Me: HOLA MI AMIGO'S!
Erik: Is that proper Spanish?
Me: Probably not. Okay, due to being fed false information, I got the date of when I start school wrong again. The phangirl get-together is changed back to August 30th.
Erik: Last change, we promise!
Disclaimer: I only own this plot. I don't even own the concept. Now I'm sad.
Me: Come on people! We're going somewhere today!
Erik: Why? We're playing Uno.
Christine: Pick up four Raoul!
Raoul: That's the fifth time! It's like you guys are working together to bring me down!
Christine: Uh…
Erik: *Whistles inconspicuously*
Me: We're going to the farm today.
Christine: The farm? You mean, with the kittens?
Erik: What is it with you and kittens? You already have Pickles!
Christine: I know, but there's nine out there!
Me: Actually, there are eight.
Christine: What?
Raoul: What happened to it?
Me: We gave away the runt to some friends of our family. They're actually going to be there.
Christine: Are they bringing the kitten?
Me: Probably not.
Christine: Aww. *Pouts*
Me: This is gonna be fun!
Raoul: Why do I doubt that?
Erik: Because you've been spending way to much time around me.
*We drive out to the farm and pile out*
Me: Oh they're here already. Guys, this is Parker and Victoria. They adopted the runt of the grey litter.
Christine: *Glares*
Me: Christine, calm down. They gave her a happy home with lots of love. No hate.
Christine: Fine.
Parker: Don't worry. The kitten is very happy.
Christine: Good.
Me: Come on, let's go get our swimsuits on.
*We get our swimsuits on and get in the pool*
Me: I'm gonna see how long I can hold my breath. *Dives*
Erik: Um…that was random.
Christine: Where did she go?
Raoul: I'm not sure.
Erik: I think I see her-YIPE!
Me: *Surfaces and inhales*
Erik: You grabbed my ankle!
Christine: Shark attack!
Me: Let…me…catch my…breath…before…I…come up…with…an…insulting…comeback.
Erik: I knew she knew they were insulting!
Raoul: How long were you down there?
Me: 38 seconds.
Erik: Wow.
Me: Not that impressive. My record is 45. Now I'm gonna try and break it! *Dives*
Christine: Why is she doing that?
Raoul: Apparently, she's trying to break a record.
Erik: It'll be good for her singing when she starts.
Christine: How?
Erik: Lung capacity.
Christine: Ah, I see.
Me: *Surfaces* 50…seconds. A…new…record. Now…I'm going…for a… full minute! *Dives*
Christine: Do you think she'll drown?
Erik: Hopefully.
Christine: Erik!
Raoul: I, have to agree with Erik.
Christine: Raoul!
Erik: She isn't very nice.
Raoul: She threatens to shear me on a regular basis.
Erik: She hid my mask. Twice.
Raoul: She puts her carnivorous poodle on my bed at night. I could have been eaten!
Erik: Did I mention the mask?
Me: *Surfaces* YES! I…held…my…breath…for…a…whole…minute! What did…I…miss?
Erik: Um…
Raoul: Nothing…
Christine: They were talking smack about you behind your back.
Erik/Raoul: CHRISTINE!
Me: Hey! You guys are dead! You hear me? Dead!
Erik: Run for it foppy!
Raoul: Didn't need to tell me twice. *They both run for it, with me right behind them*
Me: WHEN I CATCH YOU TWO, I WILL END YOU!
Erik: That didn't sound too pleasant.
Raoul: No it did not.
Erik: Run faster!
Raoul: Quick! Up the tree! *They scramble up a tree*
Me: Now this was your worst idea yet.
Raoul: Why?
Erik: *Has a sudden realization and facepalms* She loves tree climbing you idiot!
Me: *Starts climbing the tree*
Raoul: EEEEEE!
Erik: *Starts climbing higher up the tree* You're on your own Raoul.
Christine: *Runs into the yard* Erik? Raoul? Megan?
Raoul: AAAIIIEEEEEE! *Falls out of the tree*
Christine: Found Raoul.
