When
Chaos
Turns
to
Absolute
Mayhem
Written by Catherine Crisp
Edited by Emma Crisp
-A Kane Chronicles and My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic Crossover-
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NOTHING I SAID WOULD MAKE ANYTHING BETTER. I HAD DESTROYED EVERYTHING important to my best friend. I had screwed up her one and only chance of fame and glory. Her entire world was crumbling around her because of me-oh, seriously. You think I'd do something selfish involving my friends? [O.K., Carter, yes, I see your point but that was a total accident…what! That has nothing to do with anything! Now hush! I'm trying to tell a story here!] If my dear brother is quite done pointing out all my flaws (not that I have many in the first place), I would rather like to get on with my tale of heart-warmingness. [That is too a word!]
It all started with a letter. Yes, I know, that seems very old and used too many times, but that's how it happened, so there's nothing I can do to change that. This particular letter was from one of my best friends, Ruth Diane. She's American and so she lives so very far away, but what I couldn't understand was why she didn't just email me. I sort of found out in the letter. It read:
Dear Sadie,
I have a matter of importance I need to share with you. I can't type in this condition, so I had an old friend write a letter to you. This is me talking though, not Spike. He's just copying down everything I'm saying…wait! No, Spike! Stop writing all that! No, I meant- stop writing! Spike, I didn't mean for you to- Spike!
Twilight? Can you take over? Thank you.
So as I was saying, I'm in a terrible condition and I need you to come over to my house right away. Please. I need to talk to you.
Your friend,
Ruth Diane
Well, I most certainly wasn't one to stall if one of my friends needed help in any way, though Carter is a different story. [Ouch! No need to hit! ] I ran upstairs to talk to Amos.
"Hmmm…well, I can't exactly send you to America by yourself…" he mused. "I'll talk to Bast…"
I was astounded. "I can save the world, no problem, but I can't go to America by myself?'
"Yes, I know, my dear. But does the rest of the world know you saved their planet from eternal chaos?" he soothed. "No. I think not. I'll send you with Bast. She'll make sure you arrive to and from in one piece."
"Amos!"
And that's how I, a very responsible teenager, went to America with a tuna-loving cat goddess, first class, which of course, I was used to and apparently had to deal with. Is there a 0st class, I wondered as I packed all the necessary equipment needed to have an acceptable trip in America.