Fathom here…AGAIN! I am just sooo into this story so I just wanna keep on writing! I dedicate this to my lovely red cape, which is the loveliest cape EVER! M'kay, here's the story…
Oh, and Emmeline is Jack Skellington's Mistress, which has also appeared in my To Peeve that Ugerly Elf off story, and I have appeared in her GOD ARYA IS SUCH A SUCKY LITTLE WET THING.
Ok. Onto the story…
Where we were last…
Hey, they don't have salad!
"One moment please," I said to the counter lady, and ran back to our booth thing. Arya was having a break-down, and Eragon was rubbing his arms, his eyes darting nervously. Murtagh looks like he's going to go cannibalistic, which would be quite sad for all the Murtagh-Obsession girls out there. Roran was waiting patiently, Emmeline was trying to get her shin to stop hurting, and I was clutching my red cape with silver moons and stars.
"What are we gonna do?" wailed Arya.
"We're going to Maccas, what's what were gonna do!" I replied. "Back in the Hummer!"
We marched out, and went to the carpark. But, where our car used to be, was an empty space. The Hummer was stolen!
Dude, Where's our Hummer?
I cried. My brand-new Hummer, which I have applied my Triple J (a really cool radio station), was stolen! I sat down and started to have a fit.
"My Hummer! (Sob) It has my (sniff) Ok-Go CD in it! (Wail)" Roran comforted me. I looked out onto the highway. I saw some jerks laughing their heads off in a big black Hummer with a Triple J sticker.
Wait.
THAT'S MY HUMMER!
I made a silent prayer of thanks to the Folloffel llama, and yelled to the gang,
"LOOK! THE HUMMER! THE FERRARI GUYS HAVE IT!" And indeed they have. I said some words which I shall not utter here, and glanced at the discarded Ferrari. Then, it dawned on me.
I jumped up and down like a cappuccino jelly bean and went to the Ferrari. I hugged it. I've always wanted a Ferrari. When the gang finally saw me, they cheered like mad. Unfortunately, it was too small to fit all of us, so I had to pick one person to come in it with me. Hmmm.
"Emmeline?"
"Yeah?"
"Have you ever wanted to go in a Ferrari?"
"All the fricken time!"
"Well, today is your lucky day!"
"WOOOO!" We clambered into the Ferrari.
"Hey, what about us?" Eragon said.
"Well, girls have smaller bodies and we run out of energy easier so, you can walk!" Emmeline replied.
"But I'm a girl!" Arya cried out.
"Well, there are four reasons why you're not allowed:
1. Because you're an elf and are stronger.
2. You're basically classified as a man.
3. The Ferrari has no space, unless you're willing to hop in the boot.
4. BECAUSE I SAID SO!" I yelled.
Arya looked downcast, and trudged along.
"Cheer up! It's only 5km!" I said cheerfully. Emmeline and I peeled out of the carpark, whooping like mad idiots. When we looked back, it looked like they were in the video clip for "Boulevard of Broken Dream" by Green Day. I swore that I could hear Murtagh singing.
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Thank you for reading this story! I had a real blast writing this, so please R&R!
Also, thank you Emmeline, for actually realizing you're in this story around chapter 3!
Am now expecting reviews saying it's too short… I KNOW! I just want to finish this and get another story out on this! Also, the 2nd thing tends to be shorter. Don't worry, it's just me being lazy.