(A/N- Hey hey- I know the last chapter of my fic wasn't really that funny,
and that is mainly due to the fact that I am in a creative slump, and
running out of ideas. -_-;;; This will probably end in a few more
installments, and then I will hopefully start on some more parodies,
focusing on the actual characters. In the mean time, I am open to ideas,
so feel free to e-mail me, or review to let me know what you are thinking!
And just a little side note- Analia renamed her fic (curses), so now it is
called "Consequences." Go read it!
Lotsa Luv- Elwyn)
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The Four plus Cindy sat in silence, until Elwyn laughed.
"Are you guys really sure this is gonna work?" Rachel looked down at her own paper.
Step 1- Steal the Nine's lip-gloss, replace with toothpaste.
Step 2- Steal the Nine's eye shadow, replace with powdered sugar.
Step 3- If and when the Nine are distracted/disoriented, head down to the Room of Doom (i.e. the bathroom nearest the gym), and destroy the One Ring.
Sarah scratched her head.
"Is it only going to take three steps?"
Laura sighed.
"Doubt it." Cindy blinked. Then blinked again.
"Something in your eye, oh Odd Flute player?"
"No. I just thought of something brilliant!!!"
Everyone looked at her. Including Billy, who was still wearing the oh-so- stylish blue sunglasses.
That is when everyone else caught on.
"Are you saying we could do that in conjunction with our original plan?"
Cindy nodded.
"We can take our their minions beforehand, and the job's much easier afterward."
Rachel bit her lip.
"Yeah, but who are we going to get as allies?"
Sarah counted them off on her fingers out loud.
"Band students, orchestra students, maybe even some sixth graders. But even that really isn't enough."
"Unless." started Elwyn, starting to smile. Laura raised an eyebrow.
"Unless what?"
"In case you didn't notice, I was pausing for 'dramatic effect.' But anyways, like I was saying, what if we get the Outcasts to help?"
A ringing silence.
Of course. get the people who hated the Preps the most. Outcasts.
"Well then, El. We'll let you talk to them. After all, your friends with a lot of them." Cindy smiled evilly, checking her watch. "Y'know, if you go now, you can catch them playing Magic the Gathering© in the Library."
Elwyn stood up, heading for the door.
"Great," she said, then continued in a high pitched, mocking tone, "Hi, I'm Elwyn from the Fellowship of Misfits, and I'm also the Ambassador to the Social Outcasts." She paused as she pulled her hood over her face and walked out the door.
"Gods, this one's gonna follow me though high school."
~~~~SOMEWHERE IN THE SCHOOL~~~~
Number One pointed to the complex, scientific diagram, which she had drawn in lipstick on a mirror. In truth, the "complex, scientific diagram" was little more than lines, criss-crosses, and otherwise illegible pink markings, but she was in a particularly fowl mood-her favorite brand of hair care products was being discontinued- so none of the Nine really wanted to point this out to her. So they looked at her with absolute attention, pearly-toothed elation plastered on their faces.
"So like I was saying, the Preppy One has been putting together an army to attack everyone else. I think we should corner and carry out our plans at Eighth Grade Deep!"
Number Five flipped her hair, and was about to object, when all of the unnaturally straight blonde-ness got caught in her J.Lo hoops, and she fell over, whining, swearing, and twitching.
The rest of them shook their heads sadly in disgust, while secretly only doing this so Number One wouldn't throw a fit because they weren't paying any attention. Besides, Number One was not fun to be around when she was angry, thought Number Four, as she recalled the loss of her favorite glitter eye shadow.
(A/N- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I have inspiration again!!!!!!! YAY! Happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Lotsa Luv- Elwyn)
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The Four plus Cindy sat in silence, until Elwyn laughed.
"Are you guys really sure this is gonna work?" Rachel looked down at her own paper.
Step 1- Steal the Nine's lip-gloss, replace with toothpaste.
Step 2- Steal the Nine's eye shadow, replace with powdered sugar.
Step 3- If and when the Nine are distracted/disoriented, head down to the Room of Doom (i.e. the bathroom nearest the gym), and destroy the One Ring.
Sarah scratched her head.
"Is it only going to take three steps?"
Laura sighed.
"Doubt it." Cindy blinked. Then blinked again.
"Something in your eye, oh Odd Flute player?"
"No. I just thought of something brilliant!!!"
Everyone looked at her. Including Billy, who was still wearing the oh-so- stylish blue sunglasses.
That is when everyone else caught on.
"Are you saying we could do that in conjunction with our original plan?"
Cindy nodded.
"We can take our their minions beforehand, and the job's much easier afterward."
Rachel bit her lip.
"Yeah, but who are we going to get as allies?"
Sarah counted them off on her fingers out loud.
"Band students, orchestra students, maybe even some sixth graders. But even that really isn't enough."
"Unless." started Elwyn, starting to smile. Laura raised an eyebrow.
"Unless what?"
"In case you didn't notice, I was pausing for 'dramatic effect.' But anyways, like I was saying, what if we get the Outcasts to help?"
A ringing silence.
Of course. get the people who hated the Preps the most. Outcasts.
"Well then, El. We'll let you talk to them. After all, your friends with a lot of them." Cindy smiled evilly, checking her watch. "Y'know, if you go now, you can catch them playing Magic the Gathering© in the Library."
Elwyn stood up, heading for the door.
"Great," she said, then continued in a high pitched, mocking tone, "Hi, I'm Elwyn from the Fellowship of Misfits, and I'm also the Ambassador to the Social Outcasts." She paused as she pulled her hood over her face and walked out the door.
"Gods, this one's gonna follow me though high school."
~~~~SOMEWHERE IN THE SCHOOL~~~~
Number One pointed to the complex, scientific diagram, which she had drawn in lipstick on a mirror. In truth, the "complex, scientific diagram" was little more than lines, criss-crosses, and otherwise illegible pink markings, but she was in a particularly fowl mood-her favorite brand of hair care products was being discontinued- so none of the Nine really wanted to point this out to her. So they looked at her with absolute attention, pearly-toothed elation plastered on their faces.
"So like I was saying, the Preppy One has been putting together an army to attack everyone else. I think we should corner and carry out our plans at Eighth Grade Deep!"
Number Five flipped her hair, and was about to object, when all of the unnaturally straight blonde-ness got caught in her J.Lo hoops, and she fell over, whining, swearing, and twitching.
The rest of them shook their heads sadly in disgust, while secretly only doing this so Number One wouldn't throw a fit because they weren't paying any attention. Besides, Number One was not fun to be around when she was angry, thought Number Four, as she recalled the loss of her favorite glitter eye shadow.
(A/N- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I have inspiration again!!!!!!! YAY! Happy days!!!!!!!!!!!!)