My friend's half of the book is dedicated to Amber, who unfortunately will be changing schools.
My half is dedicated to "Billy Joe", you know who you are.
( commercial voice) The views expressed her are not necessarily the view of the authors, or fan fiction, or any of it's affiliates. Not all of the characters are my own I do not own LOTR, POTC, SW, Nancy Drew, or the Wizard of Oz. This is not racist, it demonstrates the different stereotypes. Thank you!
" Picture this ,bam, four teenage girls for different races , forced to work together but try to win a contest". Frank's ( and that is Frank with a short, a, not a long a. thank you very much) pitch was going great, he could feel that new promotion already. " The idea is gold!" He smiled to himself as he watched the fat, sweaty board members---
"Frank," said the head of the board, startling him out of his thoughts.
" It's Frank," said frank.
" Whatever," said the head indifferently, "we like your idea, so we give you the complete go ahead".
" Thank you, thank you," gushed Frank, thinking "its not that difficult to get your approval if there is any food involved, you stupid pig."
As the4 conversation about where to eat lunch faded out, Frank sat down at his desk. Preparing to make the phone call that would start it all.
" Hello. May I speak to Principal Hassle please? The name is Band, Frank Band. Principal Hassle, I have a proposition for you. How would you like to be famous? See. I'm going to be directing/producing a little reality show , and I need four teenage girls. The only problem is, they may not return. . . alive. Mwah hah hah hah ( evil laughter.
" Now class, I want everyone to pay attention. . ." the teacher droned. Peaches sat in the back of the classroom talking on her phone. " Yeah, oh my gosh it is like, so boring ing here. The stupid Asian girl is so smart, and she is like listening to the teacher and stuff. No I thing that like all of the Asians are like, super smart. Then you have that gangster black chick over there, she is totally snoring. Yeah, that creepy Indian girl is in my class, she 's alvays like, meditation. Completely bogus. Hold on that weird brainy gurl is talking to me"
"Can I help you, I am like on the phone!"
" The correct term is Native American, not Indian, The Indian people actually come from the country of India, which is located---"
"Does it look like I care? Didn't think so Just turn around" Ambakata Yama San (Amba for short) turned around and focused her full attention back on the teacher.
" So like I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted, did you see Chad last night, he was so dreamy."
At that moment, Mr. Hassle came on over the intercom. "Teachers pardon the interruption, would Ambakata Yama San, Peaches McCoy, Lafonda Shananay and Raincloud Sunshine please report to the office. Thank You. Finally , those bratty, aggravating kids will get what is coming to them. What do you mean the intercom is still on, oh yeah it the red---."
The aforementioned students left the classroom, hearing jeers of "Ooh, you're in trouble" and other equally mature phrases. They walked up to the office in silence, will near silence, Peaches was still on her phone, but other than that, it was silent. Whatever the principal wanted, it was not good. H hadn't liked them very much since they found out the truth about his wig. They approached the forbidding door of the principal's office, and they just stood outside too scared to com in. All of a sudden the door opened by itself, revealing the imposing Mr. Hassle sitting at his desk. The students walked in slowly. Gazing in disgust at the earthworms he apparently collected. They had all heard rumors about his obsession with dirt. Upon entering the office, three out of the four said, simultaneously, " It was her!" Lafonda looked around to see three fingers pointed at her.
"Is it because I'm black?" Three heads nodded in agreement.
"No," said Mr. Hassle. " none of you are in trouble, thought God knows you should be."
" I am here to inform you that you are about to go on a little trip a ….project of sorts. Some people would just die to do what you are doing. Mwah, hah, hah, hah! (Coughs , brings out paper bag and starts to breathe.)