Blueberry Inflation Comic Novels & Stories

The way he didn’t flinch when he looked at me. Most people, when they talk to me, look through me. But Blue? He looked at me. Claire dropped her tray beside mine in the cafeteria and leaned in like she had a secret. “So, rumor has it, Blue was expelled from his last school.” I blinked. “Expelled?” “Yeah. Some fight. Broke a kid’s nose. They say it was over a guy.” My heart stuttered. “A guy?” “Mhm.” Claire chewed on a fry. “You know what that means.”

Blue What is going on? Here I was expecting some yelling or fighting but got hysterical laughter instead. Are they all high? Well, probably not Iris, but she looks a little confused as well. Same girl, same. “What is so funny?” I yell. They all slowly calm down and it’s Rhea who speaks next. “Blue, I know that this may seem strange, but we’re happy.” Say what now? “What do you mean? You guys would be getting nothing!” I remind them as if it weren’t clear.

Jeremy smirks, munching on his fries. Blue rolls her eyes. I chuckle, shaking my head. "Crazy," I mutter. "Come on, she's going to look like Lolita once again!" Jack jokes, joined by Jeremy and Joshua soon. I cannot help but smile. Does not matter what others think. Blue looks pretty in that wear. "And I won't pull away if I find some Humburt there!" And she earns applause for her answer. I am also clapping for her, cheering her up, "Whoaa!"

Jazzy replied “I’d say I had been here long enough to hear the most amount of bullshit I had ever heard in my life and that’s because that is exactly how it happened.” Ebony replied Frankie, Raph and Jazzy just start laughing extremely hard as Billy just goes as red as a tomato.

But it should do. "Uh, uh." The bastard said, giving me back my money. "This would get you only two wraps." My eyes widened. I wanted to yell at him. But instead, I took a deep breath and asked, "How? It wasn't this expensive last time." He shook his head as if he was pitying me. "Sorry, baby. Inflation." He raised his hands in the air. "But this is all I have," I said. God, this lunatic has no idea how hard it was to steal this stash of cash from Dad's study. He has no idea how hard it is for me. He thinks because of the name Vale, I have money sitting in my bathtub.

Get with the program. Bluey: I literally don't know what the other ones do. That one looked like it was laughing. Is it not? 🫠 Me: That one is melting, you caveman. Stop trying to flirt with emojis, it’s painful to watch. Bluey: Whatever. You're mean. Dinner tomorrow? 🍔 Me: I'm not going to dinner with you. Bluey: Come on. I promise no fights, no drama, and no Vipers. Just food. Please? 🥺

Now he smells three times worse, “You only lost some vegetables.” “And my favorite beers and my yogurt, which costs fifty dollars,” I complain, clenching my hands into fists. It’s what has hurt me the most about the super-inflation, I can’t even enjoy fucking yogurt. Lion’s mouth falls open as if he can’t believe a simple thing costs that much, “It’s all those werewolves’ fault… and why the hell are they chasing you so much, by the way? They said you stole something.” Lion rolls his eyes.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

She stared straight back into her plate. "I knew the pair of you would still be eating," Quickly, Blue came to realize one thing was worse than facing Marian before twelve; Bradley Pierce. The name was often misleading. It was the name of a party-boy or the thirty-eight-year-old leader of a college fraternity with time spent so often getting wasted he was balls deep in student debt from all the times he'd had to repeat the course. It was strange, never had Blue met a man who was such a perfect image of Toby Flenderson in all regards.

and trust me when I say Bennett has been very thorough. "Is that a blueberry muffin?" he asks, his finger touching the clear glass at the back of my display counter. The blueberry sold out during the morning rush. "No, it's bran." He pulls his fingers away like the muffin burned him. "No wonder you have so many left." I crinkle my nose at his comment, even though he has a point. For a town full of old people, they do not care about getting their daily fiber intake. "I'm out of blueberry. They sell fast every morning." In fact, so well tomorrow's plan is to scrap the bran muffins and make extra blueberry.