Patty, with a sulky look on her face, kicked a coke bottle in the deserted parking lot of the Freddy Fazbear Family Diner. She was angry with everyone. Of course, by everyone she meant her friends; It became true that they were not really her friends at all. They were always talking about fancy pens and stickers, like nothing else existed in the world. They are sitting in the diner, but they forgot to eat because they were all so engaged with their glowing or fluffy stickers and colorful pens. She was unable to relate to that because her mother had never bought me anything like that. “We can’t afford them,” she had said. But Patty was not sorry at all because she didn’t care for those things. Sometimes her heart ached a bit for them but she liked much more adventurous stories and sci-fi rather than those silly things.
But Missy and Bella were just chattering merrily, showing off the stuff while she was sweeping the crumbs on