Woah. . . ok. I swear, if I don't get a soda RIGHT now, I will scream. I've
gone through almost four glasses of water today because there is absolutely
NO soda left in this house! Grrrrr! I'm gonna be sick from all this water!
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The rest of the week past slowly and uneventfully, and Saturday was :very: welcome. The gang had gotten all of their laptops working somehow, much to the amazement of all the pure witches and wizards. We would've sat and watched Eminem music videos all day long had it not been our first chance to go to Hogsmeade. Shopping! Oh gods, there's nothing I love more than listening to my music than shopping! *squeee!*
We all tricked Coyote into riding with Sunshine and Nathan, while :we: got to ride in peace. In one carriage, or whatever the folks round there called 'em, were Katie, Kelso, Draco, and me. I had worn my Guns 'n' Roses shirt that day just to piss Kelso off.
To understand Kelso, you have to realize that she is :highly: religious. Me personally: it gets annoying. I mean, somebody says "Oh my God" and Kelso gives the yutz an evil eye like you wouldn't believe. That girl's eyes shoot daggers or I'll get out! And she wonders why I beat up on her! Tora and Sid may have been goody-goodies, but they were Muslim! I never understood Islam, and I never intend to! Sid and Tora are tolerable. Uh. . . back to the story.
Kelso and me were back to singing "This is the Song that Never Ends", just like the "good ol' days". That's what we used to do on field trips with this boy named Matt. Me and whoever I was with would sing "This is the Song that Never Ends" as loud as we could, and for the :entire: trip. I'm not kiddin'! And if it wasn't that, we were singing along with Weird Al Yankovic in the Widau's (Kelso's family) van. The Our Shepherd lot was insane, plain and simple.
So, today, we were singing it all over again, finally getting Katie to join in. Draco just stared at us, wide-eyed, looking about ready to jump out and run all the way home. He yelled at us to shut-up once, but we just sang louder than ever, and he didn't say another word. Staring out the window, not saying anything, not looking at us. Nothing. So eventually we stopped, but Draco started complaining about having the song stuck in his head all day, so we started singing it again.
By the time we reached Hogsmeade, I thought Draco was going to fall out of the "carriage" and run for the hills screaming in agony. He didn't, thankfully. But he lit out for town faster than I could've imagined. It was classic.
"Kodak moment!" I yelled as we watched him trip and stumble on his way to hide somewhere in Hogsmeade. That was a family trademark, along with "Scooby-Doo B" whenever somebody asked where the car had been parked. My family is weird.
We didn't bother hunting for him. It was high time we got a bit of freedom to just be our loud-ass American selves without somebody questioning us. As we traveled through the streets, we noticed mostly the odd people in the town. Katie and me began yelling, "Popcorn! Getcher popcorn here! Cotton candy, anyone? Plastic glow sticks! Don't leave the circus without one!"
Kelso gave us her dagger-eyes. "That's mean, guys," she scolded. Actually, it was more of a whine now that I think about it.
"Give it up, Kelso," I sneered. "Remember? We're the barbarians! Just like Mr. Green said. We're the loud-ass, barbaric Yanks, and gods-dammit! I'm gonna live up to that name!" I would've ranted more, but I couldn't stop laughing, and Katie was already laughing herself to death, too. Kelso just shook her head, turned around, and went to find Kayso and Hermione. "Awww. . . who needs ya?" I yelled down the street. "We've got Chea-freakin'-mu Gible!! Booya!"
Witches and wizards all along the street stare at us in disbelief, some of them muttering under their breath. It's not like we needed to leave town to get the same effect, but after about a minute, everyone back in Avon would've gone back to their regularly scheduled day, without another thought to it. But Brits are funny. They keep staring like we were the plague or something.
When they still hadn't gone back to ignoring us, Katie whispered, "Did we shoot the queen or something?" We both lost it. I know at that moment, if I had known "God Save the Queen" I would've sung it. But, I didn't, and instead settled on "This is the Song that Never Ends". Again.
They all kept staring. I finally stopped after about two times through and walked casually back down the street like nothing happened. When Katie was within earshot, I said contemptably, "Fureners." That was, yet again, another family trademark, mutilated to my amusement. A word I decided to define as "describing one of a country other than the United States; an unbelievably annoying person, country of origin notwithstanding; or a person who can't drive, preferably Ohio drivers." Sorry, Eva, to insult Ohio, but blast it all! Those folks cain't drive!
"You know what this place needs?"
"What? Hogsmeade or Hogwarts?" Katie asked.
"Both!"
"Uhm. . . I dunno."
