*Kathleen here. I wasn't planning on having an A/N at the beginning, mainly because I had nothing to say. But I want to make a direct note to Gothic Valley Girl.
This is my note.
I needed a nice theme for my summer festival. If I choose to continue past the summer, I'd like to make some key scenes during the aforesaid festival.
I sat. And thought. And thought. Until my computer's screen saver came on. So, I walked into my room. The first thing I saw on my wall was a pennant for the Apple Festival held annually in my town. I thought, 'hey, that festival is fun. I could use that…' However, I decided against it because it didn't seem right to put things from my real life into my fic. So, I planned to mirror the fun things from the festival and such, if I even wrote one about the summertime.
Then, I got your reply about olives. I knew that pears were from the movie only, but I didn't feel the need to change it, as pears seemed to just fit in so well.
I did not like it that you said 'Who'd want to go to a pear festival?' Because, truth be told, I live in a small town…miles away from large towns. We look forward to stuff like that because there is a limited amount of things that you can do in a dinky little town like mine. When you get a fun thing in my town, you enjoy it. You certainly don't look upon its name. Genovia, apparently, isn't very big, so they probably look forward to things like that. I'm sure that they have more than I do in my little town because they are a country, a federal thing, not a municipal thing.
Thank you for bringing attention to this. Naturally, I had assumed that I wouldn't have any trouble with it, but it's always nice to know that someone did have small difficulty with it, and made sure that no one else would. Its people like you, Gothic Valley Girl, that make the world a place with less confusion and better people. Might I add that you are one of those better people, as some people would just shrug it off and leave it un-explained. J Kathleen.
Now, with that out of the way, here's the fic.
-Next Day-
My head hurts. My side hurts. My leg hurts. I'm so cramped it's not funny. This seat is very comfy. Or, at least it was. At three AM this morning, when I, sleepy as a possum, crawled into this seat, not in the kitchen. There was a steward in the kitchen area, and Grandmere simply didn't want me fraternizing with the help. Conversely, I LIKED this seat then. I curled up with absolutely NO worrying thoughts in my head, pulled a blanket over the already sleepy Lilly Moscovitz in the next seat and myself, and fell asleep. I woke up again at about 5 when I heard the captain tell the only steward not to let us get out of our seats until she told him otherwise. Turbulence. It figures.
I thought it would be for like an hour or so. But no. It's been 7 hours. I don't think I can last any longer. The turbulence got so bad that my dad has been in the kitchen throwing up. Grandmere hates the feeling of sick people. Erupting Ill persons, she says, should be put away and looked after, unless they have prior duties.
We're not allowed to get out of our seats, is what I'm getting at. We have to sit here. Lilly and I played a game of catch with a marble from the bottom of her purse until it I dropped it and it rolled all down the hall. No one could go get it.
My leg hurts most of all. It feels like………………pain. Yucky pain. Not the kind of pain that dies off or you forget about for awhile, the kind that bothers you and you so badly want to change it but YOU CAN'T for some reason or another. My reason is that there is extreme turbulence and our pilot fears that we'll get hurt if we stand up.
I'm going to nap.
-In the limo to the palace-
BAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm so happy to get off that miserable plane. I couldn't even nap because my leg kept bothering me. I counted as high as I could until the pilot said we could take off our seat belts. But that was about 9 minutes before we had to land.
I think the only reason she let us is because Grandmere started picking on things and telling us her complete hatred for them. Like two-piece sleeveless suits with big buttons down the middle. I had no idea she could get any more annoying than she already is.
The second we got into the Limo dad called Mom and told her we'd landed safely. Then, Lilly called her parents and told them the same thing. Michael answered, saying they weren't home.
And that he needed to talk to me.
I thought it was something horrible. I mean, when do you use the word 'need' over the age of 9 when it isn't an emergency?
But he needed to make sure I was okay after all that turbulence.
Awwwwww……………. How sweet. How unlike Michael sweet.
Note to self- make sure sappiness doesn't appear quite as much in relationship with MM. Though I love him, I absolutely hate to see that he is going to treat me like that.
