Woo Hoo! More ficcy!! Yippee-doodle-day!! O.K., I'm a little tired so don't
mind me * grins * And if this part stinks, it's cause I * just * finished
it like two seconds ago so that I had some sort of fic to send out today,
so feel loved! * MWAH * And special Newsie Hugs to:
~ ST
~ Fiction Hobbit
And now onto the next part of the story!
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Disclaimer: I do not own South, Flirt, Lacey or Prankster. They were just awesome enough to be in my story!
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Chapter 4 ~
Stress began to tread the water, trying her damndest not to drown in her own tears. "I'm sure they would all get a kick out of that. The idiot who cried herself to death." She muttered, looking around for something to grab onto. "Voila!" she exclaimed and doggy paddled over to the polite glass bottle from before. Luckily the bottle was about four inches tall, so it was the perfect size for Stress to climb inside in order to not drown.
"Damn, this is interesting. I am now three inches tall and am sitting in a bottle. I never would have guessed that that would be how I would spend the day. Wow." Stress continued to ramble on to herself until she noticed something.
"You know what, I think that this bottle might be small enough to fit through the keyhole on that door. Then I wouldn't be trapped in this weird room anymore and I can explore, what did Davey call this place again? Oh, yeah, Newsieland. Newsieland?! What?!" Stress stopped for a moment when she realized what Davey had called this place. "Well, it's bound to be better than sitting through Kat's dance recital, right?"
Stress stood on her tip-toes and reached outside of the bottle. Then, using her arms as paddles, she rowed her way over to the door. Just as she had expected, the bottle slid through the hole easily.
On the other side of the door, there was water, but not as much as there was in the little room. "Damn, I must have really cried a lot if it's flooded out here as well" she whispered to herself before gasping out loud.
A little way out, and a little to her right, there was a group of three people, all about her size, surrounding a single girl with curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. "Hey!" Stress called out to the people in the middle of the city's street, trying to get their attention.
It worked.
The group of people all stopped for a moment and waited for Stress to maneuver her bottle to where they were standing. Once she ran out of water to sail her bottle on, Stress climbed out and ran to the other people.
The one girl standing opposite of the others walked forward, crossed the street and extended her hand. "Hiya there, are you wet?"
Stress looked down at her clothes, crossing her arms over her chest when she realized that her white tank top was now see through, and rolled her eyes. "Duh."
The girl walked around Stress once and asked "Why?"
"Why what?" Stress looked to the three girls, the ones who were watching the blonde circle Stress, for help.
"Flirt wants to know why you're wet." said one of the girls, a girl with long brown hair and blue eyes, as she pointed to the blonde.
"I'm wet? Oh yes, I suppose I am." Stress was getting extremely confused talking to these girls.
"Why?" Flirt stopped circling Stress and repeated her question.
"Why what?"
"Why are you wet?" This time it was a girl with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes asking the question.
"Wait a sec-- Didn't we just go through this?" Stress rubbed her temples, trying to figure out what was going on.
Rolling her eyes now, the third girl stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak. "I have an idea. Why don't we just start over? Hello, my name is South, this is Lacey,"she announced as she pointed to the girl with brown hair, "this is Prankster," she added, now pointing to the girl with strawberry blonde hair, "and I think you've met Flirt. On behalf of all of us, I'd just like to say 'Welcome to Newsieland'."
Flirt stepped forward. "Thanks for the introductions, South. I'll take it from here."
South shrugged and took a step back. Stress looked at each one of the girls in turn and then plopped herself on the ground. "I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm stuck with a whole mess of loonies who think they live in Newsieland. Great, just great!"
"You're wet? Why didnn't you say so! I know just the thing to get you dry." Flirt jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.
Stress looked over at Flirt expectantly, awaiting her plan to get her dry. When Flirt continued to just jump up and down, Stress turned to look at South, Prankster and Lacey. "Do you guys know?"
"Heya, Flirt. What's your great idea?" questioned Prankster as she put her hand on Flirt's shoulder so as to stop her repeated jumping.
"A caucus race!" Flirt exclaimed with a genuine smile.
"A caucus race?" asked Stress.
"A caucus race." affirmed Flirt as she nodded and motioned to the other girls to join her.
