Chapter 34
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! Hooray, yippee and all that other stuff. Now I can torture you all again, with my hyperactive imagination, and infuriating inadequate consistency in updating....
Isn't that great?
*
"Right! I brought my bottle! Now let's start!" grinned Victoria, brandishing her water bottle. Sarah frowned, and chewed her lip.
"So....what are we playing again? I think I heard wrong," she said.
"I HOPE I heard wrong," added Susie, her blue eyes wide with obvious disgust.
"INCORRECTLY," corrected Rachel. "Tut tut. Such language. And you're not even swearing." She turned to Michelle with an evil grin. "Looks like you've got competition."
"Shut up," growled Michelle. Then, taking Rachel's words to heart, she added, "You stupid freaking bitch."
Susie looked taken aback, before she started laughing....for no apparent reason.
"Huh?" said Christina. "I don't get it. What's so funny?"
"Michelle!" scolded Leanne, in her annoying busybody voice. "You shouldn't swear so much!"
"Yeah, Squishy," jeered Rachel, adding fuel to the fire. But seeing that it was not just any psychomaniac that we're talking about here, and especially seeing that it was the infamous MICHELLE, it would be an inferno.
"SHUT UP!" she screeched, picking up the nearest thing, and flinging it at Rachel. A fluffy pink teddy bear bounced off the wall, due to Michelle's bad aim.
"BOOMER!" sobbed Christina, leaping for the pink blob.
"Huh? I thought Boomer was brown, though," said Angeline, who had calmed down after the boils finally went away. Unfortunately, it had only taken five minutes for the blemishes to disappear. It was hard to tell whether she had looked uglier with or without the multi-coloured spots. At least the boils had shielded her hideous face. NO....only joking. Not.
"He was," sniffled Christina, cradling the furry bundle. "But Toni (her younger sister) spilt something all over the floor, and COULDN'T FIND A RAG, SO SHE USED BOOMER!"
"WHAT?!" shrieked Angeline. "SHE COULD HAVE JUST USED A MOP! THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Christina paused and frowned. "Oh...." she said. "That's a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because it was a good idea," quipped Rachel.
"Huh? I don't get it," said Christina.
"Ugh," muttered Victoria. "Let's just play." She placed the bottle in the middle of the room, and searched her puny (just kidding) mind for a suitable question to ask.
In the background, Angeline was kindly explaining to Sarah and the other new people to the game, what alterations they had made to the traditional game.
"OH! I'VE GOT A QUESTION!" shouted Rachel, grinning madly.
"NO! I'VE GOT ONE!" protested Michelle.
"ME FIRST!" snapped Rachel.
"MY QUESTION'S BETTER THAN YOURS!" retorted Michelle.
"NO IT'S NOT! MY QUESTION'S THE BEST EVER!" yelled Rachel.
"MINE IS!"
"NO, MINE IS!"
"NO, MINE IS!"
"MINE IS!"
"Well....Rachel was first," muttered Victoria, trying to stop the argument. With a smug look, Rachel sat back down, and said, "Who's gonna die in a drought?"
"Mine was better," seethed Michelle.
Rachel shot her a venomous look. "Well? Spin the bottle," she told Victoria. Grimacing, Victoria flicked her wrist, sending the bottle spinning wildly. It slowed, and came to rest, pointing at Stephanie.
"Aw...." said Stephanie, looking down at her hands in disappointment.
"Poor Steph," said Rachel, not sounding sympathetic at all.
"My question now!" cackled Michelle. "Okay....which one of us will get a broken back?"
"That's pathetic!" groaned Victoria.
"The grammar doesn't sound quite right," said Rachel, thoughtfully. She had recently become obsessed with grammar. It was extremely annoying, for herself as well as her friends.
"Who cares? Just spin the bottle," shrugged Alex.
The bottle ended up pointing up at Michelle.
"Ouch," said Rachel, with a nasty grin. "Painful."
