Disclaimer:
Me: Hey, Tammy!
Tammy Pierce: And you are?
Me: Someone from above. :
Tammy Pierce: Am I dead?!
Me: Maybe. :
Tammy Pierce: Noooooo! Then who's gonna continue the story?!
Me: I am. :D
Tammy Pierce: Are you sure?
Me: Of course!
Tammy Pierce: Alright then.
Me: By the way, I do not own the characters and everything else that seems Tamora Pierce-ish. :D
A/N: May contain really random stuff that might confuse the young mind.
Summary: George is narrating the life of Alanna with Jonathan. That's all I'm saying. :
"Alanna and Jonathan were betrothed leaving George in the dirt-" I start.
"Hey! Who's the narrator here!?" George said.
"Oops sorry, dude." I say.
"Now where was I? Oh yeah…The evil Jonathan of Conte kidnapped my precious Alanna and took her captive in his castle of doom and there's only one person who can save her, yes! That's right! I, George Cooper-" George trails off as I clear my throat.
"What?" George asks, clearly annoyed. "Can't you just read the cards like any normal narrator?" I ask, aggravated.
He sighed. "Oh alright, if it'll make you stop interrupting me."
"Thank you!" I said as I go back to my seat.
"Alanna and Jonathan were betrothed leaving George in the-Hey! I was not left in the dirt! Who wrote these cards!? I demand to know who!?" I guess you already know who said that.
"George! Would you please stop whining like a teenage girl who hasn't had Starbucks in like a month?!" I swear there's this vain popping out of my head.
"No! I cannot stop-I am NOT whining! Who said I was whining?!" He shouts. Everybody points to me.
"Damn you all" I mouth at my so called staff. "Listen, George. We-" There were a few murmurs in the background "Alright, I hired you to narrate this story 'cause I think you'd do a good job, after Alanna left you, you've been so depressed you've hardly done anything to your life, so please just don't screw this up"
"You're right! You're definitely right! I shouldn't mope around just 'cause of some girl!" He stands up with a determined look on his face. "Yeah!" I exclaim.
"Thanks a lot, Christine! Hug!" He says with his arms open and starts walking towards me.
"Oh hell no!" I started backing away.
There was this big crash, everybody looked and saw that George had accidentally knocked over the table with the story line, cards and plot on it into the jacuzzi.
"GEORGE!" We all shouted.
"We're screwed" I mumble with my face in my hands.
A/N: Stupid, right? )) Sorry if I didn't really make him narrate the story. But tell me if I still should. Review if you wanna. :)