Hey Guys! I'm having a special day at home, snow keeping me from going anywhere. It's super deep everywhere. I can't go anywhere! So I've been reading Gone with the Wind and writing fanfiction. To my fans reading Hopelessly Lost, I am currently writing another chapter, it's just a little hard since I have to dance around the topic, trying to get it right, but I have never experienced it, never met anyone who has experienced it, so I purely guessing, making my writing sloppy, and terrible, and predicable, and it just….. uh, I hate it. But I love the story so I'll push on. It's actually pretty good. So to the reader of this, if you like my writing, please check out my other stories that I try to keep updated as often as possible.
And without further delay, Clary's Utter Horror
"No! NOOOOO!" Clary shouted at the top of her lungs, running as fast as she could from the bathroom full speed. Izzy stood flabbergasted, peering behind the bathroom door with a look of utter surprise and ridicule while Clary fled.
"I'm not wearing Stupidity!" she cried openly, kicking her head back and shouting at the top of her lung, "No Stupidity!"
Clary ran to the kitchen and pulled open the fridge furiously and pushed things around until she finally found something suitable- strawberries and whip cream. Ravenously she bite the strawberry, the plump inside squirting around her face, but she took no notice and poured the whip cream into her wide open mouth, covering the red gush with the whipped cream.
As she chewed, she came up with a wonderful weapon against Izzy's simply horrendous preposterous suggestion. Like a snake, she crept around the corner, holding the nozzle of the whip cream out like a weapon, murder in her eyes and whip cream in her mouth,
Cautious, she rounded the corner toward the bathroom, still chewing widely.
"If you are still holding that terrible stupid….. thing, I will not hesitate to cover you in whip cream!" She threatened ferociously as she approached the bathroom where Izzy was digging furiously in the cabinet for the atrocious offending item.
Clary neared the door of the bathroom with a murderous glint in her eyes, daring Izzy to allow the… the .. the thing into her sight.
Izzy peered around the corner, laughter filling her eyes and she hid her hand behind the door. As she giggled loudly. But Clary just glared at her, her face remaining serious.
"Clary! Clary. You silly, stupid little girl," Izzy cooed with a laugh. Clary glared at her even harder, rocking on her heels and preparing to press down on the nozzle. Hard.
"You have to wear it! All girls do, and you know it very well," Izzy said, nodding her head knowingly at Clary who only blinked down, hard, and shuffled closer to Izzy, who was still laughing furiously
"I will not wear that… that.. THING!" Clary shouted at Izzy, who only laughed harder.
"Sweetie!" she laughed loudly once she started to calm down enough to speak, "You can't even say it! Darling pie, it's just a pad! Say it with me, darling, PPPAADD!"
Clary growled loudly shuffled her feet a little before shouting out a battle cry and gently pressing down on the nozzle, giving a warning shot that fell short onto the carpet.
Izzy howled with laughter and knocked her head back, her black long hair flying back.
"Darling! It's so small though! It won't even bother you a …" Izzy started before Clary flung herself at her. Izzy let out a terrified scream and stumbled backward as Clary launched herself only inches away from her, the whip cream nozzle releasing a long stream of white cream. Izzy screamed as Clary shouted a strangled battle cry yet again. Seeing Izzy's fear she smiled and continued to attack with the signal of her success.
Izzy fell back onto her hands and knees in the crab position and tried to shake her head into her shoulder in attempt to shield herself, but still Clay pursued relentlessly.
Ruthlessly, Clary pounced on the girl, straddling her hips and pushing Izzy's shoulder down with one hand and shoving the nozzle of the bottle into Izzy's face, her finger perching on the nozzle and pressing down hard enough for the cream to come flowing out, covering Izzy's squealing face with white.
At first Izzy put up a fight but eventually gave up to Clary's rough pushing and collapsed below her weight while Clary laughed like crazy, howling with excitement at Izzy's mental pain.
Then she spotted it a few feet away from Izzy's open whip-cream covered palm.
The- the- the- the thing.
She stopped spraying Izzy and turned to the perfectly terrible thing and growled low at it before pushing off Izzy with her wide, crazy eyes staring at the item.
Izzy propped herself up on her elbow, whip cream sliding down her face as she looked at Clary incredulously, and for a good reason to.
Clary, still staring at it with wide eyes, began to crawl off Izzy and slither on the floor unto all fours; her elbow and knees, and her shoulder pressed down close to the floor and her hips pressed close to the floor, her knees sliding behind her, making herself lower to the ground.
Izzy stared at the offending item and stalked it like a cat, growling deep in her throat.
She totally lost it, Izzy thought as she watched Clary get closer and closer to the small pink wrapped pad like it was a beast that needed to be captured.
As Clary reached it, she leaned back on her elbows and knees and let out a yelp before pouncing on it, covering it with her palms. However, as she soon as she leaned her weight on it, she let out a strangled yelp as though she touched fire and she backed away slightly before rearing up on her knees and pointing the nozzle at it and shooting it with the cream.
Izzy watched in horror at Clary's outburst. Clary covered the pad with a thick layer of cream, and it towered up to her waist where she was crouching. Finally, the whip cream bottle spluttered and a trickle of liquid white cream came drizzling out. Clary stared at for a second before falling back on her heels into the mess on white melted cream.
"Well, that was fun, but you still got to where that dammed thing," Izzy stated. Clary stared at her.