Ok guys here it is! The first chapter of the threquel!! It's a tad short but each chapter will get longer as it gets more exciting :)
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Chapter 1: A Brick in her Handbag
Date: Saturday January 21st
Time: 9.10pm
Location: A corridor somewhere in the middle of a building in the middle of some stupid, stupid park Oasis.
Running down the corridor. Pant pant huff huff. I can't believe I'm here. What am I doing here? Big G WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
I hate this I hate this I hate this. I want to be back in my bed of pain back in my bedroom back in my house and away from this stupid place. STUPID!
Why does the world hate me? Why does Big G hate me? BIG G WHY ARE YOU INTENT ON DESTROYING MY LIFE?!
And what in the name of fiery under crackers was Da-
NO! His name will not be said. It will not be said, mentioned, thought or anything else that means thinking about... him.
2 seconds later
"Georgia! Georgia come back!"
No I will not come back you stupid idiotic bast-
Damn it I'm thinking about him! Him and his voice. Ergh.
5 seconds later
Hell's bells he's gaining on me! Since when did he run like a speedy bugs bunny on high? He's faster than a fast thing on fast tablets. Faster than me even, and we all know how fast I am... very.
And when did he have time to put his top back on?
1 second later
Very nearly ran into a door. Oh no wait, I did run into a door. Or at least my arm did. Maybe my body has gone numb from pain because of everything. I bet I'll get a bruise tomorrow.
Note to self: try to avoid unmoving, hard objects.
Maybe I should just look forward. Yes, forward is good. Very good. Straight ahead.
10 seconds later
Where the hell is the bloody exit?!!!!
2 seconds later
I have just entered the tunnel of death. Why is it so dark in here? Don't they know what a light is? I bet they're using those crappy energy-saving bulbs like Jazzy Spazzy that are apparently "saving the environment" but blinding us all.
When I get out of this I'm going to –
0.5 seconds later
Uh-oh
0.2 seconds later
Ouch
0.3 seconds later
Ow
0.4 seconds later
Christ
0.5 seconds later
Bugger
1 second later
I think... I think I broke my head.
Stupid stairs. What in the name of Grandvati's cycling over-tight shorts were stairs doing at the bottom of a dark corridor and underneath my feet? Or rather not under my feet considering I've just fallen to my potential death.
I bet Jas would even give me a midget gem right now. That is the sort of critical condition I am in.
3 seconds later
Dave is still running after me. I can hear him get closer. And here I am with my nose squished into the floor. Because clearly Big G decided it wasn't gigantibus enough already.
"Georgia stop!" he shouted from above. "Come baaaaaa-"
0.5 seconds later
Oh no.
0.5 seconds later
Oh yes. I now have a Dave on top of me. Fan tabby tanstic.
1 second later
"Ow get OFF me!" I screamed to the lump on my back.
"Georgia?" Dave mumbled, "What are you doing?"
"What are YOU doing?"
"What do you mean what am I doing I'm... I'm... You were-"
"Shut up!" I yelled, "Shut up and get off me!"
He jumped up in a scarily springy manner and I clambered to my feet afterwards, ignoring the hand Dave held out for me.
"Just let me explain," Dave said as I began to walk off. I would run but I think my legs are officially off-duty now.
"No. Leave me alone," I told him, shrugging off his arm and trying to pick up my pace. He grabbed hold of me then and tried to make me stand still.
"Geffo geffo geffo!" I shouted through the layers of... stuff that was Dave. He was holding me pretty tight and I couldn't get away. Damn him.
"Stop struggling Georgia I need to talk to you."
"No. NO!" I repeated for the zillionth time. Why do guys think no means yes?!
5 seconds later
I thought I would never escape his mad clutches but then I heard someone come up behind us.
"Hey... what are you doing to that poor lass?" A woman said. An old woman. Like more ancient than the Olds back home. Ouchy. More wrinkles too. I didn't think it was possible to have more wrinkles than Vati's forehead.
"Erm... nothing we're fine," Dave answered, still trying to keep hold of me.
I managed to swivel round so my face was free, "No it's not fine let me go!"
Then this weird thing happened. Weird in a good, thank baby Jesus, way. Because then the wrinkly lady started beating Dave with her handbag. And proper whacks I mean – I'm not talking about any pathetic girly slaps.
I bet she was a boxer in her youth.
They had boxing in the 1800s right?
20 seconds later
And I'm free! Thank you crazy lady! She just continued to hit Dave until he let me go. She probably has a brick in her handbag.
And when he released me she shouted, "Run like the wind good lass!"
I think I may have made a new friend. If only I wasn't feeling so merde I might actually enjoy the moment.
You know, if I hadn't just come all the way to Oasis to see my boyfriend and tell him I love him only to discover he's been having sex for God knows how long with some stupid girl I've never seen in the stupid dark rooms.
Yeah, if that hadn't happened I may be a tad more cheery.
1 minute later
She wasn't even pretty. Not in the slightest. Not even a little bit. Not-
2 seconds later
Ok she was a bloody supermodel. Not that I'm on the turn or anything because I am NOT, but she actually looked good in her underwear. I didn't think that was possible.
And she had long legs. Why did she have long legs?
And not even weedy sticky ones with knobbly knees like Wet Lindsey's.
1 second later
Why couldn't she at least have knobbly knees?!
2 minutes later
I hate Dave.
8 minutes later
Finally back at the cabin place. I got a bit disorientated on the way back. What bright spark decided to make a place where everywhere is identical? I swear I walked past the same tree about ten times.
Actually I probably did.
But I'm here and alive now. And that's about it considering it looks like I am doomed to be unhappy for all eternity. Again, thank you very much Big G.
Someone is getting a serious talking to when I get to heaven.
1 minute later
No one is here. Why is no one here? Where are all my so-called mates when I need them?!
