Disclaimer:
Fred: PHE doesn't own anything, especially her sanity, since she is currently running around bouncing off of rubber fences like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.
Sam:.....Why?
Fred: Exams are next week, and she hasn't studied for algebra, band, choir, OR history.
Sam: There are rubber fences outside her house?
Fred: She's not at her house.
Sam: Where is she?
Fred: School.
Sam: There's rubber fences at her school?
(CRASH!)
PHE:....Ow.....
Fred: Nope.
Chapter One Scary Birthday Presents
"Wake up, Freddy dear!"
Fred moaned and rolled over away from the sweet voice that was dragging him out of his sweet void called sleep.
"Come on, Fred, you can't sleep all day."
"Why not?" Fred mumbled, pulling the duvet cover over his head to block out the sun and his mother.
"Because it's your birthday." She pointed out.
"All the more reason to stay IN the bed!" Fred argued, and he scooted down further under the covers.
"But all the more reason to get out of bed if you want to open some of your presents no-"
Fred was out of bed and shooing his mom out of his room before she could finish her sentence. "Go mom, go!" he cried as he slammed the door shut.
"Don't forget that you and Sam's trip to New Zealand is in two weeks. You have told you-"
"Yes, mom, I have told my teachers, and they all have given me work to take or have excused me from the assignments." Fred said with a sigh. He pulled open his shirt drawer as his mom walked back down the stairs and hastily pulled out his clothes for the day. Then he showered, dressed, and rushed down the stairs in a record time of 20 minutes.
"Well, is the birthday boy hungry?" His mom asked from where she stood at the stove. Fred could smell fresh pancakes and eggs sizzling in a frying pan. Fred nodded eagerly as he slid into his seat and saw that both his dad and his best friend Samantha (more commonly known as Sam) was at the table.
"Happy Birthday, Son." Fred's dad said as he took a sip of his tea. Fred's dad didn't drink coffee. He preferred non-caffeinated drinks.
"Yeah, happy birthday, Fred." Sam said, shoving a small, wrapped package into her friend's hands.
"Whadaya want me to do with this?" Fred asked with a lopsided grin. Sam gave him a look.
"Stick it up your ass, dumbo." She muttered, then she smiled. "I want you to open it, Fred." She said sweetly, then she and Fred both burst into laughter.
"Open it quickly, dear." His mom said as she set down his and Sam's plates. "You still have to open our presents, and your Uncle Bob."
Fred nodded, and, ignoring his food, he tore apart the wrappings of the package in his hands, revealing...
"Wow!" Fred breathed. It was a brand new skateboard that he had been eyeing from the shop down town.
He opened his parent's presents, which were...
"Joy..." Fred muttered. "Clothes." Sam laughed, and Fred's dad shoved the uncles present into his hands.
It was a small, unadorned box, with the lid taped down to the sides.
"Open it." Sam said eagerly. "I wonder what it is."
So Fred did, and found...
A/N: wow.... Cliffie....not really.... Okay.... I like dots................................................ Alright, I'm okay.
For anyone wondering about what S.O.S. said from the last authors note, he said no. oh well. ........................................................
I don't get what the difference is between linear and nonlinear in algebra...well, I mean I can't remember....... Any one know? Tell me please!!!! My exam for algebra is next Wednesday!!!
Well, sorry for the somewhat shortness, but as my friend said, cliffie's are good.
Well, im gonna try to write back to you wonderful reviewers in the next chapter, since I have to go to the teen center and then the band picnic and I need money and im going to London on Saturday to seem "Fame." And harry potter 3 is a really good movie....
Okay..................................................................................................
Bye, smelly kittens...... my brittish friend is coming to school tomorrow! Everyone say "Hi Hana!"
............................................ I like dots.
Fred: PHE doesn't own anything, especially her sanity, since she is currently running around bouncing off of rubber fences like the Scarecrow in the Wizard of Oz.
Sam:.....Why?
Fred: Exams are next week, and she hasn't studied for algebra, band, choir, OR history.
Sam: There are rubber fences outside her house?
Fred: She's not at her house.
Sam: Where is she?
Fred: School.
Sam: There's rubber fences at her school?
(CRASH!)
PHE:....Ow.....
Fred: Nope.
Chapter One Scary Birthday Presents
"Wake up, Freddy dear!"
Fred moaned and rolled over away from the sweet voice that was dragging him out of his sweet void called sleep.
"Come on, Fred, you can't sleep all day."
"Why not?" Fred mumbled, pulling the duvet cover over his head to block out the sun and his mother.
"Because it's your birthday." She pointed out.
"All the more reason to stay IN the bed!" Fred argued, and he scooted down further under the covers.
"But all the more reason to get out of bed if you want to open some of your presents no-"
Fred was out of bed and shooing his mom out of his room before she could finish her sentence. "Go mom, go!" he cried as he slammed the door shut.
"Don't forget that you and Sam's trip to New Zealand is in two weeks. You have told you-"
"Yes, mom, I have told my teachers, and they all have given me work to take or have excused me from the assignments." Fred said with a sigh. He pulled open his shirt drawer as his mom walked back down the stairs and hastily pulled out his clothes for the day. Then he showered, dressed, and rushed down the stairs in a record time of 20 minutes.
"Well, is the birthday boy hungry?" His mom asked from where she stood at the stove. Fred could smell fresh pancakes and eggs sizzling in a frying pan. Fred nodded eagerly as he slid into his seat and saw that both his dad and his best friend Samantha (more commonly known as Sam) was at the table.
"Happy Birthday, Son." Fred's dad said as he took a sip of his tea. Fred's dad didn't drink coffee. He preferred non-caffeinated drinks.
"Yeah, happy birthday, Fred." Sam said, shoving a small, wrapped package into her friend's hands.
"Whadaya want me to do with this?" Fred asked with a lopsided grin. Sam gave him a look.
"Stick it up your ass, dumbo." She muttered, then she smiled. "I want you to open it, Fred." She said sweetly, then she and Fred both burst into laughter.
"Open it quickly, dear." His mom said as she set down his and Sam's plates. "You still have to open our presents, and your Uncle Bob."
Fred nodded, and, ignoring his food, he tore apart the wrappings of the package in his hands, revealing...
"Wow!" Fred breathed. It was a brand new skateboard that he had been eyeing from the shop down town.
He opened his parent's presents, which were...
"Joy..." Fred muttered. "Clothes." Sam laughed, and Fred's dad shoved the uncles present into his hands.
It was a small, unadorned box, with the lid taped down to the sides.
"Open it." Sam said eagerly. "I wonder what it is."
So Fred did, and found...
A/N: wow.... Cliffie....not really.... Okay.... I like dots................................................ Alright, I'm okay.
For anyone wondering about what S.O.S. said from the last authors note, he said no. oh well. ........................................................
I don't get what the difference is between linear and nonlinear in algebra...well, I mean I can't remember....... Any one know? Tell me please!!!! My exam for algebra is next Wednesday!!!
Well, sorry for the somewhat shortness, but as my friend said, cliffie's are good.
Well, im gonna try to write back to you wonderful reviewers in the next chapter, since I have to go to the teen center and then the band picnic and I need money and im going to London on Saturday to seem "Fame." And harry potter 3 is a really good movie....
Okay..................................................................................................
Bye, smelly kittens...... my brittish friend is coming to school tomorrow! Everyone say "Hi Hana!"
............................................ I like dots.