Unofficial Girl Quotes

Didn’t your mother tell you boys tease the girls they like?” “That only applies to children.” “All men are babies.” “Point taken.” Chloe and Stella- The Unofficial Zack Warren Fan Club

Bex gave me a wink, and for a second I thought about Zach. I know this probably makes me the worst unofficial girlfriend ever, but it was kind of nice not having him there. It felt good to be just us girls again. It was nice to have the chance to miss him

And do you know what a teacher said to us? "Now boys . . . you shouldn't be copying those girls. Come up with your ideas, okay?

Alice notices that Suzanne looks pale and weak, and that made her look “lovelier than the last time she saw her.” Note to teenage girls: get a serious illness.

I’ve never walked up to a girl and said balls.

79) Inspiration of Moaning Myrtle The idea of this character came from the frequently crying girls in the communal bathrooms Rowling would hear at parties and discos in her youth.

Conko like weddings,” said Conko happily. “Conko got cool dance moves, so Conko always get lots of kisses from girls.

They couldn’t be any different from each other. One is an evil megalomaniac, and the other is the nicest and sweetest girl on the whole planet.

Ana was the original sad girl. She held the unofficial title long before her death. We all became sad girls after that. At her funeral, everyone wore black because it was customary and because it was the color that best defined Ana.

Cantis: Aim this spell at someone and cause them to start singing uncontrollably. Avoid using on teenage girls unless you want to hear that Frozen song for the 11 billionth time. You just watch. In a few years that’s all they’re gonna be singing at karaoke night.

THE UNOFFICIAL AND UNWRITTEN (but you better follow them or you’re going to get beaten twice as hard) SPOKANE INDIAN RULES OF FISTICUFFS: 1. IF SOMEBODY INSULTS YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 2. IF YOU THINK SOMEBODY IS GOING TO INSULT YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 3. IF YOU THINK SOMEBODY IS THINKING ABOUT INSULTING YOU, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 4. IF SOMEBODY INSULTS ANY OF YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, OR IF YOU THINK THEY’RE GOING TO INSULT YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, OR IF YOU THINK THEY’RE THINKING ABOUT INSULTING YOUR FAMILY OR FRIENDS, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HIM. 5. YOU SHOULD NEVER FIGHT A GIRL, UNLESS SHE INSULTS YOU, YOUR FAMILY, OR YOUR FRIENDS, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT HER. 6. IF SOMEBODY BEATS UP YOUR FATHER OR YOUR MOTHER, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT THE SON AND/OR DAUGHTER OF THE PERSON WHO BEAT UP YOUR MOTHER OR FATHER. 7. IF YOUR MOTHER OR FATHER BEATS UP SOMEBODY, THEN THAT PERSON’S SON AND/OR DAUGHTER WILL FIGHT YOU. 8. YOU MUST ALWAYS PICK FIGHTS WITH THE SONS AND/OR DAUGHTERS OF ANY INDIANS WHO WORK FOR THE BUREA OF INDIAN AFFAIRS. 9. YOU MUST ALWAYS PICK FIGHTS WITH THE SONS AND/OR DAUGHTERS OF ANY WHITE PEOPLE WHO LIVE ANYWHERE ON THE RESERVATION. 10. IF YOU GET IN A FIGHT WITH SOMEBODY WHO IS SURE TO BEAT YOU UP, THEN YOU MUST THROW THE FIRST PUNCH, BECAUSE IT’S THE ONLY PUNCH YOU’LL EVER GET TO THROW. 11. IN ANY FIGHT, THE LOSER IS THE FIRST ONE WHO CRIES.

Hi there! I’m Kate! You must be a wandering trader. Can I play with your llamas?” She squeezed all her words out in one breath. Auggie was practically pushed back by the force of the girl. “Uh, yes? Sure. They are just llamas... I suppose you can-”  “YEEEE!!!” Kate screamed and ran back outside to play with the llamas.

The dust was starting to settle from all the horse galloping action.   Finally, I could see my rescuer a bit more clearly.   I got up slowly and limped over to the powerful warrior.   "W-who are you?" I asked weakly.   The warrior turned around and looked at me. He then took off his iron helmet and revealed a girl with beautiful green eyes.   "My name is Alex."  

