Ok, so I had to write a short story in English class using as many movie titles from a list as I could. I wrote this as I went, and I think it came out really well. Hope you like it!
6 days and 7 nights ago, Harry Potter and I were at the mall. We walked into Aeropostale so that I could get some cute clothes for My Best Friend’s Wedding in Philadelphia.
“Elizabeth, why are they getting married in Philadelphia if we all live in Oklahoma? Doesn’t that sound a little, I don’t know, ODD to you,” Harry asked me.
“Kate and Leopold are...Old School. The Ring, The Proposal, and, strangely, The Wedding Singer were all antique, my dear boyfriend,” I remarked.
“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you! GUESS WHO’S COMING TO DINNER!!!!!! Also, does this dress look good on me?” I exclaimed, jumping while holding a sun dress up to me.
“Erm, who? And, I don’t know!!!!” he replied.
“Santa Claus!!!!!! And, you’re not much help!” I replied, frowning. I put the dress back on the rack.
“I can’t find anything here, let’s check out Fatal Attraction, then Forever Young, okay?” I suggested.
“Do I have a choice? Because when I post about this in my blog, I am titling it ‘Nightmare On Elm Street.’,” Harry complained.
“Nightmare On Elm Street, My Left Foot,” I grumbled.
As we walked towards the stores, I screamed.
“FARGO!!! What’s up?”
Douglas Fargo turned around, searching for the source of the voice. He brightened when he saw my smiling face.
“Elizabeth! Harry! How’s it been? I haven’t seen you guys since Last Holiday on Christmas Vacation! Do you still have The Rose Tattoo, Elizabeth?”
“We’ve been good. I just celebrated Sixteen Candles on my cake. And no, I got it removed after our Fantastic Voyage. Mommy Dearest insisted I get it removed immediately. She said I looked like a cross between ET, Rosemary’s Baby, one of the creatures from Alien, and Rocky. Apparently, thats not a compliment. I told her she was over-reacting.” I replied.
“It WAS kind of a Big deal,” Harry responded, incredulous. By now, Fargo had slipped away quietly.
“IT WAS JUST A TATTOO!”
“You’re 16 years old! Girls, Girls, Girls. They’re so annoying sometimes, “ Harry mumbled.
“LIAR, LIAR!! PANTS ON FIRE! HANGING FROM A TELEPHONE WIRE!!!” I yelled.
“ We’ve arrived at the store, so can you please stop yelling? It would be very nice of you,” Harry asked politely.
“I guess so. Hey! We’ve arrived! And where did Fargo go?” I replied.
“My ears and head thank you. And I just said that. He left a while ago.” Harry responded. The look I gave him could of started the next Ice Age.
“Whoa, whoa. What’s up with the Polar Express?”
“It is a Miracle that I haven’t dumped you due to Irreconcilable Differences,” I growled. Then, changing moods, “I’m sorry I got mad at you. Forgive me?”
“Yes. I wasn’t ever mad at you, my American Beauty. Right, let’s go into the store.”
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We eventually found a nice sundress (for me) and shirt, tie, and pants outfit for Harry.
“Can we please go home now? We’ve been here from 9 to 5. It’s almost Twilight,” Harry asked.
“I guess so. I’m pretty tired myself. I’ll call the John Q Taxi company,” I responded.
“When I got to my house, I instantly fell asleep. But strangely, when I closed my eyes, I actually woke up.
“It was all a dream? I have some pretty Sweet Dreams,” I said to myself.
“MOM! You’ll never guess what I dreamed about! It was weird,” I yelled down to my mom.
“Did you have another Harry Potter dream, dear?”
“Hey, It Could Happen To You!”
