Disclaimer: As you may know, I do not own TDI, TDA, or the book "A Christmas Carol". Teletoon and Charles Dickens do. If I did this would be on TV, geniuses.
* Umm.. Ok. yeah I realized that my original one was a bit too close to the original and decided to replace it. Maybe you've already seen it, and I hope that you like my new one better.
Heather arrived home. She sat in front of the fireplace and started to read. Her mind sorted through the events of the day.
She was staying after school to help put up posters just before the vacation. She was going for class president. Harold, whom she had somehow roped into helping her, came into view.
"Um, Heather? Uh, can I go home, you know, for Christmas Eve? My family want's me home and-"
"No!", she said, an annoyed tone in her voice. "You are going to stay and HELP me. And who cares about your stinking family?"
Harold started to say something, only to be cut off again.
"And Christmas! It's JUST a day. A normal day. There should BE no holidays, as far as I'm concerned."
"Okay, okay", Harold said. "Gosh!"
Geoff, having heard all this, came to defend Harold
"Aww, come on, sis," he said. "Let the poor guy go home. You already make him work for you every chance you get, and you should give him break. Can't you see that we all just want to have fun for Christmas?"
She grumbled something intelligible. "Oh all right, fine. You can go." She pointed at Harold. "But I"M staying here, to WORK. I seem to be the only one who cares here. AND I expect you to be here tomorrow morning to help, again."
"Okay", Harold said, again. "Thanks, Heather. Don't worry, I'll be here tomorrow.
"Geoff, I think you might want to leave too", said an annoyed Heather. "I really have no need for you to be here."
"Alright, thats cool", he said, and as he walked out too, he added, " You know, sis, maybe if you wern't so grumpy all the time, you could dicover the true meaning of Christmas."
And Later:
After all the posters were up, Heather was ready to head home. She packed her things, threw on a jacket, but before she could take one step out the door she was suddenly stopped by two of her classmates.
"Hi!", the shorter one, Beth said cheerfully. "Tho, Heather, we would firstht like to wisth you a Merry Christhmath!."
"Ok?", she had replied. "Just get to the point, I have no time for this."
"Well alright", DJ, the taller one, said. "We were just wondering if you'd like to donate to the animal shelter for Christmas. You could help many injured or lost animals like this bunny here." He pulled out a bunny and stroked it's fur.
" What's this? Donate money to some animal shelter?", she practiacally yelled. "I couldn't care less if your bunny starved to death! Thanks for the precious waste of time, losers!"
And with that, she kicked Beth in the shin, and continued home.
Walking home, she heard DJ, "What is it that makes that girl so mean? Even on Christmas eve?"
She simply growled and continued on her way.
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Now she was home again, with her brother and the rest of her family out to attend some party. She laughed coldly.
"Hah!", she said to herself. "Those idiots have some mental illness if the think that one day means so much to them. It doesn't. I should know, because at least I'm popular."
She was startled by a voice that came from nowhere. "Heeeeeeaaaaaaaather....."
"Huh? Who's there?" She grabbed a knife that she had been using to cut her chicken to defend herself. "I'm warning you....."
"Heaaaathheeeeeeeerr", the voice said, again. "Have you forgotten me alreaaaaadyyy? Don't you remember? It's meeeeeeeeeee....."
"Duncan?" she asked, her voice full of astonishment and fright. "Is that you?"
Wow, that was fun. Like I said, my first was way too close to the original. Oh well. If you read the book "A Christmas Carol" you probably know how it turns out. Anyways, Christmas is only a couple days away and I thought I would-
Duncan: Hey! Why do I have to be the freaky dead ghost person?
Me: Hey! Your not supposed to spoil it for the people who haven't read the book yet, genius!
Duncan: I haven't read the book, and I know what happens.
Me: That's different. You're a figment of my imagination, and I've read the book, so what I know, you know too . And to answer your question, you are the second meanest person I know from TDI.
Harold: Gosh! You guys! Anyways, Duncan, I have to be a poor guy who works for Heather and has a crippled kid for a brother. How is that fair?
Heather: Yeah, and do I really have to turn NICE at the end? Seriously.....
Me : Guys! STOP FREAKING SPOILING IT!
Now, before they say something they regret, *cough cough*, I'm gonna tell you, Read and review please.
Duncan: HEATHER GETS VISITED BY THREE GHOSTS THAT SHOW HER STUFF AND SHE LEARNS A LESSON AND TURNS NICE AT THE END!
Me: DUNCAN! You are SOOOOO dead!
Duncan: Uh, freaky dead ghost, remember?
Me: ....................................