"Mountain Dew!" I grinned psychotically (is that a word?). "Gods rot it! This place freakin' needs culture! Where's the rotted Pizza Hut©? Where's the rotted Taco Bell©? Blast it all, where's the rotted Mickey D's!?" I continued to rant about all my favorite fast food restaraunts back home that I hadn't seen since I left New York on my flight to London. I spotted Nathan staring through a window, Coyote beside him. I ran up to him, spun him around, and grabbed him by the shirt collar. "Nathan! Oh thank the gods! Have you seen a Burger King© around here?" It was melodramatic(sp?), I know, but it got a good laugh out of everyone. Even Nathan. He may have been a jackass, but he was a jackass with a good sense of humor. (lol)
"I don't know about you, but I could really use a 42 oz. Vanilla Coke© right about now!" I laughed. I missed those 99 cent 42 ouncers.
We never found Draco. We saw him through the crowds a few times, but there was no way any of us could get to him. Coyote got hauled off by Hyena to look at racing brooms with Ron and Harry. About three minutes later we ran into Sid and Tora. Raising holy hell along the way, Katie, Sid, Tora, Nathan, and me wandered the streets for hours, hoping to find a shop that even mildly interested us. But there wasn't even an Ae'ropostale or Abercrombie store in sight, so it was pretty pointless.
The morning ended quickly, and the group rotated around until it was Katie, Draco, Nathan, and me in one "carriage". Draco wasn't too pleased, but he had witnessed the havoc we wreaked, and admitted he had to admire our style.
Since the original escapade with Nathan starting that rotted rumor, things had gotten less complicated between everyone. Nathan wasn't hated to the core as he was at first, and he had proven himself worthy of being in the gang. All hopes of the ultimate IHN were shattered, and only Lexie remained behind. By the end of the day, the Avon Orioles' only enemy was Sunshine. Heh. . . Avon Orioles. That's what we are, and that's what we chose to be called. The Oriole's formed into not only the exchange students, but the gang in general. By nightfall, the Orioles were considered to be, through all sorts of different connections: Katie, Sid, Tora, Nathan, Kelso, Kayso, Lexie, Cheamu, Coyote, Hyena, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and of course, me. Sunshine, although a true Oriole by law, wasn't included in the Oriole's as Hogwarts knew us, which went over just fine.
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That sounds like the end, don't it? Hardly. . .
I realize there was a :lot: of cussing, obscene ranting, and general rudeness in this chapter. Sorry for that, but think about it: I coulda made it a :whooooole: lot worse!
And that was kinda the funniest chapter yet! Review please! I'll continue if I get five more reviews! Multiple entries of the same review count, ya'll. I just wanna make sure ppl care enough to see the next chapter!
*~Lynxey~*
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The rest of the week past slowly and uneventfully, and Saturday was :very: welcome. The gang had gotten all of their laptops working somehow, much to the amazement of all the pure witches and wizards. We would've sat and watched Eminem music videos all day long had it not been our first chance to go to Hogsmeade. Shopping! Oh gods, there's nothing I love more than listening to my music than shopping! *squeee!*
We all tricked Coyote into riding with Sunshine and Nathan, while :we: got to ride in peace. In one carriage, or whatever the folks round there called 'em, were Katie, Kelso, Draco, and me. I had worn my Guns 'n' Roses shirt that day just to piss Kelso off.
To understand Kelso, you have to realize that she is :highly: religious. Me personally: it gets annoying. I mean, somebody says "Oh my God" and Kelso gives the yutz an evil eye like you wouldn't believe. That girl's eyes shoot daggers or I'll get out! And she wonders why I beat up on her! Tora and Sid may have been goody-goodies, but they were Muslim! I never understood Islam, and I never intend to! Sid and Tora are tolerable. Uh. . . back to the story.
Kelso and me were back to singing "This is the Song that Never Ends", just like the "good ol' days". That's what we used to do on field trips with this boy named Matt. Me and whoever I was with would sing "This is the Song that Never Ends" as loud as we could, and for the :entire: trip. I'm not kiddin'! And if it wasn't that, we were singing along with Weird Al Yankovic in the Widau's (Kelso's family) van. The Our Shepherd lot was insane, plain and simple.
So, today, we were singing it all over again, finally getting Katie to join in. Draco just stared at us, wide-eyed, looking about ready to jump out and run all the way home. He yelled at us to shut-up once, but we just sang louder than ever, and he didn't say another word. Staring out the window, not saying anything, not looking at us. Nothing. So eventually we stopped, but Draco started complaining about having the song stuck in his head all day, so we started singing it again.
By the time we reached Hogsmeade, I thought Draco was going to fall out of the "carriage" and run for the hills screaming in agony. He didn't, thankfully. But he lit out for town faster than I could've imagined. It was classic.
"Kodak moment!" I yelled as we watched him trip and stumble on his way to hide somewhere in Hogsmeade. That was a family trademark, along with "Scooby-Doo B" whenever somebody asked where the car had been parked. My family is weird.