Ten bottle spins later, it was revealed that Stephanie would become a clown, as well as the future headmistress for PLC, Michelle would have three boyfriends (ooh....), Victoria would be the first out of them to get married, and Michelle would also throw someone out of the window. (Rachel resolved never to stand to close to the walls). The others weren't worth revealing.
The game ended with a sudden loud knock at the door.
"What?" demanded Rachel, testily, glancing up in annoyance.
Artemis's face popped over the side of the Slytherin door.
"Dinner will be appearing in large platters on your beds at 7pm," he told them. "The headmaster does not believe it safe to leave your commonrooms, and...." he stopped, frowning. "Why are you all here? You're not in Slytherin," he told Sarah, indignantly. Draco (who had been watching the game with some interest and much horror) lifted a brow, and smiled insolently at Artemis.
"Hello, mudblood," he said, scathingly.
"Not you again," groaned Artemis. Angeline burst out laughing. Christina retained a confused expression.
"Huh? I don't get it," she said.
"What's new?" snorted Angeline.
"Well, there IS a totally awesome new ice cream flavour," said Christina, with gusto, not understanding that she had just been insulted. "It's kinda like coffee, only I hate coffee, but other than that---"
"It was a rhetorical question," Rachel told her.
"Rhetorical?" said Christina, eyes growing wide.
"Rhetorical: belonging to or concerned with mere style or effect," began Angeline.
"I'm beginning to understand who I'm going to throw out the window now," growled Michelle.
"Can you say understand for that?" asked Angeline, determined to annoy Michelle further. "It doesn't sound quite right."
"Nothing she says ever does," Rachel pointed out.
"Ha ha. Very funny," said Michelle. "Spin the bottle again. See how many people I'm going to throw out of that freaking window before the night is over."
"But the night is still young!" exclaimed Rachel. Michelle screwed up her face.
"What the?!" she spluttered.
"I don't know why I said that," continued Rachel. "I guess I just felt like it. Because some things just go together, and so I felt that it would be good to just point out that since it's still early, you don't know what time you're going to murder those people. And you can't even really tell whom you're going to kill, if you know what I mean. Cuz like, it's only a bottle, and if you're going to take Spin the Bottle for fact, then you must have the LOWEST IQ out of all of us. But we know that that cannot be possible, seeing that Christina is in our midst, and if you have less brain cells than her, the world has spun out of orbit. However, if the world HAD spun out of orbit, then someone would be bound to notice, cuz like, there'd probably be a huge---"
"Rachel?" said Angeline.
"Uh huh?" Rachel stopped.
"Shut up."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Well....you have to."
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"So what if you say so?"
"I'm a School Leader. You have to listen to me."
"I'm twice finalist in the Nestle Write Around Australia competition. I'll do whatever I bloody well please."
"Twice?" said Alex, interrupting the impressive display of egotistic power.
"Mm hmm...." Rachel did not take her eyes off her 'opponent'. She had not lost an argument in five years. She was not planning to stop now.
"What the hell is that?" asked Draco.
"A School Leader is the equivalent of a prefect in the Junior School," Angeline told him, proudly.
"I'm a School Leader too," grinned Alex.
"So am I," Sarah piped up.
"Well I'm a Library Monitress," Victoria said.
"That doesn't matter," snapped Rachel. "If you don't let me borrow more than four books, you don't mean anything in my point of view."
"But I'm not allowed to break the rules just for you," protested Victoria. "Only Library Monitresses are allowed to borrow five books."
"Tough, then," sniffed Rachel.
Draco repeated his question, aiming it at the other girl.
"Huh? Wazza? Oh. Uh...." Rachel chewed her lip. "Well it's a competition, and you have to write a story under five hundred words, and send it in, and only year fives and sixes are allowed to enter."
Not wanting to be left out, Christina shouted, "WELL I GOT THE MERIT IN YEAR THREE!"
"I got the merit in year four," retorted Rachel.
"It means she topped her class," explained Angeline, knowledgeable as always.
"You're all such show-offs," said Michelle.
