" Adyson yelled back.
"Well you deserved it!" Yelled Cheyenne.
"Enough!" Yelled Mrs. Feyersied. "Gretchen! Put them on trial! Now!"
"What?! T-trial?" Adyson stammered.
Cheyenne squeezed her eyes and fists angrily.
Gretchen looked sympathetically at Adyson. "But Mrs. Feyersied-!"
"I've heard enough. Their fate will be decided right here. I'm not changing my mind." She said strictly.
Gretchen grabbed a pen from her pocket and scribbled on her notepad.
Adyson sniffed. "I-it's ok."
"Into positions, now! Move move move!" Ordered Mrs. Feyersied. "Jury on the right! Witnesses stand by."
"But Mrs. Feyersied, everyone in this lodge is a witness." Explained Gretchen.
"Never mind that. Juries and witnesses will take the stand. Defendants stay in the benches. Now move!"
All the girls ran to their places, except Isabella and Cheyenne who were having a standoff. No one seemed to notice them, not even Mrs. Feyersied who was busy giving orders.
"Don't get cocky Garcia-Shapiro. Just because I'm on trial, it doesn't mean my words mean nothing. You're still gonna lose."
"Tsk! We'll see about that Bellamy. I swear to you, I'll get that title before my time is up. I swear to you, I can do it!"
Later that night,in Isabella's dark room, Pinky was at peace during his slumber. Sadly his bliss was disturbed by someone's sobbing. Pinky slowly awakened. He listened carefully (to) where it was coming from. When it became louder he was fully alert. It seemed to be coming from the bed. Pinky hopped up, to check on Isabella, he struggled a bit in the process thanks to his involuntary shaking. He saw Isabella sobbing into a pillow, her hair shone by the moonlight from the window; omit its curtains folded. Pinky looked at her with concern. He crawled under one of her arms so that he could touch her face. He began to lick his tears off of her left cheek. Isabella gasped in surprise.
"Oh… Hey… Pinky." She greeted while sobbing. "Come here."
She hugged him tightly. Pinky decided to lick the rest of her tears away.
"Thanks… buddy…" She sobbed. "It's just… I… don't know… If I'll… ever be…."
She wailed in despair.
"I can't do it… it's impossible."