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The adventures of Tori Anne and Golda Cristine

Thursday~ The long wasp-yellow bus dropped them off at the top of Manchester. They started walking home, talking about the first week of their Junior year. But all Tori could think about was the water flowing rapidly down the hill in the gutter. It looked so fresh and cool and clean!
"Wait!" Tori said as she got on her knees, leaned forward and prepared to slurp up some water off the ground.
At this point, although not too surprised at her friend's strange behavior, Golda wondered if she knew other people could see her. But Tori did what she wanted, she was who she was, and right now she wanted that water.
After a few good gulps she got up and they laughed. Golda cupped a tiny bit in her hand and drank some. It was really good, and only a little bit gritty.
That night, after ballet Golda got asked to Homecoming. And then Tori did, and then Maddy did! On the same night! Golda still couldn't find her English book so she went over and borrowed Maddy's and Tori and them talked about the dance and how Tori, despite the perhaps not-so-clean-water, was still alive.
Friday~ After school, Dance Company, and ballet Maddy and Tori picked Golda up to go dress shopping. They got all the way there, and then it was closed! So instead, Tori and Golda finished their Precalc homework and Golda introduced Tori to the wonderfulness of Russian cream, then Tori drove them to Yogotogo. Well she drove them to Smith's first to get gas. It was Tori's first time filling up and she didn't squeeze the handle-button-thing hard enough.
"My dad told me how to do this but I wasn't paying attention!" Tori said, panicking.
Eventually they figured it out and got to Yogotogo. Tori was one cent short and Golda left her wallet in the car. Tori went and got it and everything was fine.
And then they decided to do some chalk art at the Elementary school. While they were there, some kids started walking towards them. It was a guy from their ward and his girlfriend who had just had a baby. They were both High School Seniors.
All Tori said was, "I don't know how to get out of zip-ties, so if they kidnap us..."
But they did not kidnap us, the guy just asked if he could draw something!
Golda and Tori learned not to ever judge again, and they had a safe, funny rest of the night.




Top Secret!
Inside jokes:
 So I drank from the durdle
Was he high?
Is it 85, 87, or 91??
To Thine Be!


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