We didn't bother hunting for him. It was high time we got a bit of freedom to just be our loud-ass American selves without somebody questioning us. As we traveled through the streets, we noticed mostly the odd people in the town. Katie and me began yelling, "Popcorn! Getcher popcorn here! Cotton candy, anyone? Plastic glow sticks! Don't leave the circus without one!"
Kelso gave us her dagger-eyes. "That's mean, guys," she scolded. Actually, it was more of a whine now that I think about it.
"Give it up, Kelso," I sneered. "Remember? We're the barbarians! Just like Mr. Green said. We're the loud-ass, barbaric Yanks, and gods-dammit! I'm gonna live up to that name!" I would've ranted more, but I couldn't stop laughing, and Katie was already laughing herself to death, too. Kelso just shook her head, turned around, and went to find Kayso and Hermione. "Awww. . . who needs ya?" I yelled down the street. "We've got Chea-freakin'-mu Gible!! Booya!"
Witches and wizards all along the street stare at us in disbelief, some of them muttering under their breath. It's not like we needed to leave town to get the same effect, but after about a minute, everyone back in Avon would've gone back to their regularly scheduled day, without another thought to it. But Brits are funny. They keep staring like we were the plague or something.
When they still hadn't gone back to ignoring us, Katie whispered, "Did we shoot the queen or something?" We both lost it. I know at that moment, if I had known "God Save the Queen" I would've sung it. But, I didn't, and instead settled on "This is the Song that Never Ends". Again.
They all kept staring. I finally stopped after about two times through and walked casually back down the street like nothing happened. When Katie was within earshot, I said contemptably, "Fureners." That was, yet again, another family trademark, mutilated to my amusement. A word I decided to define as "describing one of a country other than the United States; an unbelievably annoying person, country of origin notwithstanding; or a person who can't drive, preferably Ohio drivers." Sorry, Eva, to insult Ohio, but blast it all! Those folks cain't drive!
"You know what this place needs?"
"What? Hogsmeade or Hogwarts?" Katie asked.
"Both!"
"Uhm. . . I dunno."
"Mountain Dew!" I grinned psychotically (is that a word?). "Gods rot it! This place freakin' needs culture! Where's the rotted Pizza Hut©? Where's the rotted Taco Bell©? Blast it all, where's the rotted Mickey D's!?" I continued to rant about all my favorite fast food restaraunts back home that I hadn't seen since I left New York on my flight to London. I spotted Nathan staring through a window, Coyote beside him. I ran up to him, spun him around, and grabbed him by the shirt collar. "Nathan! Oh thank the gods! Have you seen a Burger King© around here?" It was melodramatic(sp?), I know, but it got a good laugh out of everyone. Even Nathan. He may have been a jackass, but he was a jackass with a good sense of humor. (lol)
"I don't know about you, but I could really use a 42 oz. Vanilla Coke© right about now!" I laughed. I missed those 99 cent 42 ouncers.
We never found Draco. We saw him through the crowds a few times, but there was no way any of us could get to him. Coyote got hauled off by Hyena to look at racing brooms with Ron and Harry. About three minutes later we ran into Sid and Tora. Raising holy hell along the way, Katie, Sid, Tora, Nathan, and me wandered the streets for hours, hoping to find a shop that even mildly interested us. But there wasn't even an Ae'ropostale or Abercrombie store in sight, so it was pretty pointless.
The morning ended quickly, and the group rotated around until it was Katie, Draco, Nathan, and me in one "carriage". Draco wasn't too pleased, but he had witnessed the havoc we wreaked, and admitted he had to admire our style.
Since the original escapade with Nathan starting that rotted rumor, things had gotten less complicated between everyone. Nathan wasn't hated to the core as he was at first, and he had proven himself worthy of being in the gang. All hopes of the ultimate IHN were shattered, and only Lexie remained behind. By the end of the day, the Avon Orioles' only enemy was Sunshine. Heh. . . Avon Orioles. That's what we are, and that's what we chose to be called. The Oriole's formed into not only the exchange students, but the gang in general. By nightfall, the Orioles were considered to be, through all sorts of different connections: Katie, Sid, Tora, Nathan, Kelso, Kayso, Lexie, Cheamu, Coyote, Hyena, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Harry, and of course, me. Sunshine, although a true Oriole by law, wasn't included in the Oriole's as Hogwarts knew us, which went over just fine.
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That sounds like the end, don't it? Hardly. . .
I realize there was a :lot: of cussing, obscene ranting, and general rudeness in this chapter. Sorry for that, but think about it: I coulda made it a :whooooole: lot worse!
And that was kinda the funniest chapter yet! Review please! I'll continue if I get five more reviews! Multiple entries of the same review count, ya'll. I just wanna make sure ppl care enough to see the next chapter!
*~Lynxey~*