“For the record I don’t appreciate you two being sneaky tricksters.”
“Did Wixson just call us sneaky tricksters? Please tell me she was talking to us,” Arizona said, pulling Freja over to the obviously angry Wixson.
“I found out that the entire show wasn’t going to blow up like the Speed bus if I stopped pretending to be a Grape-Orange tree,” Wixson said, angry.
“I’m sorry,” Arizona apologized, “for being such a sneaky trickster.”
As soon as Arizona finished her statement both Freja and Arizona collapsed on each other laughing.
“What are you laughing at F-R-E-J-A?” Wixson asked with an attempted edge in her voice, “You shouldn’t laugh because… because… this is you.”
Wixson takes a deep breath and then, in a mix of a Chinese and Jamacian accent she says, “Oh look at me! I am Freja. I look mean all the time. I think I’m a rock person. I think I’m an edgy rock star like…” Wixson paused and stood there, mouth agape, trying to think of a name of a rock star. The only music Wixson had in her collection were songs from icarly that she VHS taped off the TV, then held a tape player up to the speaker on her TV. “I’m Freja and I think I’m Billy Joel,” Wixson said in her strange Freja inspired accent, “I’m Freja and I like kissing other ladies in their personal zones.”
“Did Wixson just use the term personal zones?” Arizona asks and then holds on to Freja as she bursts into laughter again.
“Please stop, I think my spleen is going to burst,” Freja begged Wixson in between fits of laugher.
“Whatever Arizona. I’ll be you now,” Wixson said, then went into her next impression, “I’m Arizona, no one knows where I came from, but I’m named after a state where Wixson’s grandparents live and they smell weird and so many grandparents live in that state that probably smells like medicine and decomposition.”
Wixson was sad that she had been pranked by two sneaky tricksters, but Freja and Arizona’s infectious laugh eventually won her over and Wixson’s chubby cheeks cracked a smile.
****NOTE: This is a work of FICTION*****
