Stokely was holding a gun half an inch a way from Carrie's head.
"What the hell?" Carrie asked with fear in her eyes. 'Am I gonna die?' she kept asking in her head.
"Take this." Zeke threw a. pen? No there was powder in it.
"What the fuck is it?" she asked nearly whispered.
"It's fairy dust. Now sniff it and we'll take the gun away." Carrie wasn't sure. She did as she was told. She unscrewed the top and took a sniff of it. 'God' she though. That shit was nasty. Now she found herself safe away from the gun and laughing at apparently nothing. She rubbed her nose, which felt stuffed. Carrie came back to herself. "So, are we going to watch the movie or not?"
"No." Stan answered.
"Well, why did you bring me here?" she wondered out loud.
"We thought you were an alien." Carrie found herself laughing uncontrollably again.
"Why the hell would you think I was an alien?"
"Well, there was a new girl last year and she was the alien. She was the queen. She tried to take over the earth and fooled us until Casey here killed her." Zeke put his arm around Casey who struggled to get it of.
"Oh well okay, I gotta go now." She said turning to the door. No one stopped her. They just watched her leave.
"Oh shit, what if she tells anyone, you know about the gun and drugs?" Stokely asked. They didn't really care since they were the ones who rid the world of aliens last time.
"Now we gotta get Marco." Casey said happily. Stokely frowned. Ever since she and Stan broke up she was lonely. They were still friend. That was important. 'How can he date Carrie and not me?' she could not help but wonder. 'Oh well he was an alien.' She kept reassuring her self. Carrie went beck home and went strait to bed. She did not really have a reason since it was kind of early.
A/N: I know it's short but want do you expect? A hundred thousand word essay telling you what happens next? I don't think so lol. Well I hope you like it and I think it pretty obvious what happens next. It's not? Well it wont be. You'll see. And please review, even if you hate it; tell me what I should improve on. Thanks.
"What the hell?" Carrie asked with fear in her eyes. 'Am I gonna die?' she kept asking in her head.
"Take this." Zeke threw a. pen? No there was powder in it.
"What the fuck is it?" she asked nearly whispered.
"It's fairy dust. Now sniff it and we'll take the gun away." Carrie wasn't sure. She did as she was told. She unscrewed the top and took a sniff of it. 'God' she though. That shit was nasty. Now she found herself safe away from the gun and laughing at apparently nothing. She rubbed her nose, which felt stuffed. Carrie came back to herself. "So, are we going to watch the movie or not?"
"No." Stan answered.
"Well, why did you bring me here?" she wondered out loud.
"We thought you were an alien." Carrie found herself laughing uncontrollably again.
"Why the hell would you think I was an alien?"
"Well, there was a new girl last year and she was the alien. She was the queen. She tried to take over the earth and fooled us until Casey here killed her." Zeke put his arm around Casey who struggled to get it of.
"Oh well okay, I gotta go now." She said turning to the door. No one stopped her. They just watched her leave.
"Oh shit, what if she tells anyone, you know about the gun and drugs?" Stokely asked. They didn't really care since they were the ones who rid the world of aliens last time.
"Now we gotta get Marco." Casey said happily. Stokely frowned. Ever since she and Stan broke up she was lonely. They were still friend. That was important. 'How can he date Carrie and not me?' she could not help but wonder. 'Oh well he was an alien.' She kept reassuring her self. Carrie went beck home and went strait to bed. She did not really have a reason since it was kind of early.
A/N: I know it's short but want do you expect? A hundred thousand word essay telling you what happens next? I don't think so lol. Well I hope you like it and I think it pretty obvious what happens next. It's not? Well it wont be. You'll see. And please review, even if you hate it; tell me what I should improve on. Thanks.