"Yeah right," drawled Rachel. "If you HAD anything to show off, you'd be boasting with the best of them. But...." she stopped, with a sly grin. "You don't. Unless you count your three futuristic---"
"SHUT UP!" screeched Michelle, going bright red.
"Go on," said Artemis, beginning to smile.
Happily, Rachel obliged.
*
The camp was AWFUL. There were friggin TURKEYS running around the place, and the kookaburras were mad. They stole people's food, even when the person was holding it! And the cordial sucked. It was WAAAAAAAAAY too diluted. And the tents were all squishy, and I had to share one with Vicky and Alex. Ugh. SHARING.
But if you forget all that crappy stuff, you'll probably get amnesia. No, actually one good thing DID come of the camp. Two, actually, but first things first. We had a stupid Talent Night, and I decided to write a kinda play thingy for us to do. Basically, I just put songs in my point of view. I destroyed Enrique Iglesias's 'Hero' & 'Don't turn out the Light', as well as Ronan Keating's 'If Tomorrow never Comes'. I won't give it all away, but Angeline sang the verses (cuz she's really good at singing), Michelle posed as a homicidal Enrique and murderous Ronan, and Christina acted a hobo and Ronan's victim. Michelle was trying to kill her in both Hero and If tomorrow never Comes. Leanne, Susie, Tula, Loui, and Amelia were tellitubbies. Since there's only four tellitubbies though, Angeline made up a new one. Funny; I always thought that the first thing Angeline would invent was some kind of new extremely difficult way of doing maths. Instead, she created a blue tellitubby, called Fifo. Interesting.
The other good thing is that Leanne lost her voice. It went all hoarse and low, and she even went through a few stages where she couldn't even talk. She could only whisper. The bad thing is that Susie also lost her voice. And Sarah couldn't come on the camp, because she burnt herself with a glue gun or something. So wish Sarah and Susie a quick recovery, keep your fingers crossed and hope that Leanne has bronchitis or whatever, and gimme reviews.
Sounds hard? Camp was worse.
I'M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!! Hooray, yippee and all that other stuff. Now I can torture you all again, with my hyperactive imagination, and infuriating inadequate consistency in updating....
Isn't that great?
*
"Right! I brought my bottle! Now let's start!" grinned Victoria, brandishing her water bottle. Sarah frowned, and chewed her lip.
"So....what are we playing again? I think I heard wrong," she said.
"I HOPE I heard wrong," added Susie, her blue eyes wide with obvious disgust.
"INCORRECTLY," corrected Rachel. "Tut tut. Such language. And you're not even swearing." She turned to Michelle with an evil grin. "Looks like you've got competition."
"Shut up," growled Michelle. Then, taking Rachel's words to heart, she added, "You stupid freaking bitch."
Susie looked taken aback, before she started laughing....for no apparent reason.
"Huh?" said Christina. "I don't get it. What's so funny?"
"Michelle!" scolded Leanne, in her annoying busybody voice. "You shouldn't swear so much!"
"Yeah, Squishy," jeered Rachel, adding fuel to the fire. But seeing that it was not just any psychomaniac that we're talking about here, and especially seeing that it was the infamous MICHELLE, it would be an inferno.
"SHUT UP!" she screeched, picking up the nearest thing, and flinging it at Rachel. A fluffy pink teddy bear bounced off the wall, due to Michelle's bad aim.
"BOOMER!" sobbed Christina, leaping for the pink blob.
"Huh? I thought Boomer was brown, though," said Angeline, who had calmed down after the boils finally went away. Unfortunately, it had only taken five minutes for the blemishes to disappear. It was hard to tell whether she had looked uglier with or without the multi-coloured spots. At least the boils had shielded her hideous face. NO....only joking. Not.
"He was," sniffled Christina, cradling the furry bundle. "But Toni (her younger sister) spilt something all over the floor, and COULDN'T FIND A RAG, SO SHE USED BOOMER!"
"WHAT?!" shrieked Angeline. "SHE COULD HAVE JUST USED A MOP! THAT'S DISGUSTING!"
