Chapter 1
Hmm.my friends tell me my stories are stupid, most of them can't be bothered to read my stories, my 'editor' (another friend) says my stories are pathetic.oh woe is me. Okay, then. Stuff you all! I'll write a serious story! I'll show you all! Mwahahahahaha! (she's crazy) from (the nutcase) Christina. (I'm not a nutcase!) That's Christina. (Yes you are. Don't be so defensive. Now stop typing and read my story) that's me. (Shut up both of you) And that.would be Angeline.
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8:25 PLC (Pymble Ladies' College) 6F classroom
"Does anyone know what lucibrate means?" asked Jessica. She was pointing to a strange unreadable word on the board, written in blue pen. "Would anyone our age do that?" asked Angeline. "You probably would. Mrs Fisk might," replied the girl. "Ooh.that doesn't sound good," said Rebecca. "No, it's not good, and it's not bad," shrugged Jessica. After a few more questions, Jessica finally revealed what the word meant: To study by lamplight or candlelight. "Oh. I don't do that," said Angeline, tossing her hair and turning back to her desk. Rachel, who was sitting next to her was thinking, Ha! Her nose is getting longer! I bet she does it all the time! After reading what was on her friend's computer screen, Angeline gave a soft laugh, before giving Rachel a good look at her finger. That was.her middle finger. Rachel simply laughed, before continuing to type on her laptop. Angeline turned back to the TV screen, and resumed watching it. Every eye in the classroom was glued to the screen.well, nearly every eye. Some of the girls in the class were tapping away at the keyboards on their laptops, playing what Rachel supposed was the new craze- Icy Tower. Michelle leaned over, and in a soft voice, whispered, "There's no me. Hee hee hee." Who knew what she meant through this strange phrase? "Oh f," breathed Michelle, continuing to watch the TV. Angeline leaned over and muttered something into Liz's ear. Liz hit her. After looking at Rachel's laptop screen, Michelle slapped her friend on the arm, and giggled, saying, "What are you going to do to us? Kill us?" she had read the story. Angeline slapped Rachel again, whose arm was now getting increasingly sore. Angeline's eyes scanned the screen, and once more, she viciously launched an unprovoked attack on the innocent child. Well, maybe not so unprovoked. And perhaps the child was not really that innocent. But that's another story. Rachel, who was very used to this by now simply laughed and typed down what had just happened. Angeline leaned over and after reading her screen again, slapped Rachel five more times. (Rachel had been counting the number of hits, as she suspected that her lawyer would find the information extremely helpful in her court case). Several other students also read the girl's story, and soon Rachel was under attack. Hands flew, whacking her again and again. Gritting her teeth, but determined to continue recording what was happening, Rachel continued typing. Louisa, who also wanted to be included in the story had begun slapping Rachel as well, until the author turned around and informed both her and Liz that if they continued hitting her.well.they wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Fortunately, this stopped the vicious classmates of Rachel from attacking her, and she finally relaxed, trying to think of what else to type. Angeline reached into her desk and took out a block of Dream chocolate. Breaking a piece off, she passed it to Liz, before walking away. Michelle, who had read Rachel's screen (again) looked horrified, and whined, "There's no more of me. I don't want to marry Neville." She had seen what Rachel had in store for Angeline and her fellow monsters. "Don't worry," said Rachel. "You won't marry Neville." But Michelle had already given up listening to her friend. Watching the screen, she whispered, "Poor croc." She was watching the gory scenes in which the crocodiles were being assassinated. Then, a sudden change of mind made her mutter, "Kill the crocs." Snorting, Rachel typed it down. "I ain't gonna marry no Neville," growled Liz, getting up, once the program was over. "Oh yeah?" Rachel grinned evilly. "It's my story." *the further records of what happened after this cannot be recorded, as they destroy the suspense of what is happening afterwards*
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It was a rainy recess, and Rachel and her friends were all crowding around Christina's computer, when it happened. "Oh look!" squealed Christina. "There's an ad on my screen!" "Oh wow! Y'don't say?" exclaimed Rachel, sarcastically. "That's amazing!" Turning round, Christina rolled her eyes, saying, "Shut up, Rachel." "Why should I?" Rachel stared back, smugly. "Ugh," Christina turned back to her screen, and announced in a clear voice, "The chance to meet Harry Potter in person!" turning back to her friends, she whispered in a quick whisper, "How cool! I think it means that we get to be in the next Harry Potter movie!" "Really?" Rachel's voice dripped sarcasm. "You should work in a museum! Maybe you can solve the long lost puzzles that were written in Hieroglyphics!" Her 'friends' ignored her. "I'll press enter, shall I?" "Nah. Don't. Who wants to be a movie star?" No doubt, that was Rachel again. Suddenly, there was a loud whirring sound, and the very air around them began trembling. "WHAT THE FREAKING HELL---" began Michelle. Then, she was forced to shut her mouth, as all the girls began tumbling down, down, down.
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Heh, heh, heh. It's a cliffhanger. And a real crap one too. Sorry, but I really need it to check if my friends agree with the stuff that I'm writing about them. I'm putting in their real personalities, so they might not agree with the true image of them that I'm sending out into the World Wide Web. But if they don't agree, that's good. Because most likely, it will be true.
In case you were wondering, yes, my name is Rachel, and my friends do exist. That's why I was recording exactly what they were doing before. Although another reason is because I wanted to annoy them. But.anyway.
Now, I know that you may not find my personal life very interesting, but I promise you that it gets much better. So, you have to review, because if I don't get at least 1 review, I won't post my next chapter. So watch out, and review. Remember, all you have to do is press the review button and type a few words. Even 'very good' will do, for now. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review.
