Me: *typing this story* once upon
a time in a faraway place there lived a princess
Zeus: you know this story sucks
already.
Me: shut up already I thought I
fired you.
Zeus: well I hired myself back.
Me: you're the worst muse ever I
hate you.
Zeus: aren't you typing a story?
Me: shut up you're a sorry god
and an even sorrier muse.
Zeus: humph.
Me: good. Now lets get some
action here. To tell the truth I hate all of my muses and wimpy princess's as
well. Uh oh.
I accidentally pressed
shift-ctrl-=-+-F1-F12-H
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Umph ugh
Ron: Harry get you're foot off my
head.
Harry: sorry Ron
Hermione: Harry now you're foots
in my mouth.
Harry: well excuse me I can't
please everyone. Even though I am the great Harry Potter and no one else can
amount to my greatness.
Me: shut up.
The characters finally notice me the author and Hermione
notices my official fanfic author badge.
Hermione:
haewlkzdnveiasdolbnaslkdfjpasdlxvikmsv.
Harry: uh oh
Me: what
Harry: you're a… a… a…
Me: ah ah ah A Fanfic
Author.
Harry Ron and Hermione scream and
run in fright until Ron runs into a desk and nocks himself out onto the floor.
Me: what an idiot. I mean he was
bad enough in the book but in real life he is just…
Hermione: a stupid and annoying
idiot.
Me: stop I can think of my own
insults.
Hermione: fine what.
Me: Ron is such a blubbering
idiot of seismic nuclear proportions
Hermione: what's nuclear
Harry: *he had just woken up from
a dead faint* nuclear is a type of bomb.
Hermione: how did you find out?
Harry: Dudley went to a friend's
house and I finally got to use his computer and all I could think of to do was
research nuclear warheads.
Me: you are so dense you finally
got to use a computer and you researched nuclear warheads.
Harry: well… well…
Me: you researched nuclear bombs
when you could've gone on fanfiction?
Harry: fanfiction, fanfiction
it's swarming with fan fic authors.
Me: I'm surrounded by idiots.
Ron is finally beginning to wake
up and starts singing.
Ron: I love you. You love me.
We're a happy family with a great big hug and a kiss from me to you. Won't you
say you love me to.
I walked over to Ron and hit him
with a frying pan that magically appeared out of thin air.
Ron: oww
Me: *looking at the frying pan.* hey
it works.
Harry: look we obviously will not
get along so…
Me: what you actually think that
we won't get along
Hermione: duh if you don't know
you should the authors and the characters never agree.
Ron: ugh my head. You know this
day so sucks. I mean I keep getting hit by everything. Uh oh.
Me: what
Ron: I just realized that you're
a fanfic author.
Me: gosh you're denser than I
thought you where. And by the way you have dirt on your nose.
Ron: I don't have dirt on my
nose. It's a freckle.
Me: you can't tell the
difference.
Ron: ugh
Harry: hey fanfic author.
Me: what did you just call me.
Harry: I called you a fanfic
author.
Me: you will not call me a fanfic
author. Whenever you speak to me you will address me as queen KayLee ultimate
monarch.
Harry: whatever
Suddenly I grow very big and
start shouting in Latin. Only hermione understands what I'm doing and she dives
under the desk and Ron follows suite but Harry just stands there like a
blubbering idiot.
A/n do ya like. I personally think
it's funny. I'll write more if you want but only if I get some reviews. I mean
really people. It's not that hard to do. As long as there are no flames. In
other words for all you people out there who can't understand simple English.
No Flames Whatsoever. Thank you. I'm calm now and relaxed and collected so no I
can do my homework ugh. Maybe I should write more just to avoid homework.
Sincerely,
Metal Mage
