Chapter 35
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? I'M STILL GOING! AND I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE ON MONDAY! AND IT'S TEST WEEK! AND I'M MEANT TO BE STUDYING! SEE HOW FAITHFUL I AM TO YOU GUYS OUT THERE? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WRITE A BLOODY REVIEW?! I'M THE ONE WRITING THE DAMNED STORY!
....
Oh yeah, and Jess 'n Claire? I'm really sorry to have to do this to you guys, but....you know. Jess, it's your fault for being so argumentative in Art, and Claire, you ignored me after school. So....this is what you get for being nasty.
*
Suddenly, a thought struck Michelle. Furiously, she struck back, then realised that it was only a thought that had attacked her.
"Oh. Oops," she said. Then, she tried to coax the thought back, in case it was useful. However, thoughts are very sensitive things, and after being hit once, it was not going to come back in a hurry. So Michelle forgot what it was.
"What?" asked Angeline.
Michelle shrugged. "Nothing."
Meanwhile, upstairs, in one of the many girls' dormitories....
"Hey, Jess?" asked Claire.
"Huh? What?" Jess sat up abruptly, and looked around the room. "Oh. Yeah, what?"
"Are we really in Hogwarts?"
The other girl chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I guess," she shrugged. "Now, it's been so long. I think we should be in that 'Muggle Studies' class."
"Yeah...." Claire nodded, slowly. The two girls got up, and walked towards the door. However, a split second later, a tray of sandwiches appeared on top of the beds, and toppled over, on the soft sheets of the bed. Infinite food spells were very dangerous, and the two girls were about to discover why. The second the sandwiches fell off the tray, more sandwiches appeared, replacing the lost ones, before also falling off the tray, and being replaced by more sandwiches. Because the tray was so big, it only took a matter of seconds for the sandwiches to fill the room, smothering the girls before they even knew what was happening.
Three seconds later, Jess and Claire woke up from a very strange daydream. Upon checking, they found that Angeline and the others still weren't back, and their teacher, Miss Fraser was still doing mixed numerals.
Molly was still slumped over in her desk, fast asleep, her laptop screen shut. Miss Fraser did not approve of laptops being open, whilst she was talking.
"And so class, 154/ 21 would equal...."
And on it went.
But back at Hogwarts....
"I'm HUNGRY!" wailed Alex. "I WANNA GO BACK TO MY ROOM AND EAT!"
"I'm HUNGRY!" Christina chimed in. "Michelle, can I go in your room, and see what's for dinner?"
"You mean EAT," muttered Victoria.
Christina stopped, to glare at her. "Humph!" she said, tossing her hair.
"Whatever. I'm not hungry," shrugged Rachel, desperately searching for a reason to not go near their room, which had two large WINDOWS.
"Well, can't we play on your laptop then?" whined Victoria. "C'mon.... PLEASE?"
"Yeah! Great idea!" said Rachel, sarcastically. "What would you rather play? My stupid 'Thredbo Landslide project', or my Microworlds project?"
"WHAT?" ejaculated Angeline, for the second time that day. Or rather, EVENING, if you're an Angeline-type person, in which case I never hope to meet you, as one Angeline is quite enough for me, thank you very much.
"THEN WHY DID YOU EVEN BRING YOUR STUPID LAPTOP?" she shrieked at Rachel.
The other girl frowned. "Well, I haven't finished my projects," she shrugged.
"THAT'S SO STOOPID!" hooted Christina, bursting into laughter.
Victoria shook her head sadly.
"Deprived child," said Rachel, softly.
"Huh? Deprived?" Christina looked at her.
"(Especially of children) without certain benefits of money or social class; lacking educational opportunities, parental affection, etc.," said Angeline, not-so-helpfully.
"I still don't get it," said Christina.
"Deprived of new-technology," sighed Rachel. "A brain."
Victoria burst into laughter, as did most of the group.
"Go Rachel!" laughed Angeline, clapping.
"You always say that," Michelle informed her, sounding annoyed.
"Yeah, you should get a new line," added Leanne.
Angeline was about to reply, but Rachel butted in.
"Yeah? Well YOU should get a new life," she snapped. "Or maybe you should GET one, seeing the way you act."
