A/N- It's rather sad of me that I have been writing this since February. -_-
;;; I suppose I owe you readers an apology for my attentiveness at updating
this thing. SO, I'm sorry, and when I start my next parody, I promise I
will update it with more speed than this one. I love you all lots, and may
the ocean wear rubber pants to keep it's bottom dry.
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Sarah sunk down to her knees, looking very, very depressed. Rachel cast a worried glance down at her and said, reassuringly, "It's all right Sarah. We'll still find a way to beat them."
Sarah sighed.
"It's not that. I just remembered- Billy's soul was taken from him by the Wicked Witch of the NorthWest!" And then, she broke into sobs.
"Er, yes. . . well. . . I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't aware."
But it wasn't much use. Sarah was in a pretty right state, and was ignoring most anything Rachel was saying. Andrew leaned over to Rachel and said,
"Who's Billy?" Rachel's eyes got big, and she shook her head fervently.
"Shhh! Don't let her hear you-"
"HE WAS MY ONE TRUE LOVE, AND NOW HE'S GOOOONE!!!!!"
Laura was sincerely glad that no one was paying them any attention.
"That was Number Four, and Number Five, I'm sure of it." Said Elwyn to Laura.
"How would you know? They all look the same to me."
"Trust me, if they had kidnapped you, you'd know."
Laura shrugged.
"Alright."
"What's up with you, anyway?"
"What about me?" Laura's voice gave away that she was very unhappy.
"Let me take a wild, and completely uneducated guess that your upset because we didn't let you go after the Preps?"
"Maybe."
"Laura, what would have happened if more were waiting outside to ambush us? Maybe that's what they wanted, anyway. Lure some of us out there, and then we're attacked by loads of 'em. We wouldn't be ready. We need another day."
"What if they weren't? If they were alone-"
Rachel cut her off.
"So, we have captives. Big deal. They'd either ambush us on our way to Eighth Grade Deep, and take them back, or they'd give them up. What's two of they're number to them when half the school's on they're side?"
Laura glared defeatedly.
"Fine, whatever." She then stalked off to harass some more sixth graders.
Sarah stopped her crying, and looked around.
"Where'd Andrew go?"
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Andrew crouched down behind a door, spying into the gym. He blinked, hardly believing what he was seeing. Preps were all crowded into the gym. They were everywhere, and there was at least triple number wise than what they had.
This. . . was very, very bad.
A voice rang over the intercom. Obviously, they had control of the office as well. That too, was very bad.
"Hey chicas!" Came the overly perky voice from the wall.
Many voices answered.
"I hope your all doing well, because in a half and hour, we'll begin our plans to destroy the little rebels attempts and beating us. I'd like to thank, however, Number Four and Number Five for sneaking in and gathering information. I love you lots, girlfriends! When I give the signal via intercom, proceed with plans. Until later, then!" There was a beep as the Preppy One sat down the receiver.
Andrew ran back to Headquarters to tell the Four this information.
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"They're WHAT?!?!"
"Yeah, I know. That means we have to leave now, or else they'll beat us."
Elwyn turned to the crown of students.
"You heard him! Grab you weapons and head out the back way to Eighth Grade Deep! And be quick about it!"
Laura cleared her throat.
"Um, I think we can pull this off, guys. I. . . know, we can."
The entire room fell silent and stared at her.
"When were you ever this optimistic?"
Laura swore and ran after the Sixth Grader whom she'd been harassing before, with Sarah skipping behind, shouting, "LANGUAGE!"
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A/N- Hmmm. . . I wonder what's gonna happen! I don't know yet. I haven't written the other chapters. ^.^''''' Oh, and if you didn't get why I put down the Wicked Witch of the NorthWest, it's because I live in Washington.
The *original* Mordor.
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Sarah sunk down to her knees, looking very, very depressed. Rachel cast a worried glance down at her and said, reassuringly, "It's all right Sarah. We'll still find a way to beat them."
Sarah sighed.
"It's not that. I just remembered- Billy's soul was taken from him by the Wicked Witch of the NorthWest!" And then, she broke into sobs.
"Er, yes. . . well. . . I'm terribly sorry. I wasn't aware."
But it wasn't much use. Sarah was in a pretty right state, and was ignoring most anything Rachel was saying. Andrew leaned over to Rachel and said,
"Who's Billy?" Rachel's eyes got big, and she shook her head fervently.
"Shhh! Don't let her hear you-"
"HE WAS MY ONE TRUE LOVE, AND NOW HE'S GOOOONE!!!!!"
Laura was sincerely glad that no one was paying them any attention.
"That was Number Four, and Number Five, I'm sure of it." Said Elwyn to Laura.
"How would you know? They all look the same to me."
"Trust me, if they had kidnapped you, you'd know."
Laura shrugged.
"Alright."
"What's up with you, anyway?"
"What about me?" Laura's voice gave away that she was very unhappy.
"Let me take a wild, and completely uneducated guess that your upset because we didn't let you go after the Preps?"
"Maybe."
"Laura, what would have happened if more were waiting outside to ambush us? Maybe that's what they wanted, anyway. Lure some of us out there, and then we're attacked by loads of 'em. We wouldn't be ready. We need another day."
"What if they weren't? If they were alone-"
Rachel cut her off.
"So, we have captives. Big deal. They'd either ambush us on our way to Eighth Grade Deep, and take them back, or they'd give them up. What's two of they're number to them when half the school's on they're side?"
Laura glared defeatedly.
"Fine, whatever." She then stalked off to harass some more sixth graders.
Sarah stopped her crying, and looked around.
"Where'd Andrew go?"
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Andrew crouched down behind a door, spying into the gym. He blinked, hardly believing what he was seeing. Preps were all crowded into the gym. They were everywhere, and there was at least triple number wise than what they had.
This. . . was very, very bad.
A voice rang over the intercom. Obviously, they had control of the office as well. That too, was very bad.
"Hey chicas!" Came the overly perky voice from the wall.
Many voices answered.
"I hope your all doing well, because in a half and hour, we'll begin our plans to destroy the little rebels attempts and beating us. I'd like to thank, however, Number Four and Number Five for sneaking in and gathering information. I love you lots, girlfriends! When I give the signal via intercom, proceed with plans. Until later, then!" There was a beep as the Preppy One sat down the receiver.
Andrew ran back to Headquarters to tell the Four this information.
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"They're WHAT?!?!"
"Yeah, I know. That means we have to leave now, or else they'll beat us."
Elwyn turned to the crown of students.
"You heard him! Grab you weapons and head out the back way to Eighth Grade Deep! And be quick about it!"
Laura cleared her throat.
"Um, I think we can pull this off, guys. I. . . know, we can."
The entire room fell silent and stared at her.
"When were you ever this optimistic?"
Laura swore and ran after the Sixth Grader whom she'd been harassing before, with Sarah skipping behind, shouting, "LANGUAGE!"
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A/N- Hmmm. . . I wonder what's gonna happen! I don't know yet. I haven't written the other chapters. ^.^''''' Oh, and if you didn't get why I put down the Wicked Witch of the NorthWest, it's because I live in Washington.
The *original* Mordor.