Erik: AAAIIIEEEEE! *Falls out from higher up the tree*
Christine: Found Erik.
Me: Wheeee! *Jumps out of the tree*
Christine: And there's Megan!
Raoul: Ooooohh. I think I broke my leg!
Erik: I think I broke my nose.
Me: Suck it up. *Checks Raoul's leg and Erik's nose* You two are fine. Shake it off.
Erik: See? This is why we said you were mean!
Me: Hey, I checked, didn't I? I could have just left you here.
Erik: True.
Christine: Megan, your grandpa wants to know if you want to go riding.
Me: Do I? I'll be right back. *Leaves and comes back changed back into my clothes* Come on guys! Lets go catch some horses!
*We drive out to the barn with my grandpa in his truck*
Grandpa: I think Comet is out in the field. We'll have to go get him.
Christine: Um, Megan? What's wrong with your grandpa's eye?
Raoul: And his finger.
Me: Now those are some interesting stories.
Erik: Do tell.
Me: Well, one winter when my mom was a kid, the hose froze up. And as ant cartoon will tell you, the only way to fix it is to look straight in the barrel.
Erik: I can see where this is going.
Me: Frozen water came spraying out and hit him in the eye. He's been blind in that eye ever since.
Raoul: Ouch.
Christine: And his finger?
Me: He got it stuck in the reins of the horses when he was driving some horses. Lost half his finger.
Christine: Ooooohh.
Erik: Does he still work with horses?
Me: Yup. He's retired from cattle and the fields, but he still works with horses. He goes to shows and stuff. Right now he's raising four new riding horses.
Erik: Really?
Me: Yup. He normally raises percherons, but he has six, formerly two, riding horses. An Appaloosa, an Arab, and four new quarter horses he bought for his four fabulous granddaughters.
Erik: One of those wouldn't be you, would it?
Me: Speaking of which, my horse is the only one ready for riding right now. You know, after he bucked grandpa off.
Erik: You have one tough grandpa.
Me: Thank you. Now lets go get my horse!
*We drive out into the field and grandpa bridles my horse, Comet*
Grandpa: Okay, I'm going to take Comet back to the barn. Can you drive back?
Me: Is 'My Immortal' the worst fanfic ever written?
Grandpa: …
Me: It is. (A/N DON'T READ IT!)
Erik: Wait, you're going to be driving, by yourself?
Me: Yup.
Erik: With no one with a licence in the vehicle?
Me: Relax, I've done it before.
Erik: When?
Me: When I was first learning to drive. I didn't crash then, and I won't crash now. Get in the car.
*Ten seconds later*
Erik: AAAAAAHHH!
Christine: OH MY GOD WE'RE GOING TO DIE!
Raoul: I WANT MY MOMMY!
Me: GUYS! I'm just turning around! Lighten up!
*A few minutes later*
Me: Guys! We're here! You can stop hyperventilating Erik.
Erik: Who's hyperventilating I wasn't hyperventilating were you hyperventilating I wasn't hyperventilating *Starts hyperventilating*
Christine: ERIK! SNAP OUT OF IT! N*Slaps him*
Erik: Thanks. I needed that.
Raoul: Hey Megan, isn't that your mom?
Me: Hey, it is! She's picking crab apples! You guys have to try those. *Climbs out of the car*
Mom: Megan? Did you drive?
Me: Yup! I didn't crash or anything!
Erik: Until you get your license, I do not trust you behind the wheel.
Me: Come on. Let's go riding! *We run up to the barn where grandpa is saddling the horses* Watch your step in here.
Raoul: Why?
Me: Horses live here.
Raoul: *Backs up*
Christine: Hey, it's a kitten! And another! And ANOTHER!
Me: Yeah, they've left the stall and are wandering around the barn now. They're hunting too.
Erik: *Grabs a kitten playing with his cape* I'm warning you fuzzball. Do NOT, touch, the cape!
Christine: Erik! Be nice! *Takes kitten* He's just a grumpy man, isn't he? Yes he is, yes he is!