The money was rolling in. I wanted to make smart decisions with it so I went out with a realtor for one day, and found a pad in Laurel Canyon and bought it. Pretty soon, Graham unofficially moved in. We spent that spring and summer just the two of us together. We’d grill on the patio for dinner and go see shows every night and sleep late in the mornings. GRAHAM: Karen and I spent whole weekends high as shit, rich as hell, playing songs together, and not telling anybody where we were or what we were up to. It was our little secret. I didn’t even tell Billy. People say that life keeps moving, but they don’t mention that it does stop sometimes, just for you. Just for you and your girl. The world stops spinning and just lets you two lie there. Feels like it, anyway. Sometimes. If you’re lucky. Call me a romantic if you have to. Worse things to be.

Someone behind me coughed. Then Max stepped forward and said: "Um . . . sir? If I may ask . . . what is your . . . Combat score? Sir." Razberry snickered again. "Seven," the elder said proudly. "Yes, sonny boy, I've smashed a few zombies in my time. I once beat a zombie upon the head with a stick. Rest assured, I'll teach you all you need to know!" "I'm sure," Max said. "Did that zombie die?" asked a girl. "Well, no," said Urf. "But it became very, very angry." Someone groaned. There were a few more snickers.

Trixie slept through Jason Underhill's unofficial interrogation in the lobby of the hockey rink and the moment shortly thereafter when he was officially taken into custody. She slept while the secretary at the police department took her lunch break and called her husband on the phone to tell him who'd been booked not ten minutes before. She slept as that man told his coworkers at the paper mill that Bethel might not win the Maine State hockey championship after all, and why. She was still sleeping when one of the millworkers had a beer on the way home that night with his brother, a reporter for the Augusta Tribune, who made a few phone calls and found out that a warrant had indeed been sworn out that morning, charging a minor with gross sexual assault. She slept while the reporter phoned the Bethel PD pretending to be the father of a girl who'd been in earlier that day to give a statement, asking if he'd left a hat behind. "No, Mr. Stone," the secretary had said, "but I'll call you if it turns up.

Whoa, whoa, calm down, everyone!” I said. “Lemme try to talk to them and see what’s up?” “What’s up? Don’t you see what’s up?” said Devlin. “They’re about to fire on us!” “But they haven’t yet. Just chill and let me salvage this.” I stepped out in front of Devlin’s shield. “I said do not take one step further!” yelled the announcer. “Hey, hey, remember me?” I said. “It’s Steve.” “You! What’s the meaning of this?!” “Of what?” “This army! Why did you bring an army to our doorstep?!” yelled the announcer. “Uh, I’m here on business. Is the Skeleton King in? Can I speak to him?” I asked. “I speak for our king! Now tell me what’s the meaning of this army?! Is it war you want?!” “What?! No, no, not at all! I’m telling you, we’re here on business!” “What kind of business?! The hostile takeover business?!” “No, no, you got it all wrong!” “We were kind to your people. We took you in and this is how you repay us? With a hostile takeover?!” “No! I’m serious! We’re not here to overthrow you!” “Why else would you bring such a huge army?!” “They’re here for another fight!” “Yeah, right! You mean the fight that’s going to start right after we let you past our walls?!” “What?! No!” Then the announcer turned around and said, “Bring out the golem!” “The golem? Is he talking about Bob?” I said to Devlin. “Probably,” replied the paladin. Then Alex came up to me. “Steve, you need to deescalate this situation quickly before it gets out of hand.” I nodded. “You’re right, yeah.” Some skeleton guards brought out Bob to the front of the wall. He was all chained up. “Bob!” I yelled at the sight of my friend in bindings. “Steve! What’s going on?!” said Bob. “They think we’re here to fight them,” I said. “Now tell us the truth or we’ll beat this golem!” said the announcer. Bob chuckled. “Beat me? It’s not like you guys could hurt me.” “Bob, be quiet!” I yelled. “You’re not helping. Just let me deal with them.” “Quit your stalling and start explaining!” yelled the announcer.  “Dude! We’re not here to fight. We’re not here to take over your home. I’m telling you the truth! This is a huge misunderstanding,” I explained.  “Bring out the girl!” yelled the announcer. “The girl? Is he talking about Emily?” I said softly. “She’ll make him speak the truth!” Some skeleton guards dragged out Emily. She was kicking and screaming all over the place. Her arms were also tied behind her back like Bob’s. “Unhand me, you stupid skeletons!” yelled Emily. “Emily!” I yelled. “Steve!” “Let her go!” “Tell me the truth, or else she’s going to get it!” yelled the announcer as he drew out a stone sword and pointed it at Emily’s throat.

think it had something to do with a Creeper accidentally walking into the girl’s bathroom.

