The Pearl

Disclaimer:  The Pearl belongs to John Steinbeck.  Jander isn't mine, either, he goes to WotC.  Raistlin doesn't belong to me (WotC), but his tower might.  I'm not sure on that point.  Mr. Myers is his own person.  Nire belongs to me!  As does the plot and shit.

            "Aargh!" Nire shrieked, trying to disperse her aggression and expunge the aggression from her system.
            "What!  What!"  Jander looked up from the carving he was working on, sitting next to her.  He searched for malevolent forces.  He may be almost invulnerable, but Nire definitely had finite resources for protection.
            Nire's generally nonchalant attitude was completely gone.  She threw a book across the room of Raistlin's tower.  Jander caught the title flashing by - The Pearl.  "I hate this book!" she shouted.  "I have absolutely no esteem for this author!  This entire story is retarded!  I swear, it's affiliated with the devil or something!"
            "Breathe, Little One.  Try to put it into a cogent argument.  Why don't you like the book?"
            "Because," she said sullenly.
            "I'm not omniscient, M'ija.  You have to read this for school?"
            Nire nodded as she muttered, "Stupid Mr. Myers…"
            Jander wanted to ascertain her exact problem with the book.  "Well, if you have to read it, tell me about it, and that will make you feel better."
            Nire sighed.  Jander had an uncanny ability to make her talk.  "The story itself is dumb.  This dude, Kino, finds a pearl, which he think is, like, a panacea for everything wrong in his life.  To him, finding this pearl is a huge attainment.  He's going to, like, send his son to school and everything.  All of a sudden, all these people are skulking around and trying to kill him, and this doctor guy had a totally supercilious attitude.  And all these pearl buyers are anything but scrupulous.  It's got a message and stuff - the baby dies because of the pearl - but it is so stupid.  My dad read it to us when I was in, like, first grade.  I found it stupid then.  My dad did not bequeath his love of Steinbeck unto me.  I wish that stupid book would-" Nire's hands converged and burst back apart, miming an explosion.
            "It's okay, Nire.  It's a venial thing.  At least you don't have to pay attention in class, since you already read it."
            Nire sighed and went to retrieve the book.  "I guess so…"

*Fin*

(A/N:  This story (sort of) really happened.  I was flipping out to my invisible friend because we have to read The Pearl for language class (damn Mr. Myers!) and I truly hate the book.  Anywho, you know how this is a vocabulary composition?  Well, I got the three points for using all twenty words, then he offered one more point if it was about that friggin book.  So I did that…and didn't get the extra point because it was negative!  How unfair is that?  Grrr…)