30 seconds later
Barged right upstairs and into my room. I don't care if my mates aren't here I am leaving right now. I'll just pack up all my things and-
Oh, my things are already packed. This is why you don't unpack on short trips. That way you can make a quick getaway. Which will soon be demonstrated by Georgia Nicolson. Fab.
4 minutes later
Hurling my suitcase downstairs. Crikey this is a lot of work. Especially for someone who was recently crippled by the stairs of death.
2 minutes later
Still attempting to hurl my suitcase down the stairs. It's a bloody nightmare. How did I get it up in the first place? It's heavier than the Portly One after he's had Christmas Dinner. Not that I would know exactly, I don't want a death sentence. He would squish me to the underworld and beyond no doubt.
10 seconds later
I give up. My suitcase is officially lodged between the banister and the wall. How did it get in there? That gap is wayyyy to small for my gigantibus suitcase. It wouldn't even fit Vati's botty in there. Or Jas' big knickers.
2 minutes later
Sat in a heap on my suitcase. I tried bouncing up and down a bit to see if it would move but the weight of my nunga-nungas flying around nearly made me fall over. And I've fallen down enough set of stairs today.
Well actually just the one set but that's plenty for moi.
I really should have worn my extra tight over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder today.
There's a mirror on the wall here. Christ on Bike I look like Jas does after she's been on an extra long ramble. Except without the stupid happy grin on her face obviously. My hair looks like it's been dragged through a prickly bush. Repeatedly. And my makeup is all smudged over my face. That must have happened when I fell. Lovely.
Oh my Baby Jesus I've just realised something. My eyes are dry. Dry. Why in the name of raining hell are my eyes dry? I haven't blubbed yet. Why haven't I blubbed?
Have I finally run out of tears? Are my eyes broken? What's wrong with me?
Unless I just don't care anymore. Maybe I don't care that I didn't get to tell Dave that I love him because he was too busy sleeping with an un-knobbly kneed girl.
30 seconds later
Oh no. I've thought about it.
Here comes the blubbing.
10.20pm
Still in Oasis
Still in the house
Still on my stuck suitcase
Still blubbing
Why did I start? WHYYYYYYY?!
I can't bloody stop! I can't stop crying! Make it stop Big G make it stop.
I haven't even got panda eyes because I've blubbed so much that my tears washed all the blackness away. Now they're just red. I have evil eyes.
My tears could fill a bath. No a lake. An ocean. They could fill all the oceans in the world.
Stupid, stupid Dave.
I hate him I HATE HIM.
1 minute later
The door just went. I wish I could see who but all my effort has apparently gone into making my tears so I no energy left to move.
I bet it's the Ace Gang and their boyfriends that the luuuurve so much coming back to rub in my face how alone I am. Great.
2 minutes later
Oh. It's Liam. This could be awkward. Especially since I'm still crying for the whole of England. And he looks like he wants to die right now.
Me and you both pal.
30 seconds later
"Erm... are you ok?" Liam asked, taking a few steps towards me then halting. What sort of a question is that? Can he not see me?! Does he not have eyesssss?!
I want to scream at him, "OF COURSE I'M NOT OK YOU BLOODY FOOL AND BLUBBING SO MUCH I COULD DROWN!"
But I didn't. Because of all the tears.
"I... I... I..." I tried.
Liam took a step closer, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to..."
Pause. (But still blubbing).
"... you don't want to, do you?" Liam asked looked nervous.
Ha he can stop holding his breath. As if I would talk about this with him. No way. Never.
5 seconds later
"DAVVVVVVVVVVVE!" I suddenly bawled out of nowhere. Oh crikey not only are my teary eyes running riot but my mouth is too.
Liam jumped up like a jumping thing then eyed me apprehensively. "Erm... ok..."
"He... he..." I began, trying desperately to wipe away all the blubs, "he... girl... clothes... me... ran... dark... fell... stuck... lady... wrinkly... handbag... free... bag... home... stuck..."
Somehow Liam seemed to get the picture. Or at least the nub and gist. I think.
1 minute later
Liam is crouched down in front of me on the stairs.
"Do you want me to help you?"
I nodded quickly. Or as quick as possible. "Suitcase... down..." I said.
Liam frowned, as if just taking in the fact that I was sitting on a suitcase. How observant.
"Georgia where are you going?"
"I... go... home," I stuttered.
Liam looked at me, "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
I nodded like a nodding thing.
"I... I think you should stay." Liam said.
I frowned and shook my head widely spraying him with tears.
"Georgia it's nearly half 10 you can't leave now."
"..I... cannnn..."
Liam shook his head. But not in angry way, more like a sat way. Oh fab, now the meanest, most horrible boy on the planet is actually feeling sorry for me. Great. Just great. I am Miss Pathetico with her broken everything.
"How about this," Liam said, "you go back upstairs now and I'll drive you home in the morning?"
I jerked up and my eyes widened at him. Did he really just offer to do that for me? Really?
"I mean it," he said as if reading my thoughts.
I looked at him, trying to stop blubbing. It didn't work. I may need about five billion pillows tonight as they will get wet through.
2 minutes later
Liam is leading me up the stairs, his hand on my elbow. It's quite nice in a weird sort of way. In a way that I can't feel any happy emotions right now because I can't get the image of Dave and un-knobbly knees out my head.
I hate him.
10 seconds later
"Here," Liam said once we were in the room. "I'll sleep on the couch and make sure the others don't bother you when you come in."
I looked up at him and for a split second my tears stopped. "Thanks," I mumbled.
Liam gave me a small nod then shut the door.
I guess I'm all alone then.
All aloney on my owny. And not even my original bed of pain to comfort me.
Fab.
So... first chapter down? yes it was a short one but what did you think?
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Horns out ;D