Moxie Girlz Cartoon Novels & Stories

A small kid given a cup of ice cream replaced it. Her lips spread towards her ears and her eyes gleamed. If one hadn't known better, they wouldn't have recognized the dead eyes that they first saw as the same girl's eyes. That's how much alive it was right at that moment. The sky turned orange... quickly the girl opened her backpack. Out came a camera... a huge one. The girl started clicking shots of the sky and that of the city as it came awake. Everything had a touch of orange and brought color to the whole city.

Biting the tip of her lip, Bonnie begrudged by turned around and cleaned the chalkboard that Elizabeth wrote on. “I’ll say this. You might know how to start a fight, Ms. Jones. But by the looks of those bruises on your wrist, you don’t know how to finish them.” “Maybe she should keep her hands off of other people’s things.” Moxy sassed her. “Come on. You know that isn’t cool.” Said Jerome Carlton, a seventeen-year-old dark skin student uttered as he turned to her. “Neither is this.” Moxy polled out an apple and threw it at Bonnie’s head.

She wore a black sleeveless shirt with the picture of a grey skull on it saying; Fuck on. She looked deadly. She had her eyes on Angela. Angela was whimpering and gulping every second. The girl’s dark brown eyes pierced into her like a knife. “That’s Louisa,” Josh said pointing at the Mohawk girl. The next girl among the group looked normal except for the number of decorations she had on her body. They were too many. There were tattoos of monkeys, broken hearts, jungles, skeletons, and many more crazy things on her. She was playing with a blade. It was sharp and dangerous but she handled it like a pro.

“Glad to see you joining us.” “Not willingly.” I say this through gritted teeth. Gabrielle ignores my side comment and gestures to a girl on a wheel chair that he was talking to. “This is Blossom. Blossom, this is Felisha. She’s a model.” Blossom and the rest of the kids surrounding her turn to me with wondrous gazes. I give them all perplexed gazes until Xander explains why they were looking at me in such a way. “Blossom and Reina want to be models when they grow up. Maybe you can go and give them a few pointers.”

They consist of one teenage girl who is perhaps fifteen or sixteen years old, and three young men. "Mr. Maxwell, I really admire your work," whispered the teenage girl as she was next to Leon. Leon turned to look at him. The red-haired teenage girl with white skin full of freckles smiled. "What is your name?" asked Leon. "Just call me Fox," she replied. "Then just call me Leon. Nice to meet you, Fox," said Leon. This girl was not like a bad person and Leon was sure that later he could ask this little girl for help.

“We were warned when we first got here by another student. Maybe we should warn her too.” “Warn me about who?” I asked, staring around at their worried faces. “Moxie Revera. She’s the only fox shifter at this school,” Penny answered. “Fox shifters are extremely rare. We’ve been told to stay clear of her. She’s basically the queen bee and nobody messes with her. A girl was showing us around school when we first got here and that was one of the first things she said.” “Noted,” I said, trying to hide the nerves that surfaced in my belly. “Did you all know each other before you arrived?”

Afterwards, the three mean girls in front of Zoey laughed altogether, in full synchronization. Zoey sighed because even though the three girls looked so pretty dazzling compared to her, with an awful lot of colorful pins and scrunchies over their heads, they still can't outsmart her when it comes to academics. She might not be the smartest, but she can still excel in her own way because she likes reading a lot and she likes reading their lessons in advance.

Before I came with a smart replay, as to why I don't apply makeup, I heard the loud and unmistakable voice of Penelope, who when our gaze came upon her, looks like a kid who found a lollipop. “Cassi!” Penelope came running towards us and engulfed me in a huge hug, which I returned because I needed it. "You look so good,” she said, smiling widely and revealing her white straight teeth. She always says good things like that to everyone. Penelope is a nerd, that's what comes to mind whenever I see her. She loves books - Too much. She is short 5’2, with ginger curls, freckles, green eyes, glasses, and she tops it all off with clothes that old house wives would wear. I don't think they would eve

I won’t back down from this fight. Mom says nothing. She just watches us from the door with a shocked look on her face. I hear a door creak open. It’s the kitchen door, I’m sure. Constance. We must have woken her up from her sleep. How loud were we? I don’t know. Right now, it feels like I wasn’t loud enough. “Girls,” mom finally says. “This has gone too far.”

Once we got there, they ambushed us and barely made it out alive. “We hacked into one of the Fawson’s cameras, but could only get sound.” Wilson pulled out an iPad and hit play. It started all distorted and then someone started talking. "We just have to deal with some work problems in Paris." There was a pause of silence and someone else spoke up, “Guys, please, it’s for Thea. She’s having a really hard time getting ready to move to San Francisco for her Marine Biology job.” This girl sounded younger than the women who spoke before her.