Chapter 36
I'm supposed to be doing my homework, OR studying, right now....but really. Can you trust a girl in her room, with a laptop, and a love for writing? C'mon. It doesn't take an Angeline to figure out what she'll REALLY be doing.
Fanfiction.net. It's a whole new world.
Wouldn't that be a totally cool ad? I've got a better one for suncream though. It comes with a slogan, too! Right, if you're retarded, cheap and mean, just skip this whole ad, and go on to my next chapter. Otherwise, just read this quick ad.
Scenario: Three teenagers, on a field. It's a sunny day. There's two guys and one girl. Only one guy has a hat on.
Guy 2 (without the hat): Hats are dumb.
Girl: Yeah.
Guy 2: Let's go. I don't want to be seen around losers like him.
Girl: Yeah.
Guy 1 bursts into tears, as he watches the two popular people leave.
However, the next day....Guy 1, and Girl are dead. Written on the headstone is: Died from not wearing a cap when outside.
Guy 1 turns to camera: Cap on Head! Better than Dead!*
How wicked waz dat? Way better than 'Slip Slop Slap! Put on a cap!'. I mean, that's just old.
You can read the chapter now.
*
Rachel cackled, and cracked her knuckles loudly, as she stared at her laptop screen. A plate of sandwiches lay, untouched, beside a Polaroid camera. Several photos were spilled out, over the table. One had a picture of Angeline, another, a picture of Leanne, and another, a picture of Christina.
"Suffer, people," she said, as she began scanning the photos onto her laptop. Ah, the wonders of modern technology. The things you could do with laptops. In no time at all, there was a bright blue tellitubby sitting in front of her, with Angeline's face, Christina's hair, and an EXTREMELY ANNOYING grin on its face, that could have only belonged to Leanne. However, she soon became bored with this simple prank, deciding instead, to print off several copies of the hideous picture. It was incredible, what a few spells could do to a laptop. It even worked in the ancient castle, as well as her watch!
There was a soft knock at the door, and Michelle poked her head through.
"Have you seen Claire or Jess?" she asked, looking quite put-out.
"Nope. Hey, come look at this." Grinning, Rachel held up her masterpiece.
Taking one look at the piece of paper her 'friend' was holding up, Michelle screamed.
"AH!" she screeched. "IT'S....IT'S....HAPPY!" she choked the last word out, as if it were a hairball. "YEUCH!" She slammed the door, and ran down the stairs.
Rachel arched a brow.
"Interesting," she said, smiling.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michelle continued to scream, as she tumbled down the steps. Apparently, it did not hurt her, every time her head struck the ground, whenever she tripped.
"MICHELLE!" gasped Angeline. "What are you doing? What's wrong? I thought you were going to look for Jess."
"They're dead," shrugged Michelle.
"Oh," Angeline nodded. "That's why."
"No," Michelle shook her head. "Rachel just printed off his picture of a...." she looked around furtively, as if not wanting anyone to hear her say the FORBIDDEN WORD, which she had stupidly screamed out, earlier on.
"Happy tellitubby," she finished, straightening.
"What?"
Michelle repeated the unspeakable phrase, quietly.
"I still can't hear you," said Angeline, sounding quite annoyed. She LOOKED VERY annoyed.
"A HAPPY TELLITUBBY! HAPPY NOW?" shrieked Michelle. Instantly, she cowered down, and looked around quickly.
Angeline burst out laughing. "Why on earth would Rachel---" she stopped, realisation dawning on her face.
"AH! I'LL KILL YOU, IF YOU'VE---" she screamed, as she sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Reaching the top, she yanked open a door.
Pansy looked up.
Angeline shut the door, and opened another one.
Crabbe and Goyle were poised over a girl's bed, two huge slugs, wriggling in their grasp.
"Don't you dare," said Angeline, before slamming the door. She planted her hands on her hips, and glared around at the many doors. Which one would someone like Rachel dwell in? Hmm....As she thought, the group below shared out several packets of candy.
Suddenly....
"SARDINES!" yelled Sarah, leaping up, delighted at the prospect of a new game.
"Okay!" grinned Katie.
Gleefully, the group sprinted up the stairs, opening doors, and slamming them.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" demanded Angeline.
"TINY TOTS RULE!" shrieked Alex, as she tore past the older girl.
"WHAT?" Then, remembering the small, sugar coated fruit candies that had made her whole room (including her, she was ashamed to say), to get high, at the Canberra excursion, Angeline groaned. Small but devious. That was the perfect way to describe Tiny Tots. Kinda like Jubes, only smaller, and WAY sweeter.
"I LOVE TINY TOTS!" shouted Victoria, completing a pirouette. She giggled, and yanked open a door to reveal....
Uh oh.
*
What's Victoria done NOW, I wonder?
Oh, and by the way, never share a pack of Tiny Tots with three of your friends, after ten at night. You'll get so high, there won't be a ladder long enough to get you down. It was SO funny when Angeline went high. She started laughing at the corniest jokes, and staggering around, giggling. Oh, and when Michelle gets high, it's SO WEIRD. She also starts giggling, and screaming at the slightest sound, and every time she trips over (which is extremely often, when she's high) you can hear her cry.
'OH FUCK!'
Yup. Not terribly good. I think we must have caused many nightmares for the teachers and motel managers that night. Pity we finished all the Tiny Tots. Wish I wasn't high, so I could've taken a photo of our group.
Katie got seriously freaked out by her euphoric friends, when she returned to her room, after being in another room, watching a movie. She didn't have any Tiny Tots though, so she wasn't any fun.
