"Go away. I don't know how you're alive, what you want, or who is pregnant. I am NOT in!"
Lara slammed the door shut, but was immediatly pushed to the ground when it was forced open. Lara screamed in frustration, and banged her fist on the ground. She got up.
"You wreaked my door!" She commented.
"Well, it wasn't very polite to slam it in our faces." Pierre stepped over the bits of wood and glass, and started to move towards the gym. Larson appeared behind him.
"Wait!" Lara called. Pierre and Larson turned.
"Oh, of course." Pierre took off his purple jacket, and signalled for Larson to take his own off. Larson gave him a horrible look and didn't move.
"Fine, you catch Pnumonia and die. See if I care!" Pierre looked at Lara. "He's so stubborn."
Lara took his jacket. "Why are you here?"
"Well, according to Larson..." Pierre paused, to give Larson an evil look. "...Natla's sister's said Natla had come here."
"Why do you want Natla?"
"Buisness." Pierre smiled. "Is she here?"
"Yes." Lara sighed dramtically and led them to the Gym. Natla was hanging from the middle of the Monkey Bars. Sophia was back on the ground.
"Lara! Oh, help!" Natla cried. "I'm stuck!"
"Stuck?" Lara raised her eyebrows.
"Yes...can you get her down?" Sophia asked Lara. "She's scared stiff, poor thing."
"How am I suppose to get her down?" Lara questioned. "Fly?"
"Maybe you could stack some chairs." Pierre suggested. "That she could stand on."
"Or maybe you could put a lot of cushions, so she fall easily." Sophia added.
"My baby will get hurt!" Natla cried.
"Shut up!" Sophia shouted.
"Charming!" Natla sniffed. She stuck one arm out nervously, and made a grab for the next bar. She caught it easily.
"See!" Lara called. "You can do it!"
Natla stuck another arm out, and tried to reach the next bar. She missed, and screamed.
"Natla!" Sophia looked worried.
"No!" Natla grabbed onto the side of the bars, and lifted herself up, so she was above the monkey-bars. Lara gasped.
"You'll break them!" She told Natla. Natla shrugged.
"I can crawl along from up here...ow!"
"They're very close to the ceiling." Pierre commented. There was a creaking sound.
"The wood will break!" Lara stuck a hand to her forehead.
"Natla, get down here...NOW!" Sophia yelled.
"No!" Natla replied. "I'm very close to the...arrrgh!"
With a final creak, the wood split, and the bit Natla was clutching onto was wrenched from the ceiling. One end was still attached to it, so the bars went down in a slop. Natla found she could easily climb down now.
"Christ!" Exclaimed Lara, examining the mess.
"Miss Natla." Pierre bowed. "Ma'am. Willard sent me here to tell you that...he's sorry."
"He's sorry?" Natla raised her voice. "He's SORRY? Well, stuff him! If he was so SORRY, he wouldn't have DONE it in the first place!"
"Done what?" Lara asked.
"Had an affair."
"Had an affair?" Lara was shocked. "With who?"
"With Sophia."
"For the last time!" Sophia cried. "I did not sleep with him!"
"Who else uses Very Cherry Lipstick?" Natla asked.
"It was not me!" Sophia stamped her foot. "How can you tell what kind of LIPSTICK it was from a smudge on his collar?"
"I just can." Natla crossed her arms. "Anyway, if it wasn't you, who was it?
"I don't know!" Sophia pointed at Lara. "Her?"
"Please, don't make me throw up." Lara told her. "What about him?" She pointed to Pierre.
"Me?" Pierre jumped back. "I'm not a transvestite! Anyway, it was Larson."
Larson looked shocked.
"No way!" He exclaimed. "Maybe it was her." He pointed at Natla.
"Everyone, SHUT UP!" Lara screamed.
"Talk about PMS." Sophia muttered.
"Look, I don't care who slept with who, or ANYTHING!" Lara cried. "Just...leave me alone!"