Christina paused and frowned. "Oh...." she said. "That's a good idea. Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because it was a good idea," quipped Rachel.
"Huh? I don't get it," said Christina.
"Ugh," muttered Victoria. "Let's just play." She placed the bottle in the middle of the room, and searched her puny (just kidding) mind for a suitable question to ask.
In the background, Angeline was kindly explaining to Sarah and the other new people to the game, what alterations they had made to the traditional game.
"OH! I'VE GOT A QUESTION!" shouted Rachel, grinning madly.
"NO! I'VE GOT ONE!" protested Michelle.
"ME FIRST!" snapped Rachel.
"MY QUESTION'S BETTER THAN YOURS!" retorted Michelle.
"NO IT'S NOT! MY QUESTION'S THE BEST EVER!" yelled Rachel.
"MINE IS!"
"NO, MINE IS!"
"NO, MINE IS!"
"MINE IS!"
"Well....Rachel was first," muttered Victoria, trying to stop the argument. With a smug look, Rachel sat back down, and said, "Who's gonna die in a drought?"
"Mine was better," seethed Michelle.
Rachel shot her a venomous look. "Well? Spin the bottle," she told Victoria. Grimacing, Victoria flicked her wrist, sending the bottle spinning wildly. It slowed, and came to rest, pointing at Stephanie.
"Aw...." said Stephanie, looking down at her hands in disappointment.
"Poor Steph," said Rachel, not sounding sympathetic at all.
"My question now!" cackled Michelle. "Okay....which one of us will get a broken back?"
"That's pathetic!" groaned Victoria.
"The grammar doesn't sound quite right," said Rachel, thoughtfully. She had recently become obsessed with grammar. It was extremely annoying, for herself as well as her friends.
"Who cares? Just spin the bottle," shrugged Alex.
The bottle ended up pointing up at Michelle.
"Ouch," said Rachel, with a nasty grin. "Painful."
Ten bottle spins later, it was revealed that Stephanie would become a clown, as well as the future headmistress for PLC, Michelle would have three boyfriends (ooh....), Victoria would be the first out of them to get married, and Michelle would also throw someone out of the window. (Rachel resolved never to stand to close to the walls). The others weren't worth revealing.
The game ended with a sudden loud knock at the door.
"What?" demanded Rachel, testily, glancing up in annoyance.
Artemis's face popped over the side of the Slytherin door.
"Dinner will be appearing in large platters on your beds at 7pm," he told them. "The headmaster does not believe it safe to leave your commonrooms, and...." he stopped, frowning. "Why are you all here? You're not in Slytherin," he told Sarah, indignantly. Draco (who had been watching the game with some interest and much horror) lifted a brow, and smiled insolently at Artemis.
"Hello, mudblood," he said, scathingly.
"Not you again," groaned Artemis. Angeline burst out laughing. Christina retained a confused expression.
"Huh? I don't get it," she said.
"What's new?" snorted Angeline.
"Well, there IS a totally awesome new ice cream flavour," said Christina, with gusto, not understanding that she had just been insulted. "It's kinda like coffee, only I hate coffee, but other than that---"
"It was a rhetorical question," Rachel told her.
"Rhetorical?" said Christina, eyes growing wide.
"Rhetorical: belonging to or concerned with mere style or effect," began Angeline.
"I'm beginning to understand who I'm going to throw out the window now," growled Michelle.
"Can you say understand for that?" asked Angeline, determined to annoy Michelle further. "It doesn't sound quite right."
"Nothing she says ever does," Rachel pointed out.
"Ha ha. Very funny," said Michelle. "Spin the bottle again. See how many people I'm going to throw out of that freaking window before the night is over."
"But the night is still young!" exclaimed Rachel. Michelle screwed up her face.
"What the?!" she spluttered.