Two Skeleton girls were fighting over a Skeleton boy. Then the Skeleton boy called the police. The Skeleton boy said, ‘Hey there are two Skeleton girls here fighting over me.’ The Policeman asked him, ‘So. . .what’s the problem?’ The Skeleton boy says, ‘The ugly one is winning.

Boys are not allowed in the girls’ dormitories at Hogwarts. If boys try to get in, the stairs turn into a long, smooth stone slide.

Now the unified meeting of fists and open hands, which has become the unofficial dance move to accompany “Knuck If You Buck,” will likely become part of our ancestral muscle memory.

You’re obviously infatuated with the girl.” “Infatuated? I don’t even know what that means. Does it have something to do with being fat? Because if it does—

But nobody in North Korea could live on their wages alone. In 2002, an average worker’s salary was about 2,400 won per month, worth about $2 at the unofficial exchange rate.

Yeah, I won’t let you down,” said the other girl, who was named Jackie. Jack smiled at Jackie as well. Jackie blushed.

We need to stick together and work as a team—” “—SO YOU CAN ALL EAT ME TOGETHER!” Chuck squawked. “I KNEW IT! YOU ROTTER! YOU DEVIOUS EVIL GIRL! I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WANTED TO EAT ME FROM THE VERY MOMENT YOU LAID EYES ON MY SCRUMPTIOUS JUICY RUMP! YOU’VE JUST BEEN WAITING FOR THE PERFECT MOMENT! WELL, NOW YOU’VE GOT IT, YOU HORRIBLE HAG! WHY, I WOULDN’T BE SURPRISED IF SOMEHOW YOU KNEW WE WOULD GET LOCKED IN THE DUNGEONS, AND YOU CAME HERE ANYWAY, ALL WITH FOR THE EXPRESS PURPOSE OF EATING ME!!

Ida? Isn’t Ida a girl’s name?

I have no idea. I’ve never walked up to a girl and said balls.

Girls 10 and Older’ world they played in. No boys were allowed, especially brothers.  With visions of an epic horse ranch dancing in her head, she completely forgot to reel the line in, and the bobber stopped moving. “What?” she asked as she realized what she had done. “Oh rats!” Now she would have to wait again.  “What’s wrong?” a voice asked behind her and Kate jumped so high she almost fell in the water.  Dad chuckled; he had always liked to startle the kids. It was fun to watch them jump. Kate windmilled her arms to keep from falling in the water and nearly lost her fishing pole in the process. “Don’t DO that!” she yelled at him.  “Ahem,” Dad said and raised an eyebrow at her. Kate blushed.  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. You startled me and I almost fell in the water and lost my pole!”  “What made you upset? I mean, before I did.”  “Oh it’s nothing, I just missed my first catch.

I won’t ask again,” said Marie. “Come here, girl. Now.

I da boss!” “Ida? Isn’t Ida a girl’s name?

Alright, that’s it, everyone! Thank you for all the submissions. They were all so great and creative. Wow, I’m still blown away when I look at them. Round of applause for all involved. Great job, boys and girls. I’m proud of you all. If I had more space on my refrigerator, I’d print them all out and pin them up. :o)  The next and final section of this book is my message to you all. Check it out. It explains why book 45 was so late and what to expect for the upcoming series. I purposely hid it in the back because I thought I might reveal some spoilers. Anyway, here we go. 12/16/19 5:57 a.m.

