Beth texted down the street, with Emma hugging herself. "That was so... terrible..." the horror still on her face when she bit into the burger. "Come on, what will you eat at prom?" Beth smirked and /playfully /punchd her arm. "Uh- FOOD!" Emma looked disgusted. Beth rolled her eyes and typed- Hey girls! Come 2 my house at 7 4 the sleepover, I got /pretzels 'n' stuff. We gonna talk 'bout Prom- ...'n' stuff. She pressed 'Send' and hoped for reply's from her "Gal Pals".
This is my pony c:
How to sell old stuff-
Hey Ferb, isn't that Vanessa and Monty over there?