"Lara..." Pierre started, but was stopped. By a knock at the door.
Lara slammed the door shut, but was immediatly pushed to the ground when it was forced open. Lara screamed in frustration, and banged her fist on the ground. She got up.
"You wreaked my door!" She commented.
"Well, it wasn't very polite to slam it in our faces." Pierre stepped over the bits of wood and glass, and started to move towards the gym. Larson appeared behind him.
"Wait!" Lara called. Pierre and Larson turned.
"Oh, of course." Pierre took off his purple jacket, and signalled for Larson to take his own off. Larson gave him a horrible look and didn't move.
"Fine, you catch Pnumonia and die. See if I care!" Pierre looked at Lara. "He's so stubborn."
Lara took his jacket. "Why are you here?"
"Well, according to Larson..." Pierre paused, to give Larson an evil look. "...Natla's sister's said Natla had come here."
"Why do you want Natla?"
"Buisness." Pierre smiled. "Is she here?"
"Yes." Lara sighed dramtically and led them to the Gym. Natla was hanging from the middle of the Monkey Bars. Sophia was back on the ground.
"Lara! Oh, help!" Natla cried. "I'm stuck!"
"Stuck?" Lara raised her eyebrows.
"Yes...can you get her down?" Sophia asked Lara. "She's scared stiff, poor thing."
"How am I suppose to get her down?" Lara questioned. "Fly?"
"Maybe you could stack some chairs." Pierre suggested. "That she could stand on."
"Or maybe you could put a lot of cushions, so she fall easily." Sophia added.
"My baby will get hurt!" Natla cried.
"Shut up!" Sophia shouted.
"Charming!" Natla sniffed. She stuck one arm out nervously, and made a grab for the next bar. She caught it easily.
"See!" Lara called. "You can do it!"
Natla stuck another arm out, and tried to reach the next bar. She missed, and screamed.
"Natla!" Sophia looked worried.
"No!" Natla grabbed onto the side of the bars, and lifted herself up, so she was above the monkey-bars. Lara gasped.
"You'll break them!" She told Natla. Natla shrugged.
"I can crawl along from up here...ow!"
"They're very close to the ceiling." Pierre commented. There was a creaking sound.
"The wood will break!" Lara stuck a hand to her forehead.
"Natla, get down here...NOW!" Sophia yelled.
"No!" Natla replied. "I'm very close to the...arrrgh!"
With a final creak, the wood split, and the bit Natla was clutching onto was wrenched from the ceiling. One end was still attached to it, so the bars went down in a slop. Natla found she could easily climb down now.
"Christ!" Exclaimed Lara, examining the mess.
"Miss Natla." Pierre bowed. "Ma'am. Willard sent me here to tell you that...he's sorry."
"He's sorry?" Natla raised her voice. "He's SORRY? Well, stuff him! If he was so SORRY, he wouldn't have DONE it in the first place!"
"Done what?" Lara asked.
"Had an affair."
"Had an affair?" Lara was shocked. "With who?"
"With Sophia."
"For the last time!" Sophia cried. "I did not sleep with him!"
"Who else uses Very Cherry Lipstick?" Natla asked.
"It was not me!" Sophia stamped her foot. "How can you tell what kind of LIPSTICK it was from a smudge on his collar?"
"I just can." Natla crossed her arms. "Anyway, if it wasn't you, who was it?
"I don't know!" Sophia pointed at Lara. "Her?"
"Please, don't make me throw up." Lara told her. "What about him?" She pointed to Pierre.
"Me?" Pierre jumped back. "I'm not a transvestite! Anyway, it was Larson."
Larson looked shocked.
"No way!" He exclaimed. "Maybe it was her." He pointed at Natla.
"Everyone, SHUT UP!" Lara screamed.
"Talk about PMS." Sophia muttered.
"Look, I don't care who slept with who, or ANYTHING!" Lara cried. "Just...leave me alone!"
"Lara..." Pierre started, but was stopped. By a knock at the door.