This plan is still tentative. But I’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Months, even. After I publish this book today, I’m gonna reach out to the Amazon program to ask them questions about it, because I’m not sure how it works exactly. I think it’s like a lottery drawing where you have to enter your email or something. I’m not sure. Ideally, I’d like to have a web link that I could place inside the book randomly. Those who find it and are interested in signing up for the promotion can click on it and enter the monthly drawing. From there, it’d restart every month, I guess. Or it’d restart every few months? I don’t know. I still have a lot to figure out. Plus, I don’t even know if it works like that. Alright, time to wrap this up. There’s still work to do. But before I go, I just wanted to take the time to thank you all. Thank you for helping me get to book 45. We did it! We finished the series! Well, kinda. :oP Thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for you boys and girls. I love making these books, and I love my job because of your tremendous support. I realize that I’m not the best writer/storyteller, and that I make typos and grammar errors and such, but thank you for giving me the time to learn and grow. I’ve only just gotten started in this field, and I have a whole lot to learn. But with enough time and dedication and your support, I’m sure I will grow up to reach my full potential. So, thank you once again, and happy holidays, fam. I love you all.

mind raced and her gut churned. She was on the verge of crying out of rage and sadness, when a big, fuzzy arm picked her up and she screamed. Panda pulled her close, holding the girl in a loving hug and Ellie sank into the embrace when she realized who it was. She finally let out her tears and cried for a long time, until she caught her breath and the panda set her down.

Ash caught another Pokemon.  We got into our first battle last tuesday and every since that we have been pretty on edge. Every other trainer that we have run into has been nice. Most of them are around Ash's age and I have met a few new Pokemon. One of our favorites was this girl and her Togepi. I think her name is name was Misty? Ash seemed to like her a lot. I hope we run into her again. 

SUBJECT: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ... How about making sure that you won't burn down the grounds in the process?! How about ASKING your neighbors if they'll mind having five hundred students in their streets until three in the morning? I know damn well that this was not a "team" idea and whenever KYLE and GRAYSON want to own up to this shit, I'll reduce the extra five daily miles you all now owe me, to three miles. I'm waiting. --Coach Whitten __________________________ SUBJECT: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ... It was me, Coach. Grayson had nothing to do with it this time. He didn't even show up. Speaking of which-- Dude, where were you? I fucked like three girls from the bonfire. You probably could've hooked up with at least five. I don't think I'll need another blowjob for a month after how amazing these were. PS--Are you back at our apartment yet? I need to tell you these stories in person when Coach isn't acting like this shit is a big deal. --Kyle ___________________________ SUBJECT: RE RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ... Kyle, Meet me in my office at the complex NOW. --Coach Whitten _____________________ SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ... I meant to send that last part to just Grayson. Not to you, Coach. Can I come in a few hours? I mean, now that you've read what I said, surely you understand how exhausted I am. Three girls, Coach, THREE. --Kyle ________________________________ SUBJECT: RE: RE: RE: RE: NEXT TIME You Jackasses Throw an 'Unofficial' Bonfire ... Right. Fucking. NOW. --Coach Whitten

The Girl's Bathroom

It took us over an hour to build that thing. I know what you’re probably thinking. That maybe our mushroom castle looks a little sloppy. We’re not master builders yet, okay? Do you know how hard it is to line up eight giant mushrooms into the shape of a castle? Super hard. Probably on the same level of difficulty as mining obsidian with your fists. And do you know what a teacher said to us? “Now boys . . . you shouldn’t be copying those girls. Come up with your own ideas, okay?

Until a few years previously, the Party had still seriously been thinking of abolishing money. When the system actually worked, money was only needed as pocket money, or for the beauty parlour. But most of the time, the communist central planning system was so inefficient that it frequently broke down, rations dwindled or disappeared through theft, and people relied more and more on bribery or on unofficial markets for their essentials – for which cash, and often hard foreign currency, not the Korean won, was required.

Q.  What do Harry Potter and Charlie Brown have in common? A.  They’re both in love with the little girl with red hair.

Ida? Isn’t Ida a girl’s name?” I laughed some more.   His eyebrows came down to an even sharper angle. RAAAWWRRRR!!! He jumped up and started chasing me. I turned away and started running. “What? You mad, bro?” BOOM!!! BOOOM!! Alright! It is working. I got him to chase me. Now, to lead him down to the Slime Ender traps, I thought to myself.  I ran and I ran. I was a bit nervous because I wasn’t sure if the plan would work or not. As I ran, I thought of Cindy and I started feeling bad. In my distracted state of mind, I didn’t see a rock on the ground and I tripped over it. “Ooooof! Ugh…where did that rock come from?

