"Everything is peachy," Neal commented as he and Kel headed to the mess hall for dinner. Suddenly he stopped, looking like he'd just been told philosophy was outlawed. Or that girls had been canceled. "Wait, how can everything be peachy? Your horse is named Peachy, but he isn't peachy, he's just the opposite! So does peachy really mean what it means? Or is it all just a conspiracy?
Kel only rolled her eyes, and called down the hall, "Hey, Owen, wait up. I think Neal's having a nervous breakdown."
Turning around Owen grinned. "Hey! So, what's new?" he asked, pausing in his mad dash to the mess hall.
Catching up to him, Kel said, "Didn't I just tell you? Neal's having a nervous breakdown." They had now entered the main hallway leading to the mess halls, and joining them in their journey were knights, assorted pages and squires, Lord Wyldon, King Jonathan, and even a few families who had missed their breakfast in the Great Hall. {A/N: k, so I just *assumed* that's where they eat, but can you blame me? I mean, I don't think those apartments have kitchens...}
Out of the corner of her eye, Kel caught sight of the Lioness and a man - whom she presumed was Lady Alanna's husband - as well as three children. Two looked to be around ten and the third, who's red hair was as striking, or more so, than his mother's, looked to be around Kel's age.
Neal and Owen followed her eyes, and sighed. "Ke-el...Ke-el...you know, sometime you may actually need to watch where you going. You cou -"
Neal was cut off as he suddenly ran into the door leading into the mess hall. "Do that," he finished lamely.
Laughing, the three opened the door and entered the hall. They were followed by Lord Wyldon and the others. And the Lioness.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she tried to tune into the conversation between Owen and Neal. But as soon as she did, she realized they were talking about peachy again. I'll show them peachy, she thought. I'm tired, excited, and I feel like body-slamming somebody into a wall. And I have SERIOUS PMS...so if they don't shut up . . .
Quickly she ducked as a plate came flying toward and - luckily - over her head. And straight into the wall, smashing oatmeal, sausages, and cream everywhere. And all over everyone. At their angry sounds, she vaugly wondered if she should have ducked.
"Soooo Sorry Keladry," Joren's sarcastic voice came through the crowd from one of the tables.
Kel raised her eyebrows. "Oh don't apologize to me Joren, why don't you tell everyone that's covered in your food that you're sorry."
Neal and Owen stopped their analysis of the word peachy long enough to snigger. Next thing they knew, they eac
h had their very own pancake plastered to their chests. Well, Neal's chest, Owen's face.
Again Joren apologized, and Kel said, "Joren, I don't know if it's just me, but I think you need to get your eyes checked . . . and work on your aim a little." She raised her arms and spread them wide to indicate "a little". "Just a little."
Joren growled. "Ooooh Girl, you are going to be sorry . . . "
"Was that a threat?" Neal asked innocently.
"Because I'm pretty sure it was a threat," Owen added, then turning to Neal, he said, "Don't you think it was a threat?" Neal nodded, and them solemnly said, "And that's not peachy."
Kel through up her hands. "Enough with the peachy already, okay?"
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A/N: so, what d'ya think? it's kinda short (i think) but oh well...i think i've spoiled you what with the whole "four chapters a day thing..." and thanks to all my reviewers: Suzie (yitigou itigare jitigust bitigeitiging itiga bitigitch! lol, bitigut itigi litigove yitigou itiganitigywitigays!) and Jaelawyn Noble (here's your more...)
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Kel only rolled her eyes, and called down the hall, "Hey, Owen, wait up. I think Neal's having a nervous breakdown."
Turning around Owen grinned. "Hey! So, what's new?" he asked, pausing in his mad dash to the mess hall.
Catching up to him, Kel said, "Didn't I just tell you? Neal's having a nervous breakdown." They had now entered the main hallway leading to the mess halls, and joining them in their journey were knights, assorted pages and squires, Lord Wyldon, King Jonathan, and even a few families who had missed their breakfast in the Great Hall. {A/N: k, so I just *assumed* that's where they eat, but can you blame me? I mean, I don't think those apartments have kitchens...}
Out of the corner of her eye, Kel caught sight of the Lioness and a man - whom she presumed was Lady Alanna's husband - as well as three children. Two looked to be around ten and the third, who's red hair was as striking, or more so, than his mother's, looked to be around Kel's age.
Neal and Owen followed her eyes, and sighed. "Ke-el...Ke-el...you know, sometime you may actually need to watch where you going. You cou -"
Neal was cut off as he suddenly ran into the door leading into the mess hall. "Do that," he finished lamely.
Laughing, the three opened the door and entered the hall. They were followed by Lord Wyldon and the others. And the Lioness.
Pushing her hair out of her eyes, she tried to tune into the conversation between Owen and Neal. But as soon as she did, she realized they were talking about peachy again. I'll show them peachy, she thought. I'm tired, excited, and I feel like body-slamming somebody into a wall. And I have SERIOUS PMS...so if they don't shut up . . .
Quickly she ducked as a plate came flying toward and - luckily - over her head. And straight into the wall, smashing oatmeal, sausages, and cream everywhere. And all over everyone. At their angry sounds, she vaugly wondered if she should have ducked.
"Soooo Sorry Keladry," Joren's sarcastic voice came through the crowd from one of the tables.
Kel raised her eyebrows. "Oh don't apologize to me Joren, why don't you tell everyone that's covered in your food that you're sorry."
Neal and Owen stopped their analysis of the word peachy long enough to snigger. Next thing they knew, they eac
h had their very own pancake plastered to their chests. Well, Neal's chest, Owen's face.
Again Joren apologized, and Kel said, "Joren, I don't know if it's just me, but I think you need to get your eyes checked . . . and work on your aim a little." She raised her arms and spread them wide to indicate "a little". "Just a little."
Joren growled. "Ooooh Girl, you are going to be sorry . . . "
"Was that a threat?" Neal asked innocently.
"Because I'm pretty sure it was a threat," Owen added, then turning to Neal, he said, "Don't you think it was a threat?" Neal nodded, and them solemnly said, "And that's not peachy."
Kel through up her hands. "Enough with the peachy already, okay?"
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Disclaimer: I don't own a thing...I just sit here at my computer all day and type...so don't sue me!
A/N: so, what d'ya think? it's kinda short (i think) but oh well...i think i've spoiled you what with the whole "four chapters a day thing..." and thanks to all my reviewers: Suzie (yitigou itigare jitigust bitigeitiging itiga bitigitch! lol, bitigut itigi litigove yitigou itiganitigywitigays!) and Jaelawyn Noble (here's your more...)
Please read and review...please....please...please!