Chapter 3: Ralon's Secret...and the Smell
"At last, archery!! Hip, hip hoooray!!" yelled Alanna.
Silently, a shadowy figure approached Alanna from behind.
"Are we ready to make fun of me again, Page Alan? I think not!!"
"What do you mean "we" Ralon. There is no "we", stupid. There is only "me" and that's that."
Alanna shuddered at the prospect of thinking that Ralon might even suggest that they were a "we" or an "us". He has good taste, she had to admit, but wait a minute, that would make him gay, because he wouldn't know that she was a girl. (no offence to gay people, but this was a strange idea to Alanna, as she probably didn't know wot a gay person was) She had to tell Gary.
The Dining Room...
"So mote it be!"
"So mote it be!"
Dinner was now ready to be eaten. Alanna quietly whispered what she had discovered, earlier that afternoon in Gary's ear. The rumor was spread around their table - Gary, Jon, Raoul, Alex, Ron and Harry. Suddenly, Gary laughed really loud, and the rest of the table joined in, realising that he was thinking about "Ralon".
It was Snape's class again. Alanna pitied Harry and Ron. Why did Snape pick on them so often. She wondered about what they were thinking. Why did Snape come here in the first place?? Oh, that's right. He wanted to benefit Tortall by "disciplining" the pages and squires...Alanna was interrupted in her thoughts from a strange, loud noise.
"Whooooooooof!! What was that?" asked Harry, waving his hand up and down in front of his nose.
A seriously stinky smell filled the air.
"I think I know!!" Ron replied, pointing to Snape.
All eyes turned to stare at Snape.
Snape was thinking...this is lovely. I wish I always had this much attention in class.
The rest of the class stared at him..thinking "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!! Grosss!! You see, they all thought Snape was like thinking the smell is "fart" made was refreshing and comforting. Poor Snape...NOT
A/N: How'd ya like dat?? Sorry it's a bit short, but more's coming
"At last, archery!! Hip, hip hoooray!!" yelled Alanna.
Silently, a shadowy figure approached Alanna from behind.
"Are we ready to make fun of me again, Page Alan? I think not!!"
"What do you mean "we" Ralon. There is no "we", stupid. There is only "me" and that's that."
Alanna shuddered at the prospect of thinking that Ralon might even suggest that they were a "we" or an "us". He has good taste, she had to admit, but wait a minute, that would make him gay, because he wouldn't know that she was a girl. (no offence to gay people, but this was a strange idea to Alanna, as she probably didn't know wot a gay person was) She had to tell Gary.
The Dining Room...
"So mote it be!"
"So mote it be!"
Dinner was now ready to be eaten. Alanna quietly whispered what she had discovered, earlier that afternoon in Gary's ear. The rumor was spread around their table - Gary, Jon, Raoul, Alex, Ron and Harry. Suddenly, Gary laughed really loud, and the rest of the table joined in, realising that he was thinking about "Ralon".
It was Snape's class again. Alanna pitied Harry and Ron. Why did Snape pick on them so often. She wondered about what they were thinking. Why did Snape come here in the first place?? Oh, that's right. He wanted to benefit Tortall by "disciplining" the pages and squires...Alanna was interrupted in her thoughts from a strange, loud noise.
"Whooooooooof!! What was that?" asked Harry, waving his hand up and down in front of his nose.
A seriously stinky smell filled the air.
"I think I know!!" Ron replied, pointing to Snape.
All eyes turned to stare at Snape.
Snape was thinking...this is lovely. I wish I always had this much attention in class.
The rest of the class stared at him..thinking "Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!!! Grosss!! You see, they all thought Snape was like thinking the smell is "fart" made was refreshing and comforting. Poor Snape...NOT
A/N: How'd ya like dat?? Sorry it's a bit short, but more's coming