So...er...this is a TINY chapter. Really Small. Like Seriously. But I wrote it a long time ago, and I wasn't sure where to put it. I decided to make it my first bonus chapter.
Basically, once in a while, if I get a really random idea for a chapter, I'll post it as a bonus one. It won't have much to do with the plot, and I'll only put them in once we're past the point where they will spoil something. Any that I don't post in the middle of the story, I will post at the end. Think of them like deleted scenes. So, this one for example, would take place at about the time of the last few chapters. I just never decided where EXACTLY to put it, but I HAD to include it.
Moving on, I've already started the next real chapter, and that MIGHT be ready today, but I make no promises. I should be able to get it to you before next Monday though. Thanks to all of you who faved/followed. 92 reviews! I never thought I'd see the day! YAASSS
Disclaimer: So, as per usual, I don't...*SOBS*...I don't own LOZ. Nor do I own any of the songs I included in this chapter, or, for that matter, any of the book really. I don't write my own songs; you really do NOT want to see that. That would be something...
What? There's MUSIC? Well, this is a LOZ fic, so ya. Music's a big part of it; especially in later chapters. Our MC Marissa is a bit of a music nerd, (hence playing clarinet, obsession with LOZ series, etc...) so she makes a lot of music references, with some other pop culture references. You'll notice that she often listens to music when she gets into a tough mental state of mind. Anyway, HOT DANG! This was a looonggg A/N. SORRY! I'll let you read my pathetically short chapter now, K? K.
Marissa's POV
After several days of being Ghirahim's servant, I was losing my mind. For one thing, it was always, 'Hey servant, do this! Do that! Fetch this! Get me that!'
It was horrible. Pure torture. I mean, I actually enjoy doing favors for people, but this was getting to be ridiculous! He was treating me like a servant or something.
Oh wait. Right.
Anyway, flat out defying him didn't work, and neither did trying to escape. I had learned that the hard way.
I was starting to get really bored, too. While I was constantly being ordered around throughout the day, I still didn't have much to do. Ghirahim went about his business for most of the morning and afternoon, ordering around his servants. Then, in the evening, he would wrap up the day's work.
Currently, he was doing some sort of paperwork in the dining room. So, basically, my only options were sitting here in my room, twiddling my thumbs, braiding and unbraiding my hair, or pacing. So naturally, being me, I was bored beyond measure. All my nervous and normal hyperactive energy was stored up inside, making me uncomfortable. Pacing helped, but it wasn't enough.
I'd always almost been ADHD, constantly being distracted and way to energetic. My knee constantly had a twitch in it when I was sitting down. And when I was just sitting quietly—or doing anything for that matter—I always had hundreds of thoughts banging around in my mind. Usually a song was stuck in my head, too. Between this and my nature to be a bit OCD, I struggled to concentrate long enough to get anything done in good time. Usually, though, I managed to stay focused long enough to get my work done. And I was doing pretty good—straight A's every quarter ever since we started getting letter grades. The problem was, after a long session of homework, or any other tedious task, I usually was brimming with nervous energy.
The only thing was if I were to unleash the energy, I couldn't take it back. I had to let it out; run around, yell, do something. But I couldn't.
Or…maybe I could. Maybe now was a perfect time for one of my episodes. Perhaps if I annoyed Ghirahim enough, he'd decide it wasn't worth it to keep me hostage, and he'd and let me go.
I stood up. This would not be an easy task. But being a younger sister, I had perfected the task of being annoying while someone was trying to work. It was kind of fun. I had developed many methods to the art of hyper-activeness. Now, to choose the right one.
With a grin, I unleashed the monster.
Ghirahim's POV
I looked up from my tedious work as I heard footsteps pounding down the stairs. The servant girl bolted past me, into the nearest hallway, bellowing, "SWEET CAR-O-LINE, BUH, BUH, BUH. GOOD TIMES NEVER FELT SO GOOD."
I watched her race down the halls, almost bowling down unsuspecting bokoblins and demons. After a few laps, she jumped into the chair next to me, and clung to the back of it, rocking it violently.
"Servant, have you lost your—"
"IF I WERE A RICH MAN…DI-DEL-DEE-DEL-DI-DULL-DUM! ALL DAY LONG I'D…DEE-DULL-DI-DULL-DEE-DULL-DI-DULL-DUM! IF I WERE A WEALTHY MAN!" She shouted, in what sounded like her mocking version of a male's singing voice. I glared at her, and she stared back with an impish look on her face.
"OOOOOKLAHOMA where the wind comes sweeping down the PLAINES! And the waving WHEAT, can sure smell SWEET, when the wind comes right after the RAAIIIN!"
I glared at her. She was doing this to anger me; I was sure of it.
"Do be quiet, Sky Child, I'm trying to—"
"WE know we belong to the LAND! And the LAND we belong to is GRAND. And when we say…YOW!...AI-YIP-AI-YO-EE-YAYY…We're only saying YOU'RE doing FINE OKLAHOMA, OK-LA-HO-MA, OK."
I sent a snarl in her direction. "YOU MISERABLE LITTLE BRAT! I SWEAR I WILL MAKE YOU WISH YOU'D NEVER BEEN BORN" I shouted.
She clicked her tongue and shook her head in disapproval.
"Some-day, I'll-be, livin' in a big ol' ci-ty. And all you're ever gonna be is MEAN!" She sang, jumping on top of the table.
"Sit down!" I snapped, losing my patience again.
"The people all said 'sit down, sit down you're rockin' the boat!'"
"What boat? You are wrecking my eardrums!"
"I CAME IN LIKE A WRECKING BALL! ALL I EVER—"
"SHUT UP! Why must you molest me so?" I growled.
"Cause it's fun!" She answered. "'F' is for friends who do stuff together, 'U' is for you and me, 'N' is for 'nywhere and 'nytime at all, down here in the deep blue sea!"
I clenched my fists. "You don't know what you're doing…"
"STANDING IN THE HALL OF FAME! AND THE WORLD'S GONNA KNOW YOUR NAME!...Um…I forgot the words…SOMETHING."
"Child, I swear you will die a painful, agonizing—"
"It's fun to stay at the YMCA, IT's—"
I slapped a hand over her mouth. "YOU ARE MAKING ME FURIOUS!" I shouted. She bit my glove, and I yanked away my hand. "I'm warning you, you animal…" I said. She looked at me with a wild look in her eyes. Then she bowed her head.
"You're right. I'm making you upset on purpose. I'm being very immature."
"Yes, yes you are."
"Completely unacceptable. Very unkind of me."
"Indeed."
"But could you just do one thing for me? Please?" She asked, giving me an innocent look with those round blue eyes of hers.
I scowled at her. "Possibly. What would it be?"
"Let it go."
"Excuse me?"
"LET IT GO, LET IT GO, I couldn't hold it back anymore. LET IT GO, LET IT—" I managed to warp away before I could hear any more.
Yeah, like I said. Short. My music, in order, was:
Sweet Caroline- Neil Diamond
Various songs from the musicals Fiddler On The Roof, Oklahoma!, and Guys & Dolls.
Mean- Taylor Swift
Wrecking Ball- Miley Cyrus
Fun- Spongebob Squarepants
Hall of Fame- The Script
YMCA- Village People
Let It Go-Idina Menzel
I do not own any of these songs, and they are copyrights of their respective owners. I used them in my fic for fun, not for profit, and did not intend to infringe any copyrights. Thanks.
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~Catwhiskers24~
