Marco's Lemonade Stand
It was Saturday. Rachel was walking to the bus stop, when she passed Marco's house. He had a table set up on the sidewalk, and a sign that said, Lemonade, $1.
"Seriously?" Rachel stopped in front of Marco's lemonade stand.
He smiled up from his folding chair. "I'm doing a good deed."
Rachel snorted. "You're kidding, right?"
"No, honestly! Wanna buy some lemonade?"
"Will you leave me alone if I do?"
"Yeah, for now."
"Okay." Rachel gave Marco a dollar, and he handed her a cup of lemonade. She took a sip.
"Oh, God!" She spat the lemonade out on the sidewalk. "This is disgusting! What did you make it with?"
Marco shrugged. "Lemon juice. I have a lemon tree in my backyard."
"What kind of lemons did you use?" Rachel coughed.
"The rotten ones on the ground. I was too lazy to pick any of the ones on the tree." Marco smiled.
"You are so dead," Rachel growled. "You did that on purpose!"
"Of course I did," Marco said. "Revenge for yesterday at the therapy shop."
"Nice shoes," Rachel smiled.
"Oh, thanks. I just got them."
"Then they won't wear out as fast?"
"'Cause you're gonna be running for a while."
MWAHAHA! Did you like it? Rachel will go back to the therapy shop, but I just had to do this! :) "Marco would never open a lemonade stand!" I don't care, it's funny! ~AmandaKK