Okay, I'm having a life-threatening case of writers block. Fine, maybe it's not life-threatening but it's extremely annoying. So now she's met Kel, what are they supposed to do together?! You know what, I'm just going to write and what ever happens happens so please don't stone me if this sucks.
Ch.4- A mix of Jerry Springer and Tortall
"Uhh, yes. I'm Kel." By this time Vinson had retreated inside.
"I'd better go. Maybe I'll see you around. Hey, do you think you could help me with something. I have to buy supplies for this mission, and since you work with the King's Own, you could tell me what I need." I suggested.
"Sure. I've got to do some errands tomorrow anyway. After lunch?"
"That'd be great! See ya tomorrow then!" I yelled as I ran inside. She nodded.
"Mother! I refuse to marry that, that, that girl!" Vinson bellowed to his mother sitting in the salon.
"Vinson! What did that wench do to you son?" she asked sympathtically.
"She, she, she was downright crude, Mother. She is a heathen, not a girl!" stuttered Vinson. Duchess Marjorie shot me a hateful look of contempt.
"Of course son! You don't have to marry this lowborn heathen if you don't want to. Eleanora, the wedding is off. Obviously your daughter is not Genlith material. And to think I even contemplated your daughter and my perfect son!"
"Who the hell do you think you are?" my mother screamed.
"You be the one all up in heah thinkin you all big and bad! You wish you had some a this, know what I'm sayin?" shot back Marjorie.
Corny background and host appear
"So your saying Eleanora is jealous of you, Marjorie?" the host asks.
"Yeaha. Cuz she be all like "Yeaha, u know your son couldn't get a squirrel to marry him if he had walnuts in his pants!" know what I'm sayin? And I be like, yeaha right! My son be the one who is too good for your cheap, tacky, dumb, daughter, know what I'm sayin?"
"Sure. What's your side here Eleanora?"
"Man, she be lyin! She be lyin! That disgusting, repulsive Vinson come onto my daughter and when she burned him, the baby runs to his mommy!"
"Not uh! No! Un uh. She be the one lyin!"
"Wha! Na, you did not just say that!"
"And what? And what, huh? And what?" Marjorie said, standing up and gesturing with her hands.
"Oh, u want some a this? Come on then! Let's go!" Eleanora screeched, standing up and getting into her fighting stance.
"Man, I'ma bust u up!"
(The fight gets pretty intense here, young children might want to stop reading here.)
(Wait! How did a young child get on the internet and why do you know how to read?)
Anyway, Marjorie grabs an armchair and begins to swing it wildly.
"Hey man! What the hell u be doin! Man, geroff me!" (Marjorie is aprehended by studio police and dragged backstage.)
Eleanora straightens her tube top and pushes one of her glue-on acryllic nails back into place.
"You see what I be sayin? Those Genliths be nothin but backwoods trailor trash! Didja know Marjories' cousin be her brother too? Huh? You know that? Too mich inbreedin in that family, u ask me."
"Okay, now we'll take some questions from the audience. Yes, you there ma'am."
"Yeaha, this if for the lady in the tube top. Yo, why you go round thinkin you better than that other lady? What so wrong with a little inbreedin? My mother also be my aunt but hey, we aint no trailer trash."
Loud agreement from audience.
"Well, that's all the time we have for today. So until next time, take care of yourself, and each other.
I know that was extremely stupid, but hopefully it has cured my writers block. I tried to make it funny and I apologized for failing catastrophicly. The next chapter will be on track, hopefully and contain some plot furthuring scenes. At least this chapter got Vinson out of the way. Review please!