Lilly said Michael will snap out of it and start acting like himself when I come home. He apparently misses me deeply.
This is my note.
I needed a nice theme for my summer festival. If I choose to continue past the summer, I'd like to make some key scenes during the aforesaid festival.
I sat. And thought. And thought. Until my computer's screen saver came on. So, I walked into my room. The first thing I saw on my wall was a pennant for the Apple Festival held annually in my town. I thought, 'hey, that festival is fun. I could use that…' However, I decided against it because it didn't seem right to put things from my real life into my fic. So, I planned to mirror the fun things from the festival and such, if I even wrote one about the summertime.
Then, I got your reply about olives. I knew that pears were from the movie only, but I didn't feel the need to change it, as pears seemed to just fit in so well.
I did not like it that you said 'Who'd want to go to a pear festival?' Because, truth be told, I live in a small town…miles away from large towns. We look forward to stuff like that because there is a limited amount of things that you can do in a dinky little town like mine. When you get a fun thing in my town, you enjoy it. You certainly don't look upon its name. Genovia, apparently, isn't very big, so they probably look forward to things like that. I'm sure that they have more than I do in my little town because they are a country, a federal thing, not a municipal thing.
Thank you for bringing attention to this. Naturally, I had assumed that I wouldn't have any trouble with it, but it's always nice to know that someone did have small difficulty with it, and made sure that no one else would. Its people like you, Gothic Valley Girl, that make the world a place with less confusion and better people. Might I add that you are one of those better people, as some people would just shrug it off and leave it un-explained. J Kathleen.
Now, with that out of the way, here's the fic.
-Next Day-
My head hurts. My side hurts. My leg hurts. I'm so cramped it's not funny. This seat is very comfy. Or, at least it was. At three AM this morning, when I, sleepy as a possum, crawled into this seat, not in the kitchen. There was a steward in the kitchen area, and Grandmere simply didn't want me fraternizing with the help. Conversely, I LIKED this seat then. I curled up with absolutely NO worrying thoughts in my head, pulled a blanket over the already sleepy Lilly Moscovitz in the next seat and myself, and fell asleep. I woke up again at about 5 when I heard the captain tell the only steward not to let us get out of our seats until she told him otherwise. Turbulence. It figures.
I thought it would be for like an hour or so. But no. It's been 7 hours. I don't think I can last any longer. The turbulence got so bad that my dad has been in the kitchen throwing up. Grandmere hates the feeling of sick people. Erupting Ill persons, she says, should be put away and looked after, unless they have prior duties.
We're not allowed to get out of our seats, is what I'm getting at. We have to sit here. Lilly and I played a game of catch with a marble from the bottom of her purse until it I dropped it and it rolled all down the hall. No one could go get it.
My leg hurts most of all. It feels like………………pain. Yucky pain. Not the kind of pain that dies off or you forget about for awhile, the kind that bothers you and you so badly want to change it but YOU CAN'T for some reason or another. My reason is that there is extreme turbulence and our pilot fears that we'll get hurt if we stand up.
I'm going to nap.
-In the limo to the palace-
BAHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm so happy to get off that miserable plane. I couldn't even nap because my leg kept bothering me. I counted as high as I could until the pilot said we could take off our seat belts. But that was about 9 minutes before we had to land.
I think the only reason she let us is because Grandmere started picking on things and telling us her complete hatred for them. Like two-piece sleeveless suits with big buttons down the middle. I had no idea she could get any more annoying than she already is.
The second we got into the Limo dad called Mom and told her we'd landed safely. Then, Lilly called her parents and told them the same thing. Michael answered, saying they weren't home.
And that he needed to talk to me.
I thought it was something horrible. I mean, when do you use the word 'need' over the age of 9 when it isn't an emergency?
But he needed to make sure I was okay after all that turbulence.
Awwwwww……………. How sweet. How unlike Michael sweet.
Note to self- make sure sappiness doesn't appear quite as much in relationship with MM. Though I love him, I absolutely hate to see that he is going to treat me like that.
Lilly said Michael will snap out of it and start acting like himself when I come home. He apparently misses me deeply.