To Dave’s amazement, Alex shoved the entire cake into her mouth. Her cheeks were so stuffed full of cake that her head was about twice as wide as it usually was. Then, with a large gulp, she swallowed the cake down whole. She opened her mouth to show everyone that the cake was gone. “We have a winner!” The cowman hosting the competition shouted. Everyone in the inn let out an enormous cheer. The elderly cowman dropped the remainder of his cake on the table, admitting defeat. “Well done, dear girl!” Porkins said to Alex.

Uggggh …” groaned Alex, clutching her stomach. She had one more cake left in her pile, but her opponent had one more cake in his pile as well, and he’d already started to eat it. Alex’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head, and her skin was even paler than usual. “Alex, you can give up if you want to,” said Dave. “Don’t make yourself sick.” “Yes, we won’t think any less of you, dear girl,” said Porkins. “I’ll think less of you,” said Carl. “Carl!” said Dave. “What?” said Carl, shrugging. “I’m only being honest.” The elderly cowman was halfway through his last cake, and Alex hadn’t even started hers. It’s all over, thought Dave. There’s no way that Alex can catch up. Alex looked like she was going to pass out at any moment, but then, finding strength from somewhere, she picked up her final cake and opened her mouth wide. FLOOOONCH!!!!!! To Dave’s amazement, Alex shoved the entire cake into her mouth. Her cheeks were so stuffed full of cake that her head was about twice as wide as it usually was. Then, with a large gulp, she swallowed the cake down whole. She opened her mouth to show everyone that the cake was gone. “We have a winner!” The cowman hosting the competition shouted. Everyone in the inn let out an enormous cheer. The elderly cowman dropped the remainder of his cake on the table, admitting defeat. “Well done, dear girl!” Porkins said to Alex. “Yeah, well done, Alex,” said Carl. “If ever I need someone to eat a big pile of cakes, you’ll be the first person I ask.” “I still think this whole competition was completely foolish,” said Spidroth. “Nevertheless, Alex, I congratulate you on your victory. Like a true warrior, you bested all your opponents, showing them no mercy.” “Uggghh …” groaned Alex. Then she fainted, her face hitting the table. “Alex!” yelled Dave, rushing over to her. “Is anyone here a healer?” “I am,” said a cowman with grey fur, rushing over. “What’s wrong with her, Doctor?” asked Porkins. “My diagnosis is that she’s eaten too many cakes,” said the cowman healer, lifting Alex’s head. “I could have told you that,” said Carl, rolling his eyes. “What should we do with her?” asked Dave. “I think a good night’s rest should do the trick,” said the healer. “Are you sure you’re a healer?” said Carl. “None of this advice seems very professional.

Very quickly, every single child in the village was screaming in terror. Their parents gripped them into tight hugs, tried to reassure them—but every few seconds, another child shouted another terrifying question like, “What does it feel like to be stabbed?” or “Does it hurt to bleed to death?” or “Will they cut us into bits?” and the whole chaotic rabble got even worse. “Hold on, guys!” Alex cried. “Would you just—” “What if their swords are rusty? Does that mean it’ll hurt even more?” cried one child. “Can you please just—” Alex tried again. “Is it true that dying feels like it takes a hundred years, and every single one of those years is more painful than the last?” shrieked another kid. “Everyone, would you just—” “Are they going to eat our faces while we’re dying!?” screeched a terrified little girl.

We are pretty amazing, that’s true,” said Carl. “And just like true warriors, we don’t want any reward — apart from all the potatoes you can spare.” “What’s a potato?” asked a cow girl. Carl sighed. “I hate this continent.

I squealed like a girl.

Then let the J-Meister give you one,” said Jean-Cowphio. “Let’s see, how about… The Three Dudes!” “I’m not a ‘dude’,” said Spidroth, giving Jean-Cowphio an angry look. “Hey gorgeous, girls can be dudes too,” said Jean-Cowphio. “Being a dude is a state of mind. But ok, if you don’t like that one, how about, The Battle Dudes!