"I don't know why I said that," continued Rachel. "I guess I just felt like it. Because some things just go together, and so I felt that it would be good to just point out that since it's still early, you don't know what time you're going to murder those people. And you can't even really tell whom you're going to kill, if you know what I mean. Cuz like, it's only a bottle, and if you're going to take Spin the Bottle for fact, then you must have the LOWEST IQ out of all of us. But we know that that cannot be possible, seeing that Christina is in our midst, and if you have less brain cells than her, the world has spun out of orbit. However, if the world HAD spun out of orbit, then someone would be bound to notice, cuz like, there'd probably be a huge---"
"Rachel?" said Angeline.
"Uh huh?" Rachel stopped.
"Shut up."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Well....you have to."
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
"So what if you say so?"
"I'm a School Leader. You have to listen to me."
"I'm twice finalist in the Nestle Write Around Australia competition. I'll do whatever I bloody well please."
"Twice?" said Alex, interrupting the impressive display of egotistic power.
"Mm hmm...." Rachel did not take her eyes off her 'opponent'. She had not lost an argument in five years. She was not planning to stop now.
"What the hell is that?" asked Draco.
"A School Leader is the equivalent of a prefect in the Junior School," Angeline told him, proudly.
"I'm a School Leader too," grinned Alex.
"So am I," Sarah piped up.
"Well I'm a Library Monitress," Victoria said.
"That doesn't matter," snapped Rachel. "If you don't let me borrow more than four books, you don't mean anything in my point of view."
"But I'm not allowed to break the rules just for you," protested Victoria. "Only Library Monitresses are allowed to borrow five books."
"Tough, then," sniffed Rachel.
Draco repeated his question, aiming it at the other girl.
"Huh? Wazza? Oh. Uh...." Rachel chewed her lip. "Well it's a competition, and you have to write a story under five hundred words, and send it in, and only year fives and sixes are allowed to enter."
Not wanting to be left out, Christina shouted, "WELL I GOT THE MERIT IN YEAR THREE!"
"I got the merit in year four," retorted Rachel.
"It means she topped her class," explained Angeline, knowledgeable as always.
"You're all such show-offs," said Michelle.
"Yeah right," drawled Rachel. "If you HAD anything to show off, you'd be boasting with the best of them. But...." she stopped, with a sly grin. "You don't. Unless you count your three futuristic---"
"SHUT UP!" screeched Michelle, going bright red.
"Go on," said Artemis, beginning to smile.
Happily, Rachel obliged.
*
The camp was AWFUL. There were friggin TURKEYS running around the place, and the kookaburras were mad. They stole people's food, even when the person was holding it! And the cordial sucked. It was WAAAAAAAAAY too diluted. And the tents were all squishy, and I had to share one with Vicky and Alex. Ugh. SHARING.
But if you forget all that crappy stuff, you'll probably get amnesia. No, actually one good thing DID come of the camp. Two, actually, but first things first. We had a stupid Talent Night, and I decided to write a kinda play thingy for us to do. Basically, I just put songs in my point of view. I destroyed Enrique Iglesias's 'Hero' & 'Don't turn out the Light', as well as Ronan Keating's 'If Tomorrow never Comes'. I won't give it all away, but Angeline sang the verses (cuz she's really good at singing), Michelle posed as a homicidal Enrique and murderous Ronan, and Christina acted a hobo and Ronan's victim. Michelle was trying to kill her in both Hero and If tomorrow never Comes. Leanne, Susie, Tula, Loui, and Amelia were tellitubbies. Since there's only four tellitubbies though, Angeline made up a new one. Funny; I always thought that the first thing Angeline would invent was some kind of new extremely difficult way of doing maths. Instead, she created a blue tellitubby, called Fifo. Interesting.
The other good thing is that Leanne lost her voice. It went all hoarse and low, and she even went through a few stages where she couldn't even talk. She could only whisper. The bad thing is that Susie also lost her voice. And Sarah couldn't come on the camp, because she burnt herself with a glue gun or something. So wish Sarah and Susie a quick recovery, keep your fingers crossed and hope that Leanne has bronchitis or whatever, and gimme reviews.
Sounds hard? Camp was worse.