Novel & Cerita Jessica Gordon Captain Underpants

I placed my hand on my mouth, as I tried to sue down my laughing, but it only got tripled. I mean, Jessica is wearing a maid outfit that is five times her size, and it literally swallows her up. "Okay, I'm done." I held out my hand. I wasn't. "Ha! Ha! You can't... can't blame... blame me though. Have you seen yourself in the mirror, you look nothing like princess Jessica." I uttered, my laughter already dying a little bit. "I am wearing it, of course I have seen myself!" She exclaimed, "just take me to the toilet already, I want to get this day over with already." She fumed, walking ahead of me.

Tatia “Gurl! It’s the third date! You know what that means!” my best friend, Jessica, said. She pulled me into Victoria’s Secret and skipped to the skimpiest bras and panties that she could find in the entire store. I groaned under my breath, my cheeks flaming, and followed her. “Jess, please don’t. Nothing is going to happen.” But instead of listening to my pleas, she ignored me and kept searching through the underwear for my size. “My girl is finally gonna have sex! She isn’t gonna be no virgin after tonight!”

The dark red wine splashed forward, drenching the front of Emma's green dress in a massive, ugly stain. The ballroom fell into a stunned hush. Allison instantly covered her mouth, her eyes wide with a perfectly staged look of horror. "Oh my God, Emma, I am so, so sorry! My heel slipped. Don't embarrass me now," she added in a lethal, razor-thin whisper that only Emma could hear. "Go upstairs." Nobody offered Emma a jacket. Nobody told Allison to apologize. Someone in the back actually chuckled. Emma turned and ran. She fled up the grand staircase, bursting into the privacy of her bedroom bathroom and slamming the door shut, locking it with trembling hands.

Daisy, as if the entire novel weren’t a slow-motion warning about mistaking obsession for love when Priya dropped an iPad on top of her homework with the reverence of someone delivering a subpoena. “You need to see this.” “I need to finish grading these or Professor Alden’s going to make me retake comp myself.” “Bella. Look.” She looked. It was a video some hockey player, dark hair, broad shoulders, absolutely leveling another player into the boards while the crowd screamed. The caption read: NORTHRIDGE CAPTAIN LUCA DE SANTIS GOES VIRAL FOR ALL THE WRONG REASONS. “Okay,” Isabella said slowly. “And I care about this because…?”

Jessica rolled her eyes and her nostrils flared. "Did you guys smell it?" She asked the minions around her. "The smell of horse shit." A girl teased me. Other girls giggled. "No, it's the smell of poverty," Jessica snarled. "Shut up, slut!" Jackie warned. "Beat it before I step on your stupid face." Leah pulled Jackie's arm and said, "Jackie, save it. We've got work to do. Let's just walk away." Work? I frowned. Did someone ask them to buy me stuff?