Hmm.my friends tell me my stories are stupid, most of them can't be bothered to read my stories, my 'editor' (another friend) says my stories are pathetic.oh woe is me. Okay, then. Stuff you all! I'll write a serious story! I'll show you all! Mwahahahahaha! (she's crazy) from (the nutcase) Christina. (I'm not a nutcase!) That's Christina. (Yes you are. Don't be so defensive. Now stop typing and read my story) that's me. (Shut up both of you) And that.would be Angeline.
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8:25 PLC (Pymble Ladies' College) 6F classroom
"Does anyone know what lucibrate means?" asked Jessica. She was pointing to a strange unreadable word on the board, written in blue pen. "Would anyone our age do that?" asked Angeline. "You probably would. Mrs Fisk might," replied the girl. "Ooh.that doesn't sound good," said Rebecca. "No, it's not good, and it's not bad," shrugged Jessica. After a few more questions, Jessica finally revealed what the word meant: To study by lamplight or candlelight. "Oh. I don't do that," said Angeline, tossing her hair and turning back to her desk. Rachel, who was sitting next to her was thinking, Ha! Her nose is getting longer! I bet she does it all the time! After reading what was on her friend's computer screen, Angeline gave a soft laugh, before giving Rachel a good look at her finger. That was.her middle finger. Rachel simply laughed, before continuing to type on her laptop. Angeline turned back to the TV screen, and resumed watching it. Every eye in the classroom was glued to the screen.well, nearly every eye. Some of the girls in the class were tapping away at the keyboards on their laptops, playing what Rachel supposed was the new craze- Icy Tower. Michelle leaned over, and in a soft voice, whispered, "There's no me. Hee hee hee." Who knew what she meant through this strange phrase? "Oh f," breathed Michelle, continuing to watch the TV. Angeline leaned over and muttered something into Liz's ear. Liz hit her. After looking at Rachel's laptop screen, Michelle slapped her friend on the arm, and giggled, saying, "What are you going to do to us? Kill us?" she had read the story. Angeline slapped Rachel again, whose arm was now getting increasingly sore. Angeline's eyes scanned the screen, and once more, she viciously launched an unprovoked attack on the innocent child. Well, maybe not so unprovoked. And perhaps the child was not really that innocent. But that's another story. Rachel, who was very used to this by now simply laughed and typed down what had just happened. Angeline leaned over and after reading her screen again, slapped Rachel five more times. (Rachel had been counting the number of hits, as she suspected that her lawyer would find the information extremely helpful in her court case). Several other students also read the girl's story, and soon Rachel was under attack. Hands flew, whacking her again and again. Gritting her teeth, but determined to continue recording what was happening, Rachel continued typing. Louisa, who also wanted to be included in the story had begun slapping Rachel as well, until the author turned around and informed both her and Liz that if they continued hitting her.well.they wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Fortunately, this stopped the vicious classmates of Rachel from attacking her, and she finally relaxed, trying to think of what else to type. Angeline reached into her desk and took out a block of Dream chocolate. Breaking a piece off, she passed it to Liz, before walking away. Michelle, who had read Rachel's screen (again) looked horrified, and whined, "There's no more of me. I don't want to marry Neville." She had seen what Rachel had in store for Angeline and her fellow monsters. "Don't worry," said Rachel. "You won't marry Neville." But Michelle had already given up listening to her friend. Watching the screen, she whispered, "Poor croc." She was watching the gory scenes in which the crocodiles were being assassinated. Then, a sudden change of mind made her mutter, "Kill the crocs." Snorting, Rachel typed it down. "I ain't gonna marry no Neville," growled Liz, getting up, once the program was over. "Oh yeah?" Rachel grinned evilly. "It's my story." *the further records of what happened after this cannot be recorded, as they destroy the suspense of what is happening afterwards*
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It was a rainy recess, and Rachel and her friends were all crowding around Christina's computer, when it happened. "Oh look!" squealed Christina. "There's an ad on my screen!" "Oh wow! Y'don't say?" exclaimed Rachel, sarcastically. "That's amazing!" Turning round, Christina rolled her eyes, saying, "Shut up, Rachel." "Why should I?" Rachel stared back, smugly. "Ugh," Christina turned back to her screen, and announced in a clear voice, "The chance to meet Harry Potter in person!" turning back to her friends, she whispered in a quick whisper, "How cool! I think it means that we get to be in the next Harry Potter movie!" "Really?" Rachel's voice dripped sarcasm. "You should work in a museum! Maybe you can solve the long lost puzzles that were written in Hieroglyphics!" Her 'friends' ignored her. "I'll press enter, shall I?" "Nah. Don't. Who wants to be a movie star?" No doubt, that was Rachel again. Suddenly, there was a loud whirring sound, and the very air around them began trembling. "WHAT THE FREAKING HELL---" began Michelle. Then, she was forced to shut her mouth, as all the girls began tumbling down, down, down.
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Heh, heh, heh. It's a cliffhanger. And a real crap one too. Sorry, but I really need it to check if my friends agree with the stuff that I'm writing about them. I'm putting in their real personalities, so they might not agree with the true image of them that I'm sending out into the World Wide Web. But if they don't agree, that's good. Because most likely, it will be true.
In case you were wondering, yes, my name is Rachel, and my friends do exist. That's why I was recording exactly what they were doing before. Although another reason is because I wanted to annoy them. But.anyway.
Now, I know that you may not find my personal life very interesting, but I promise you that it gets much better. So, you have to review, because if I don't get at least 1 review, I won't post my next chapter. So watch out, and review. Remember, all you have to do is press the review button and type a few words. Even 'very good' will do, for now. So PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review.