There was a minute of silence....and it wasn't even ANZAC day.
Then....
"I can't believe it," gasped Victoria.
"She...." began Susie.
"DEFENDED!" shouted Katie.
"Someone...." finished Alex.
The whole group was astonished.
"And not just ANYONE," said Sarah, solemnly.
"ANGELINE."
Everyone chimed in on that one.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh how very funny," she drawled. "You should all go on Seinfeld, you're such a laugh."
"Pleased to hear it," nodded Katie, proudly. "Thanks."
Everyone laughed. Whoever this 'Everyone' character was, Rachel was really beginning to detest her.... or him....OH STUFF IT! IT!
"SARCASM, stupid. SARCASM," said Rachel. Then she stalked off, to play on her laptop. No wait. She only had one game on her laptop now, and that was Icy Tower. And she didn't want to play that. Ah well. Might as well work on her 'project'.
Rachel stuck her hand into her pocket, and patted the photos lovingly. Camp Photos. Memories. Brings a TEAR to the eye all the time....heh, heh, heh.
*
Okay, that's another chapter down. Phew! How many more, I wonder? Kinda depends on the number of reviews I get, seeing that it's SO inconvenient to update now, because Fanfiction.net is blocked, and it's....
*GASPS*
TEST WEEK! AGHR!
So, yeah. And by the way, Alex is also starting to write a story. I dunno what it's called yet, but yeah.
Her name is Silverthorn, and it's a TP HP fic. (Tamora Pierce and Harry Potter) in case you didn't know. Tamora Pierce is so cool! So's JK Rowling. They're both cool. So....yeah. That's cool.
Oh, wait! I almost forgot. Okay, if you ever go to a really crappy camp, that's a 'Sports & Recreation' one, and you find C.H. luvz Harry Potter '02 under one of the bunks....that's the one Christina slept in, and that's what I wrote. She spent long nights of insomnia, staring up at those words, with a goofy grin on her face. It's really funny. And if Angeline is mean to me any time during this week, I'll tell you what Michelle wrote. And trust me. It's not nice.
CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS? I'M STILL GOING! AND I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE ON MONDAY! AND IT'S TEST WEEK! AND I'M MEANT TO BE STUDYING! SEE HOW FAITHFUL I AM TO YOU GUYS OUT THERE? WHY CAN'T YOU JUST WRITE A BLOODY REVIEW?! I'M THE ONE WRITING THE DAMNED STORY!
....
Oh yeah, and Jess 'n Claire? I'm really sorry to have to do this to you guys, but....you know. Jess, it's your fault for being so argumentative in Art, and Claire, you ignored me after school. So....this is what you get for being nasty.
*
Suddenly, a thought struck Michelle. Furiously, she struck back, then realised that it was only a thought that had attacked her.
"Oh. Oops," she said. Then, she tried to coax the thought back, in case it was useful. However, thoughts are very sensitive things, and after being hit once, it was not going to come back in a hurry. So Michelle forgot what it was.
"What?" asked Angeline.
Michelle shrugged. "Nothing."
Meanwhile, upstairs, in one of the many girls' dormitories....
"Hey, Jess?" asked Claire.
"Huh? What?" Jess sat up abruptly, and looked around the room. "Oh. Yeah, what?"
"Are we really in Hogwarts?"
The other girl chewed her lip thoughtfully. "I guess," she shrugged. "Now, it's been so long. I think we should be in that 'Muggle Studies' class."
"Yeah...." Claire nodded, slowly. The two girls got up, and walked towards the door. However, a split second later, a tray of sandwiches appeared on top of the beds, and toppled over, on the soft sheets of the bed. Infinite food spells were very dangerous, and the two girls were about to discover why. The second the sandwiches fell off the tray, more sandwiches appeared, replacing the lost ones, before also falling off the tray, and being replaced by more sandwiches. Because the tray was so big, it only took a matter of seconds for the sandwiches to fill the room, smothering the girls before they even knew what was happening.
Three seconds later, Jess and Claire woke up from a very strange daydream. Upon checking, they found that Angeline and the others still weren't back, and their teacher, Miss Fraser was still doing mixed numerals.
