Dsiclaimer: Louise Rennison owns all of the following characters and the basic plot of the following story. Actually, she pretty much owns everything about it.
10:34 am
Same bat time. Same bat place. The rest of my so-called family have gone out to Waterworld. Mutti is still being shirty and unreasonable and wouldn't give me a couple of squids to go shopping. So I had to hunt around her room for about twenty years to get a fiver.
The phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Gee?"
It was Jas, apparently.
"What?"
"Don't just say what, DO something!"
"How can I do anything when I don't know there is anything to be done about?"
"Well, you can't."
It is like talking to a walking stick.
"Hahahhahahaahaahaha."
"What now, Georgia?"
"Remember when Herr Kamyer went to the tourist information booth-type-thingie and came back with a walking stick?"
"Will you let me get to my nub?"
"Go on, then."
"Rosie and Sven have eloped to Neverland!"
"NEVERLAND?"
"Sorry. Sorry. Norway or Sweden or wherever the hell it is."
10:52 am
Emergency gang meeting
Met by the clock tower to discuss the big news. Apparently Rosie left a note for her parents and one for us. Ours read:
To the Ace Gang-
After seconds of careful consideration we have decided to elope to Sven's country. The marriage-age-type-thingie is lower in Norway. Also, I should probably meet his parents before he goes off and marries some English fool, or so they think. But don't be sad, etc. Because do you know why? HOOOOOORN! We will return on the 25th.
12:54 pm
Blimey. I always thought Rosie was a bit on the bonkers side.
1:00 pm
But not bonkers enough to go marry some "adorable Norwegian fool" (as she so eloquently put it) in a foreign country in which she doesn't know anyone or speak the language. Or know where the country is. Or put any thought into it at all.
1:01 pm
Bravo!
A/N- Sorry for the short chapter but it would seem stupid to continue the saga in the same chapter, also I have a cold and have just fallen down the stairs. I would write another chappie today but I am vair vair tired. I will write more though. S'laters.