I'm supposed to be doing my homework, OR studying, right now....but really. Can you trust a girl in her room, with a laptop, and a love for writing? C'mon. It doesn't take an Angeline to figure out what she'll REALLY be doing.
Fanfiction.net. It's a whole new world.
Wouldn't that be a totally cool ad? I've got a better one for suncream though. It comes with a slogan, too! Right, if you're retarded, cheap and mean, just skip this whole ad, and go on to my next chapter. Otherwise, just read this quick ad.
Scenario: Three teenagers, on a field. It's a sunny day. There's two guys and one girl. Only one guy has a hat on.
Guy 2 (without the hat): Hats are dumb.
Girl: Yeah.
Guy 2: Let's go. I don't want to be seen around losers like him.
Girl: Yeah.
Guy 1 bursts into tears, as he watches the two popular people leave.
However, the next day....Guy 1, and Girl are dead. Written on the headstone is: Died from not wearing a cap when outside.
Guy 1 turns to camera: Cap on Head! Better than Dead!*
How wicked waz dat? Way better than 'Slip Slop Slap! Put on a cap!'. I mean, that's just old.
You can read the chapter now.
*
Rachel cackled, and cracked her knuckles loudly, as she stared at her laptop screen. A plate of sandwiches lay, untouched, beside a Polaroid camera. Several photos were spilled out, over the table. One had a picture of Angeline, another, a picture of Leanne, and another, a picture of Christina.
"Suffer, people," she said, as she began scanning the photos onto her laptop. Ah, the wonders of modern technology. The things you could do with laptops. In no time at all, there was a bright blue tellitubby sitting in front of her, with Angeline's face, Christina's hair, and an EXTREMELY ANNOYING grin on its face, that could have only belonged to Leanne. However, she soon became bored with this simple prank, deciding instead, to print off several copies of the hideous picture. It was incredible, what a few spells could do to a laptop. It even worked in the ancient castle, as well as her watch!
There was a soft knock at the door, and Michelle poked her head through.
"Have you seen Claire or Jess?" she asked, looking quite put-out.
"Nope. Hey, come look at this." Grinning, Rachel held up her masterpiece.
Taking one look at the piece of paper her 'friend' was holding up, Michelle screamed.
"AH!" she screeched. "IT'S....IT'S....HAPPY!" she choked the last word out, as if it were a hairball. "YEUCH!" She slammed the door, and ran down the stairs.
Rachel arched a brow.
"Interesting," she said, smiling.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Michelle continued to scream, as she tumbled down the steps. Apparently, it did not hurt her, every time her head struck the ground, whenever she tripped.
"MICHELLE!" gasped Angeline. "What are you doing? What's wrong? I thought you were going to look for Jess."
"They're dead," shrugged Michelle.
"Oh," Angeline nodded. "That's why."
"No," Michelle shook her head. "Rachel just printed off his picture of a...." she looked around furtively, as if not wanting anyone to hear her say the FORBIDDEN WORD, which she had stupidly screamed out, earlier on.
"Happy tellitubby," she finished, straightening.
"What?"
Michelle repeated the unspeakable phrase, quietly.
"I still can't hear you," said Angeline, sounding quite annoyed. She LOOKED VERY annoyed.
"A HAPPY TELLITUBBY! HAPPY NOW?" shrieked Michelle. Instantly, she cowered down, and looked around quickly.
Angeline burst out laughing. "Why on earth would Rachel---" she stopped, realisation dawning on her face.
"AH! I'LL KILL YOU, IF YOU'VE---" she screamed, as she sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time. Reaching the top, she yanked open a door.
Pansy looked up.
Angeline shut the door, and opened another one.
Crabbe and Goyle were poised over a girl's bed, two huge slugs, wriggling in their grasp.
"Don't you dare," said Angeline, before slamming the door. She planted her hands on her hips, and glared around at the many doors. Which one would someone like Rachel dwell in? Hmm....As she thought, the group below shared out several packets of candy.
Suddenly....
"SARDINES!" yelled Sarah, leaping up, delighted at the prospect of a new game.
"Okay!" grinned Katie.
Gleefully, the group sprinted up the stairs, opening doors, and slamming them.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" demanded Angeline.
"TINY TOTS RULE!" shrieked Alex, as she tore past the older girl.
"WHAT?" Then, remembering the small, sugar coated fruit candies that had made her whole room (including her, she was ashamed to say), to get high, at the Canberra excursion, Angeline groaned. Small but devious. That was the perfect way to describe Tiny Tots. Kinda like Jubes, only smaller, and WAY sweeter.
"I LOVE TINY TOTS!" shouted Victoria, completing a pirouette. She giggled, and yanked open a door to reveal....
Uh oh.
*
What's Victoria done NOW, I wonder?
Oh, and by the way, never share a pack of Tiny Tots with three of your friends, after ten at night. You'll get so high, there won't be a ladder long enough to get you down. It was SO funny when Angeline went high. She started laughing at the corniest jokes, and staggering around, giggling. Oh, and when Michelle gets high, it's SO WEIRD. She also starts giggling, and screaming at the slightest sound, and every time she trips over (which is extremely often, when she's high) you can hear her cry.
'OH FUCK!'
Yup. Not terribly good. I think we must have caused many nightmares for the teachers and motel managers that night. Pity we finished all the Tiny Tots. Wish I wasn't high, so I could've taken a photo of our group.
Katie got seriously freaked out by her euphoric friends, when she returned to her room, after being in another room, watching a movie. She didn't have any Tiny Tots though, so she wasn't any fun.