"What's a caucus race?" Stress grabbed the ends of her long hair and tried to wring the excess water from it as she looked over at Flirt, puzzlement written all over her face.
"The best way to explain what a caucus race is is to just do it." Flirt cried, raising her arm over her head. "Are you girls ready? O.K., on the count of three. One...two...three!" She dropped her arm and began running.
Stress watched in amazment as Flirt, Lacey, Prankster and South all began to run around this way and that, zigging and zagging in and out, running in circles and in squares. "What the...?" she remarked to herself.
"You'll never get dry that way. You gotta run with the others!" called Flirt as she ran up behind Stress and prodded her in the backside. Stress squealed and then began to run in the same sort of fashion as the rest.
As she ran past the spot where Lacey and Prankster where pulling at each other, trying to keep the other one from reaching the streetlight outside, she remarked, "You guys are cheating!"
Flirt twirled passed her then, giggling. "That, my friend, is a caucus race!"
All of a sudden South stopped and pointed to a large statue of Horace Greeley that was in the middle of the square. "The finishing statue!" she called, flinging her arms over her head in victory. "Who's won? Me? Did I win?"
Flirt leapt forward and, mimicking South's gesture with her own arms, exclaimed "I think that everybody won!"
Lacey scratched her head. "Well, if we all won, we should all get prizes, right?"
"Of course! But, wait, who will give out the prizes?" asked Prankster.
"Why, the new girl, of course!" Flirt stated matter-of-factly.
Prankster, Lacey, South and Flirt all turned to look at Stress, their hands outstretched as they waited for their prizes.
Stress groped around her pockets and her eyes lit up when she found something that was prize worthy in her back pocket. "Here you go." She pulled out a pack of Big Red chewing gum and handed each of the girls a stick of the gum. "Enjoy!"
Each one grabbed at her prize eagerly, not even bothering to say thank you. Once they had each received their prize, they promptly started walking away from her.
"Wait a second. Where are you going? Don't leave me here alone!" she called after them. But alas, they did not answer her. "Great, now I'm alone again."
No sooner where the words out of her mouth did she hear footsteps right behind her.
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Now all you gotta do is press the little button right there. You don't hafta necessarily review the story, just say hi so I know that * someone * is reading this! Please? : )
~ ST
~ Fiction Hobbit
And now onto the next part of the story!
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Disclaimer: I do not own South, Flirt, Lacey or Prankster. They were just awesome enough to be in my story!
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Chapter 4 ~
Stress began to tread the water, trying her damndest not to drown in her own tears. "I'm sure they would all get a kick out of that. The idiot who cried herself to death." She muttered, looking around for something to grab onto. "Voila!" she exclaimed and doggy paddled over to the polite glass bottle from before. Luckily the bottle was about four inches tall, so it was the perfect size for Stress to climb inside in order to not drown.
"Damn, this is interesting. I am now three inches tall and am sitting in a bottle. I never would have guessed that that would be how I would spend the day. Wow." Stress continued to ramble on to herself until she noticed something.
"You know what, I think that this bottle might be small enough to fit through the keyhole on that door. Then I wouldn't be trapped in this weird room anymore and I can explore, what did Davey call this place again? Oh, yeah, Newsieland. Newsieland?! What?!" Stress stopped for a moment when she realized what Davey had called this place. "Well, it's bound to be better than sitting through Kat's dance recital, right?"
Stress stood on her tip-toes and reached outside of the bottle. Then, using her arms as paddles, she rowed her way over to the door. Just as she had expected, the bottle slid through the hole easily.
On the other side of the door, there was water, but not as much as there was in the little room. "Damn, I must have really cried a lot if it's flooded out here as well" she whispered to herself before gasping out loud.
A little way out, and a little to her right, there was a group of three people, all about her size, surrounding a single girl with curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. "Hey!" Stress called out to the people in the middle of the city's street, trying to get their attention.
It worked.
The group of people all stopped for a moment and waited for Stress to maneuver her bottle to where they were standing. Once she ran out of water to sail her bottle on, Stress climbed out and ran to the other people.
The one girl standing opposite of the others walked forward, crossed the street and extended her hand. "Hiya there, are you wet?"
Stress looked down at her clothes, crossing her arms over her chest when she realized that her white tank top was now see through, and rolled her eyes. "Duh."