Molly was still slumped over in her desk, fast asleep, her laptop screen shut. Miss Fraser did not approve of laptops being open, whilst she was talking.
"And so class, 154/ 21 would equal...."
And on it went.
But back at Hogwarts....
"I'm HUNGRY!" wailed Alex. "I WANNA GO BACK TO MY ROOM AND EAT!"
"I'm HUNGRY!" Christina chimed in. "Michelle, can I go in your room, and see what's for dinner?"
"You mean EAT," muttered Victoria.
Christina stopped, to glare at her. "Humph!" she said, tossing her hair.
"Whatever. I'm not hungry," shrugged Rachel, desperately searching for a reason to not go near their room, which had two large WINDOWS.
"Well, can't we play on your laptop then?" whined Victoria. "C'mon.... PLEASE?"
"Yeah! Great idea!" said Rachel, sarcastically. "What would you rather play? My stupid 'Thredbo Landslide project', or my Microworlds project?"
"WHAT?" ejaculated Angeline, for the second time that day. Or rather, EVENING, if you're an Angeline-type person, in which case I never hope to meet you, as one Angeline is quite enough for me, thank you very much.
"THEN WHY DID YOU EVEN BRING YOUR STUPID LAPTOP?" she shrieked at Rachel.
The other girl frowned. "Well, I haven't finished my projects," she shrugged.
"THAT'S SO STOOPID!" hooted Christina, bursting into laughter.
Victoria shook her head sadly.
"Deprived child," said Rachel, softly.
"Huh? Deprived?" Christina looked at her.
"(Especially of children) without certain benefits of money or social class; lacking educational opportunities, parental affection, etc.," said Angeline, not-so-helpfully.
"I still don't get it," said Christina.
"Deprived of new-technology," sighed Rachel. "A brain."
Victoria burst into laughter, as did most of the group.
"Go Rachel!" laughed Angeline, clapping.
"You always say that," Michelle informed her, sounding annoyed.
"Yeah, you should get a new line," added Leanne.
Angeline was about to reply, but Rachel butted in.
"Yeah? Well YOU should get a new life," she snapped. "Or maybe you should GET one, seeing the way you act."
There was a minute of silence....and it wasn't even ANZAC day.
Then....
"I can't believe it," gasped Victoria.
"She...." began Susie.
"DEFENDED!" shouted Katie.
"Someone...." finished Alex.
The whole group was astonished.
"And not just ANYONE," said Sarah, solemnly.
"ANGELINE."
Everyone chimed in on that one.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh how very funny," she drawled. "You should all go on Seinfeld, you're such a laugh."
"Pleased to hear it," nodded Katie, proudly. "Thanks."
Everyone laughed. Whoever this 'Everyone' character was, Rachel was really beginning to detest her.... or him....OH STUFF IT! IT!
"SARCASM, stupid. SARCASM," said Rachel. Then she stalked off, to play on her laptop. No wait. She only had one game on her laptop now, and that was Icy Tower. And she didn't want to play that. Ah well. Might as well work on her 'project'.
Rachel stuck her hand into her pocket, and patted the photos lovingly. Camp Photos. Memories. Brings a TEAR to the eye all the time....heh, heh, heh.
*
Okay, that's another chapter down. Phew! How many more, I wonder? Kinda depends on the number of reviews I get, seeing that it's SO inconvenient to update now, because Fanfiction.net is blocked, and it's....
*GASPS*
TEST WEEK! AGHR!
So, yeah. And by the way, Alex is also starting to write a story. I dunno what it's called yet, but yeah.
Her name is Silverthorn, and it's a TP HP fic. (Tamora Pierce and Harry Potter) in case you didn't know. Tamora Pierce is so cool! So's JK Rowling. They're both cool. So....yeah. That's cool.
Oh, wait! I almost forgot. Okay, if you ever go to a really crappy camp, that's a 'Sports & Recreation' one, and you find C.H. luvz Harry Potter '02 under one of the bunks....that's the one Christina slept in, and that's what I wrote. She spent long nights of insomnia, staring up at those words, with a goofy grin on her face. It's really funny. And if Angeline is mean to me any time during this week, I'll tell you what Michelle wrote. And trust me. It's not nice.