Retrotamagotchi
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"Datchi!" Kuchipatchi exclaimed. "Come to my lemonade party-datchi!" He handed me a yellow piece of paper.
"Lemonade party? Mm...sounds delicious," I said, studying the flyer.
"Yes! There will also be a special treat-datchi! But it's a secret-datchi!"
"Nice." But I suddenly thought of a certain cafeteria worker. "Wait, you invited Makiko, right?"
He shook his large green head. "No-datchi. She mean-datchi."
"Well..." I replied hesitantly.
"Please come-datchi," he said quickly.
"Oh, okay! I'll be there."
I went home and picked out a dress that was the color of the sun with orange flowers and matching shoes. I looked at the flyer. "1:30 p.m. today at Kuchipatchi's house," I read aloud. I peered at the clock. It was 11:30 (it was a Sunday so there was no school).
Two hours later, I found myself sipping fresh, ice-cold lemonade at the home of a major foodie. As I watched everybody talking to each other, I wondered if I should've invited Makiko. Sure she was mean, but nobody should be left out of a party...
"Datchi, datchi, datchi!" yelled Kuchipatchi. He entered the room carrying a large tray that held a brown rectangular cake of some sort. "I call this 'Beautiful Chocolate Cake'-datchi!" He set it down on a table. "Dig in-datchi!"
"Yay!" everyone cheered. They all huddled around it, each fingering a piece.
"It' so delectable," complimented Chamametchi.
"So decadent," cooed Memetchi.
"Can I have a second slice?" I asked.
"Of course-datchi!" Kuchipatchi responded.
"Thanks."
I stuck out and went to Makiko's house.
* * *
"I hope my friends don't find out about this." I took a deep breath and knocked.
"Who is it?" came a slightly agitated voice.
"It's me, Kotonarutchi!"
I heard a loud sigh. "Figures." There were footsteps and Makiko swung open the door. "What do you want?" she said rudely.
"Here." I shoved the extra cake slice into her stick-like hands.
Makiko's eyes widened. "For me?" She began to smile.
"Yep. Kuchipatchi made it. He showed it off at a party but didn't invite you."
She let out a barely audible gasp and her smile faded away. "Oh, he didn't, did he?"
Realizing what I had done, I hastily added, "I tried to change his mind."
"Oh, it doesn't matter." She closed the door.
"Lemonade party? Mm...sounds delicious," I said, studying the flyer.
"Yes! There will also be a special treat-datchi! But it's a secret-datchi!"
"Nice." But I suddenly thought of a certain cafeteria worker. "Wait, you invited Makiko, right?"
He shook his large green head. "No-datchi. She mean-datchi."
"Well..." I replied hesitantly.
"Please come-datchi," he said quickly.
"Oh, okay! I'll be there."
I went home and picked out a dress that was the color of the sun with orange flowers and matching shoes. I looked at the flyer. "1:30 p.m. today at Kuchipatchi's house," I read aloud. I peered at the clock. It was 11:30 (it was a Sunday so there was no school).
Two hours later, I found myself sipping fresh, ice-cold lemonade at the home of a major foodie. As I watched everybody talking to each other, I wondered if I should've invited Makiko. Sure she was mean, but nobody should be left out of a party...
"Datchi, datchi, datchi!" yelled Kuchipatchi. He entered the room carrying a large tray that held a brown rectangular cake of some sort. "I call this 'Beautiful Chocolate Cake'-datchi!" He set it down on a table. "Dig in-datchi!"
"Yay!" everyone cheered. They all huddled around it, each fingering a piece.
"It' so delectable," complimented Chamametchi.
"So decadent," cooed Memetchi.
"Can I have a second slice?" I asked.
"Of course-datchi!" Kuchipatchi responded.
"Thanks."
I stuck out and went to Makiko's house.
* * *
"I hope my friends don't find out about this." I took a deep breath and knocked.
"Who is it?" came a slightly agitated voice.
"It's me, Kotonarutchi!"
I heard a loud sigh. "Figures." There were footsteps and Makiko swung open the door. "What do you want?" she said rudely.
"Here." I shoved the extra cake slice into her stick-like hands.
Makiko's eyes widened. "For me?" She began to smile.
"Yep. Kuchipatchi made it. He showed it off at a party but didn't invite you."
She let out a barely audible gasp and her smile faded away. "Oh, he didn't, did he?"
Realizing what I had done, I hastily added, "I tried to change his mind."
"Oh, it doesn't matter." She closed the door.
