Yes, it's impossible that her parents would let her keep a pet shark. Maybe it's her stuffed toy. Maybe it's her imaginary shark (people can have imaginary friends, why not imaginary sharks? Sharks make great friends). Don't think so much. Seriously.

The teenager looked at the undistinguished girl in front of him with a disproportionate amount of fear. She was inspecting her pink nails, paying no apparent attention to him.

"Have you changed your mind?" she asked in a bored voice, "Because I have better things to do than wait for your tongue to loosen up."

He forced himself to say, "I will never tell you where it is! Ever!"

A small smirk slowly spread across her face. "You know," she said, getting up, "I was hoping you would say that."

She walked towards the door, pausing as she opened it.

"I think it's time you met," she whispered...

"Mr Ploopinschnooker."

Of course, Shelby's cousin told her where the chocolate was by the end of it.

Is this crack? It's definitely senseless.

I have no regrets ;)
~Fly~