Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 23: Wait, I have school today?

"Oh no..." Kylie said as I jumped off my bed on to hers.

"Please help me! Help me, help me, help, help me!" I exclaimed.

"No!" She said and got off her bed.

"He ripped!" I said, eyes teary.

"It's your fault for not being careful, stupid." Kylie told me, growling a little bit.

I frowned.

Mr. Pattyface ripped... I shouldn't have have left him with my toys.

"Hey, don't cry. It's just a plush toy, just buy a new one." Kylie tild me.

I huffed in frustration.

This can't be happening, right? That was the last thing Travis gave me.

I sighed, "I'll just sew it up."

"Do you know how to?" Kylie asked.

I shrugged, "How hard can it be?"

"You don't know, do you?" She accused.

"Yup, do you?" I asked her.

"Nope. Anyone in the gang know how to?" She asked.

"Nah. We're gangsters Kyles, not torturers." I said, smirking a little.

"What does that have to do with sewing?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.

"Torturers sew mouths of their victims." I informed her.

"What the heck." Kylie said and gagged a little.

"Ew, don't imagine it!" I scolded her.

"I can't stop imagining it." She said and rushed to the bathroom.

Well, that was unexpected.

I went over to Mr. Pattyface and examined him.

"Poor you. Sorry for leaving you with my knives, now you have a wound at the side." I said and giggled.

Oh gosh, I'm crazy.

I took a sewing kit from my drawer— I never use it, stop giving me that look.

What was that? Why do I have it when I don't use it? Simple, it's colorful.

I took a needle and yellow thread- since Mr. Pattyfsce's body is made out of fries.

I suddenly had a flash of when my mother would sew clothes for my dolls while Travis and I play-

... play tag.

I sighed, "I thought I said I would forget about that." I blinked, "I just used three I's in one sentence."

I started to sew, trying my best.

"I guess this is okay?" I said when I finished.

It was good, I managed to repair it. I think.

The rip was gone so...

"Hey, I'm done." Kylie suddenly went out of the bathroom, wearing different clothes and her hair soaked.

"Were there extra clothes in the bathroom?" I said with a giggle, "Or did you use used clothes?

"'Use used'?" She asked, tilting her head to the side, "And there were extra clothes."

I giggled and showed her Mr. Pattyface, "Ta-da!"

"And you said you didn't know how to sew." She said with a smile.

I giggled and hugged Mr. Pattyface close to my chest.