This story shall be based off of my frustrations, and before you say anything, get your minds out of the gutter! I meant my frustrations of not being able to preorder Maximum Ride: Nevermore on my Kindle. I'm going to be out of the country starting August 1st, so wifi is going to cost like $60 USD. Sigh.
Please, please, please review! If you love it, hate it, never read Maximum Ride, I DON'T CARE! Just review! "The Novelist" is on chapter 3 and I haven't gotten a single review. I'm thinking about canceling it!
Disclaimer: I am a teenage girl. That should be enough to prove that I'm not Bryke or JP.
A scream echoed through the thin paper walls of the Air Temple.
"Great," Korra mumbled.
She rolled out of bed, rubbing her eyes. Screams coming from Jinora and Ikki's room early in the morning were annoying every time. This was nothing new.
"Ikki, I'm sorry but no matter how much you scream you cannot braid Na- Jinora?"
Said bookworm was sitting on the floor in typical lotus position with a scroll in front of her and tears streaming from her angry red eyes. Her fists were clenched and she was frowning so hard Korra wondered if it would stick that way.
"No. Way. NO WAY!" Jinora screamed, pounding her fists on the floor.
"Take it easy there Jinora!" Korra exclaimed, alarmed. "Is it Skoochy? I told that kid not to hurt you! Oh he's gonna get it!"
"It's not Skoochy," Jinora growled through clenched teeth. "It's Shmuel Cohen."
The Avatar blinked confusedly. "Uh, who is that?"
The raging girl on the floor flared up at her. "The bookstore owner. Apparently, the last book of my all time favorite series by Ovaltine Jenkins won't be available until AFTER we've left for the Fire Nation!"
"Ovaltine Jenkins?"
"His pen name is JP but according to my sour- wait a minute! I shouldn't have to explain to you! YOU DON'T EFFING READ!" Jinora was shaking violently. "YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S GOIBG ON AND YOU'RE NOT EVEN PRETENDING TO BE A LITTLE SYMPATHETIC! WHAT KIND OF AVATAR ARE YOU?"
Korra was, in a word, freaked. "Jin, it's just a book."
"JUST A BOOK? YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FACE-STEALER YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT! IT IS THE END TO A SERIES I HAVE BEEN READING SINCE I WAS EIGHT! IT IS AN EPIC NOVEL ABOUT WINGED CHILDREN! IF I DON'T GET THE LAST BOOK THE SECOND IT COMES OUT, I MIGHT AS WELL JUST GIVE UP! AND IF I GIVE UP I'LL HATE MYSELF AND CUT LIKE FANG PROBABLY DOES! DO YOU WANT THAT KORRA? I BET YOU DO YOU... YOU... YOU MYLAN SHIPPER!"
The last words to go through Korra's mind were What the Spirits? before Jinora hit her on the head, effectively knocking her out.
Later when she awoke Jinora told her, "Sorry for freaking out at you, I was wrong. You'd probably ship Fax. I mean, you have a hero complex and Mako is brooding and stuff."
Korra chose to take these as compliments so she wouldn't hurt her head trying to figure out what the heck was coming out of Jinora's mouth.
…No offense Mylan shippers, but WHYYYY?
Also on a less serious note than the previous one, it was the second to last day of summer school today and we all just today started talking to each other. That's nearly 3 weeks, 5 hours a day, in a classroom of 4 people and no one talking until the second to last day. Wow. Sadness
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