The girl walked around Stress once and asked "Why?"
"Why what?" Stress looked to the three girls, the ones who were watching the blonde circle Stress, for help.
"Flirt wants to know why you're wet." said one of the girls, a girl with long brown hair and blue eyes, as she pointed to the blonde.
"I'm wet? Oh yes, I suppose I am." Stress was getting extremely confused talking to these girls.
"Why?" Flirt stopped circling Stress and repeated her question.
"Why what?"
"Why are you wet?" This time it was a girl with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes asking the question.
"Wait a sec-- Didn't we just go through this?" Stress rubbed her temples, trying to figure out what was going on.
Rolling her eyes now, the third girl stepped forward and opened her mouth to speak. "I have an idea. Why don't we just start over? Hello, my name is South, this is Lacey,"she announced as she pointed to the girl with brown hair, "this is Prankster," she added, now pointing to the girl with strawberry blonde hair, "and I think you've met Flirt. On behalf of all of us, I'd just like to say 'Welcome to Newsieland'."
Flirt stepped forward. "Thanks for the introductions, South. I'll take it from here."
South shrugged and took a step back. Stress looked at each one of the girls in turn and then plopped herself on the ground. "I'm cold and I'm wet and I'm stuck with a whole mess of loonies who think they live in Newsieland. Great, just great!"
"You're wet? Why didnn't you say so! I know just the thing to get you dry." Flirt jumped up and down, clapping her hands excitedly.
Stress looked over at Flirt expectantly, awaiting her plan to get her dry. When Flirt continued to just jump up and down, Stress turned to look at South, Prankster and Lacey. "Do you guys know?"
"Heya, Flirt. What's your great idea?" questioned Prankster as she put her hand on Flirt's shoulder so as to stop her repeated jumping.
"A caucus race!" Flirt exclaimed with a genuine smile.
"A caucus race?" asked Stress.
"A caucus race." affirmed Flirt as she nodded and motioned to the other girls to join her.
"What's a caucus race?" Stress grabbed the ends of her long hair and tried to wring the excess water from it as she looked over at Flirt, puzzlement written all over her face.
"The best way to explain what a caucus race is is to just do it." Flirt cried, raising her arm over her head. "Are you girls ready? O.K., on the count of three. One...two...three!" She dropped her arm and began running.
Stress watched in amazment as Flirt, Lacey, Prankster and South all began to run around this way and that, zigging and zagging in and out, running in circles and in squares. "What the...?" she remarked to herself.
"You'll never get dry that way. You gotta run with the others!" called Flirt as she ran up behind Stress and prodded her in the backside. Stress squealed and then began to run in the same sort of fashion as the rest.
As she ran past the spot where Lacey and Prankster where pulling at each other, trying to keep the other one from reaching the streetlight outside, she remarked, "You guys are cheating!"
Flirt twirled passed her then, giggling. "That, my friend, is a caucus race!"
All of a sudden South stopped and pointed to a large statue of Horace Greeley that was in the middle of the square. "The finishing statue!" she called, flinging her arms over her head in victory. "Who's won? Me? Did I win?"
Flirt leapt forward and, mimicking South's gesture with her own arms, exclaimed "I think that everybody won!"
Lacey scratched her head. "Well, if we all won, we should all get prizes, right?"
"Of course! But, wait, who will give out the prizes?" asked Prankster.
"Why, the new girl, of course!" Flirt stated matter-of-factly.
Prankster, Lacey, South and Flirt all turned to look at Stress, their hands outstretched as they waited for their prizes.
Stress groped around her pockets and her eyes lit up when she found something that was prize worthy in her back pocket. "Here you go." She pulled out a pack of Big Red chewing gum and handed each of the girls a stick of the gum. "Enjoy!"
Each one grabbed at her prize eagerly, not even bothering to say thank you. Once they had each received their prize, they promptly started walking away from her.
"Wait a second. Where are you going? Don't leave me here alone!" she called after them. But alas, they did not answer her. "Great, now I'm alone again."
No sooner where the words out of her mouth did she hear footsteps right behind her.
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Now all you gotta do is press the little button right there. You don't hafta necessarily review the story, just say hi so I know that * someone * is reading this! Please? : )