You did,” said Brian. “You encouraged us to fight … because you sent your pig out to get some iron golems and bring them back here while we were fighting so that Billy would nearly get killed and I would corral everyone to save him, and because of that we would make up and realise the value of family and teamwork!” Steve paused. “Um.” Alex said, “What?” “That’s what he did!” cried Brian happily. “Isn’t it!” Billy gasped. “AND ORANGE-HAIR GIRL KNOW ABOUT IT TOO! ORANGE-HAIR GIRL HELP BILLY SEE THAT BONE BROTHERS SHOULD FIGHT TOGETHER AGAIN! BECAUSE ORANGE-HAIR GIRL KNOW DIRTY PIG GOING TO COME WITH BIG METAL MACHINE-MEN!” Now Alex said, “Um.” “That,” said Steve, “is exactly what happened. You’ve got us! That was our plan all along. We just goaded you into fighting so that all this stuff with the iron golems would happen and you would become friends again.” Brian jumped up and down. “I knew it!!” Billy grinned. “YOU CLEVER, BRIAN. AND YOU BOTH CLEVER, ORANGE-HAIR GIRL AND STUPID SMILE BOY.” “Thank you,” said Steve. Then: “Wait. ‘Stupid smile boy’?” “You’re very welcome,” said Alex. “As thanks for our, err, brilliant planning … what do the two of you think about untying us?” Brian and Billy looked at her. They looked at Steve. They looked at Porker. And then: “BWA HA HA HA HA!” “Ha hah! What a silly suggestion!” “ORANGE-HAIR GIRL THINK THEM DESERVE BE UNTIED!” “What madness! Why would we ever do that? Eh, Billy?” “HA HA! YES, WHY? THEM ONLY REPAIR OUR BOND AND BRING FAMILY TOGETHER AGAIN! DO THEM THINK THAT REALLY DESERVE THEM BE UNTIED?” “Hee-hee, yes! E-exactly,” said Brian, laughter abruptly petering out. Then Billy stopped too. “BWA HA … HA.” They frowned. They looked at each other. They looked back at Alex. They looked at Steve. They looked at Porker. (Again.) “Maybe we should free them,” said Brian quietly. “THEM DO GOOD THING FOR US,” said Billy. “IT ONLY FAIR.

It’s a lovely day, and I’m by a lake with a girl I really like, Dave thought to himself. In normal circumstances, this would be a great day – if the girl didn’t hate me and I wasn’t being attacked by killer robot potatoes.

You! How?!”   “I’m just too slick, puny,” I replied and laughed.   “I not puny!” he yelled. “I da boss!”   “Ida? Isn’t Ida a girl’s name?” I laughed some more. 

I’ve been your friend for a long time,” he said, “and you’re the coolest girl I know. Actually, that’s not true. You’re the coolest person I know. You’re cooler than all the girls and the boys, and you’re way cooler than me. Right now I should be the one crying. But I should actually be dead right now, and you saved my life. You’re a hero, Stevi. And it’s okay to give up sometimes or doubt yourself. I give up everyday and I doubt myself all the time. But being your friend for the past couple months has been helping me. And today, Stevi, you showed me that you are a leader. And it’s not because you’re a tomboy or because of your name and it’s not because you’re a girl. It’s because you’re Stevi and you’re really cool.

The girl just ignored me, and this little punk,

Hi, I’m Molly Sparklton,” said the girl

Yeah. . .I think I have a crush on a girl.

Earth to Ashton.” Kayla’s voice broke into my thoughts. I jerked my head up and stared directly at her. She seemed to be waiting on me to reply. “Um, I didn’t hear you, sorry,” I said, feeling the blush creep up my neck. She giggled and twirled a long red curl around her finger. “I asked you if you wanted to be one of the spirit girls. Maybe this year our quarterback will actually accept a spirit girl if he gets to choose you.” Spirit girls were girls the cheerleaders added to their numbers so every football player would have a girl to make him goodies on game day. Off the record, spirit girls also happened to help their players with their homework, order pizzas to be delivered to the school for their lunches, and do some unofficial things like back massages and other “hands-on” activities. The starters always picked their spirit girl first, then the rest of the players’ names went into a hat and the spirit girls drew them. “Um, yes, of course,” I replied. Sawyer chuckled. “Then Ash is mine.

I’m not a girl or anything.

The thirty-four girls now paused at the door and sang “Hail Columbia,” at the time widely considered to be America’s unofficial national anthem.

he had died down when Vulpix fell asleep thawing that girl from her glacier. Even he wasn’t that stupid to fight in a cave in a blizzard of all places. And no matter who wins in that fight, they both lose either way. Slowly he returned to his comfortable position by the fireplace trying to show a sign of truce.

a typical girl drinks Starbucks everyday.