Erik: I've never understood people using baby talk on animals. It's weird.
Me: Guys! It's time to go riding! This is Lucky and Comet. Lucky is the oldest horse here, and Comet is my horse.
Christine: Hi Lucky! *Pets*
Raoul: Lucky definitely is old-YEOUCH!
Me: Oh right. Comet bites.
Erik: *Trying not to laugh*
*We head out to the corral and I climb on Comet*
Me: This is gonna be fun! *Starts riding*
Christine: *Riding on Lucky with Raoul* She is such a sweet horse!
Me: *Going a bit faster* This is fun! *Starts galloping* Whoa! WHOA!
Mom: Megan! Don't yell!
Me: Whoa boy! *Manages to stop him*
Erik: Why did you yell?
Me: It was the first time I've ever galloped on a horse and I nearly hit the fence. Give me some credit.
Erik: Credit given.
Christine: Wheee! Raoul, this is so much fun!
Raoul: Why do you get to sit on the saddle?
Christine: Because my dress is expensive.
Raoul: I still want to sit in the saddle.
Christine: Too bad.
Me: *Trotting around the corral* I'm trotting! I'm trotting!
Erik: We see that.
Me: Spoil sport.
Christine: Raoul, if you don't stop complaining, I'll push you off.
Raoul: Fine.
Erik: Hey, didn't you say there were three riding horses?
Me: Yeah, but only Grandpa can ride Newt. He's half-wild.
Erik: Where is he exactly?
Me: Probably in the field behind the barn
Erik: I'll be right back. *Slinks away*
Me: Well that can't possibly be foreshadowing anything dangerous and/or damage-causing!
Christine: Of course not! That would be way to predictable of Erik! He must have left right after you told him where the half-wild horse is for some other totally not suspicious reason!
Raoul: …Are you two serious?
Me: As serious as we'll ever be.
Christine: One hundred percent serious.
Raoul: And they call me stupid.
Me: Raoul, quit showing intelligence. It's out of character.
Raoul: Fine. *Grumbles*
Me: PG-13 Raoul!
Raoul: How did you even hear that?
Erik: *Goes thundering by on a large horse* WOO!
Me: We should have seen this coming.
Raoul: Oh, you THINK?
Me: After him!
Christine: Hi ho Lucky, AWAAAAY!
Raoul: *Clinging to Christine* OH MY GOD DON'T- Wait, is this running?
Christine: Megan did say she was old.
Me: ERIK! STOP!
Erik: DON'T YELL!
Me: Sorry. Stop Erik! Bring the horse back!
Erik: Why?
Me: Because when we go back, which you'll have to, Grandpa will kill you. Also, why are you even running? It makes no sense at all. You'll just have to come back anyway, and if you can handle Newt now you can just ride him around the corral.
Erik: …Good point. *Turns around*
Me: It's okay guys! I got him!
Grandpa: Why did you even run away?
Erik: I don't know.
*We ride around for a bit, then hop off and put the horses away*
Me: That was fun.
Erik: Yes it was. You were right, Newt is a pretty hard-to-handle horse.
Me: I know. Lets go eat some crap apples!
Christine: Does your Grandma have crab apples?
Me: We have a few trees.
Christine: So let's go back to the house and get some!
Me: Back to the house? Why go back when we can pick them off the tree! *Starts picking and eating crab apples*
Christine: Eeeewww! But they're dirty!
Me: So?
Erik: *Tries one* They are pretty good.
Raoul: *Tries one* Eeeeww! They're sour!
Me: They are called crab apples for a reason. *Eats more*
Christine: How can you eat those? Where are you putting them?
Me: My feet.
Erik: I knew there was a reason they were so big!
Me: *Glares* Do you enjoy life?
Erik: Yes.
Me: Then shut up.
Erik: Shutting up.
Me: And that was our day at the farm!
Erik: That was fun.
Me: Remember, the date of the phangirl get-together is changed back to the 30th. If you haven't already, send in your songs. If you haven't signed up yet, do so soon!
Christine: Don't forget to review!