DISCLAIMER: NO OKAY? I DON'T OWN POTO! but I did have a dream about it last night...(shudders) please don't ask. I don't even own my family! I'm afraid, I only own me. Here is the casting:
My mom: mom
My dad: dad
My 19yr. old brother: Professor
My 17yr. old brother: Nic
Me: Pudding (don't ask, most of my friends actually refer to me as Pudding and I'm pretty sure that they have forgotten my real name)
My 12yr. old brother: Midge/Rat/Kid
And yes, before you even ask, some of the incidents you will be witnessing did actually happen in the Bush household in England (my last name being Bush) and not the one in New York. Excluding Erik of course. He was out at the time.
Chapter one: so...that's it?
Erik felt a sense of dread as he walked up to stand before the honourable judge Cox. He winced slightly as he felt the cold metal handcuffs cut into his skin. After a few moments of hanging his head in shame, he stared up at the formidable woman glaring back at him.
Her curly brown hair itself seemed to be angry with him. Her narrowed eyes caused her glasses to hitch up onto her face and the hands on the podium in front of her kept clenching and unclenching.
"Erik,"she said in a shrill voice, making him cringe, "you have been found GUILTY of ABUSING the great and holy law of FanFiction BY being PURE EVIL and slightly INSANE!" She gave a little chuckle and let some drool fall from her mouth (think of Mrs. Dubose in "To Kill A Mockingbird").
"For commiting THIS heinous crime, you will BE living for 34 DAYS in the-" she paused for dramatic purposes, turing slightly green, "IN THE BUSH HOUSHOLD!" Lightening flashed and thunder followed 6 seconds after.
Hmmmm, mused Erik, that storm is only 60 miles away. He was suddenly broken from his amazing thoughts of awesomeness by the screeching and wailing of everyone in the courtroom. Women were wailing, men were turning pale, even his lawyer looked as if he were about to faint.
"But-but your honour!" the lawyer cried desperately. "That is cruel and unusual punishment! That's against the law in America, even though we're in Paris and you're English!" Judge Cox nodded her weary aggreement.
"But I'm afraid Billy, that it has to be done; to punish him properly." Erik, for one, was extremely confuzzuled and bewuzzled! How could a house in the South of England be worse than jail? And it was only for 34 days! It couldn't be as bad as they were making it out to be...
But I'm afraid my friends, our dear Erik was wrong. Oh, hopelessly wrong.
I know, it's short, but hey! It's a work in progress! Oh, I stole the name "Cox" from my drama teacher. Teehee. In case you're wondering, I did capitalise random words that Coxy said. I felt like it! NOW REVIEW!
