A/N: Hey guys! Jess and Jelly here! Well, we hope you like this story.
Jelly in italics, here. We wrote this story because a) we figured it'd be fun to mock a sue, and b) we figured that suethors need something doesn't mock them to teach them how to write something decent.
Disclaimer: We own nothing except for: Annabelle, Bella-Anne, Hannah, Madame Hookerella coughstrippernamecough and the plot.
Enjoy!
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Annabelle clicked her pen as the teacher droned on about what they were supposed to be learning. She sighed as she stared unblinkingly out the window, watching a small blue bird twittering around the trees surrounding the oak tree lawn.
"Annabelle!"
Annabelle jumped, "Yes miss?"
Her teacher, Madame Hookerella, slapped a wooden ruler on her desk and glared at her. "Were you listening?" She demanded.
"Ummm…"
"I said, 'you are to write a story about any book you want. Not a report, a story.'"
Annabelle blinked. "Sorry?"
"A story, Annabelle, a story," snapped Hookerella. "About any book you want."
Annabelle thought for a moment, and then, suddenly-"Can I write one on Harry Potter?"
Hookerella fumed and Annabelle could do nothing but flinch.
"I just said any book, you little—" Hookerella wrung her hands in frustration and took a breath to relax herself. "—little girl." She said through gritted teeth.
By the time Hookerella was finished glaring at her, Annabelle was on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She sniffed.
"Ok, what did I just tell you to do?" Hookerella asked.
"You-you told me to write a story about any book I want, including Harry Potter."
Hookerella nodded stiffly. "Get to work then."
Annabelle got to work without another word, only to feel something hit the back of her head. She turned around to glare at whoever threw the object, instead she caught sight of a screwed up piece of paper. She picked it up and opened it out of curiosity. It said:
"You should post your story on xoxo"
Annabelle turned to face Hannah and grinned at her.
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Annabelle sat in front of her computer and stared at her written work.
'It would take too long to write it out properly' she thought 'netspeak then. It's the internet, everyone knows netspeak!'
She grinned to herself and began to type:
Hi!
Dis is ma 1st fic so go ez on me k?
Njoy!
1 dae, a beautiful gurl wif long flowin brown hair wif red tips & green eyes wif hazel flex named Bella-Anne Martha Alice Roxy Yvette Susanna Ursula Edwards, found a letta in da lettabox sayin dat she had been selected 2 go 2 Hogwarts. So she went 2 Hogwarts da nxt dae & got lost on da way.
Along came Harry & da moment he saw her, he knew he was hed ova heels in luv wif her.
"Uuuhhh…hi, r u lost?"
"Yea I am…do u no hw 2 get 2 Platform 9¾?"
"Omg ur a witch?"
"Yea I am"
"Awesum, follow me"
"Thanx"
Harry blushd & led da way.
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Annabelle skipped to school beaming because of her work. She couldn't wait to get home that day—reviews would definitely be waiting for her; she thought that she'd written so well!
She met up with Hannah outside the classroom.
"Oh my gosh! I love writing stories! Have a read through my first chapter; I'm pretty proud of myself." She beamed.
Hannah read through the first chapter and instantly regretted telling Annabelle to post her story on waited and then frowned when Hannah said nothing. "Well?" She prompted. "What do you think?"
Hannah gulped. If she told her the truth (it sucks Annabelle), then the poor girl would burst into tears, being the cry-baby that she was. If she told her what she wanted to hear, then her story would be torn apart on the internet and she'd burst into tears. Either way, it was a lose-lose situation.
"Ummm…" She could hear Annabelle tapping her foot impatiently. "It was…great, Annabelle! Excellent! It'll get loads of reviews…"
Annabelle beamed. "Thanks! I think it's awesome too!"
Hannah grimaced. 'How conceited' she thought. 'I don't know how I became her friend. She'll be devastated.'
"C'mon" said Hannah out loud finally. "Let's go to class—you can show everyone else."
Annabelle nodded vigorously and followed her friend to class.
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Dear lord (excuse the blasphemy), it was horrible having to type like that on word, msn is ok, but Word is not. I agree, Jess, I totally agree.
Ok, we need your help to write the second chapter, we need you to:
FLAME ANNABELLE!
Ahem… what Jess means is that we'd like you as the audience to flame our little suethor here. Flame her, concrit her, whatever, but we need your reviews.
PM us as if you're flaming Annabelle and we will use your flame as part of our second chapter.
So R'n'R, guys! Hope you liked! We guarantee that our little suethor's chapters will get better and longer as the story progesses - but remember, we need reviews.
Later!
Jess and Jelly
