A/N- I'm back in Washington!!!! *grins* I missed rainy land very, very
much.
Anyway, I think one or two more chapters should do it. . .
Savvy???? ^_^
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The Four and the Fifth member had decided to go through the Seventh grade hall after realizing that they would be seen outside. They had used about five minutes of their time getting back in.
"Uh, Laura? Once we get there, how are we going to destroy the ring?"
Laura was silent. Andrew coughed.
"You mean to tell me that you have no idea what to do with it?"
Sarah nodded. "Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate."
"I suppose we *could* flush it."
"Yeah, let's do that!" Everyone turned to Laura, who had started the toilet business in the first place, and seemed very keen on the idea. She shrugged. "Hey, why not?"
"Or, you could just give us the Ring, and it would spare you the trouble."
The Four and Fifth members stopped arguing to look up, and see. . .
All of the Nine standing in front of them.
Normally, they wouldn't have laughed, especially when the future of their school was on the line. However, they looked so odd, standing there, clad in Abercrombie and Fitch, with ridiculously large silver hoops in their ears, that the "dramatic pose" that they were all striking wasn't dramatic.
It was, in fact, a laugh.
All of them burst out laughing at just about the same time. There was a slight moment of hesitation, but it wasn't long.
"Nice earrings!" Said Laura between laughs. She was of course, referring to Number Four (Or was it Number Six? They were all a bit interchangeable, she thought.), who was now attempting, and failing miserably, to untangle blond hair from the jewelry. Whatever Number she was, she paused to give Laura a seething glare. However, the effect was much ruined with all of the lip-gloss and other make-up she was wearing. "Malibu Barbie" was the first thing that popped into Rachel's head.
"Ugh, what*ever*. Listen, we don't have time to play your childish games, alright? We so need to re-apply out eye shadow, so if you wouldn't mind, give us the Ring, and we'll be on our way." Number One flipped her hair, in what she must have thought was a menacing way. The Four and Fifth stopped laughing, and straitened up, trying to look serious.
"Er, well, the thing is, we were all sort of hoping for a bit of a fight, you know. That sort of thing." Said Andrew. Number One raised her eyebrow.
"A fight?"
"Well, yeah." Said Elwyn.
"And not a cat fight." Said Rachel.
"And what make you so sure we want to fight?"
"Your music is trash, you dress like. . . well, I think you know what I'm talking about, and you have the worst, uh, shoes." Laura gave them a sarcastic smile. The Nine did not like being insulted. That was apparent. The Four and Fifth member got out their weapons.
"For Billy!" Sarah cried.
"For Toy Story Aliens!" Laura yelled.
"For Orlando Bloom!" Rachel said proudly.
"For punks!" Elwyn grinned.
Andrew sighed, before brandishing his card box, and said,
"For sanity. . . ?"
Laura thwapped Number Two of the head, and was immediately squirted with some sort of floral scented perfume. She coughed and made a gagging sound.
"Please tell me you don't actually *wear* that stuff!!!"
Number Two looked at her concernedly, her blue eyes widening.
"What's wrong with it? Is it too heavy, or something?"
"Naw, it's fine," Said Laura, who took this opportunity to thwap her again.
Sarah was trying to know lipstick out of a Nine's hand.
"Get-that-away-from-me!"
"But it's *just* your color! You'll look FABULOUS with this! I promise."
"What good is your word?" Sarah asked quizzically as she knocked it out of her hand. The pink lipstick landed on the floor, and was mashed into the rug.
"Ugh! That was expensive, too!" The Nine sank to the floor, trying to salvage some.
Rachel was fighting off two at once.
"OK, let's get this straight. I don't like you, your perfume, your choice in guys, or your lipstick." She was doing quite spectacular, parrying lunges from the two members of the Nine.
"What's wrong with our boyfriends?" Asked one of them suspiciously.
"Well, it might be better if you chose one with brains, and if you kept them for more than a week." Rachel leaned forward, and messed up both of their hair.
"Eeek! Look what you've done!" They dove into the purses at their side and each pulled out a mirror and a little comb.
Andrew was busy insulting them.
"Why pink? It does nothing for your skin tone, you know." "And what would you know about it?"
"Nothing, really."
"Andrew, *attack* already!" Yelled Sarah.
"I don't really want to hit a girl, though."
"They aren't girls, they are evil."
Good enough for Andrew.
He hit her square in the forehead with his card pack. Excellent shot, truly.
"Nice one, Andrew!"
Elwyn was cursing at Number Five in some unknown language, again probably made-up.
"What is it you have against punks, anyway?"
"They have icky fashion sense!"
THWAP.
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A/N- So. . . good? Bad? So-so? I need a little feedback, my friends! Thanks to Laura, who gave me a couple ideas for this chapter. As for the thwap at the end of this one, I am a punk myself, not some Avril wannabe, mind you, and I think "thwap" is all the answer you need for a comment like that.
Everyone feel bad for Andrew, as he had a run-in with Kelsey and Company at the movies this summer! (Sauron and the Nine in my fic.)
I wish I was there, Andrew! We could have waged war!
Savvy???? ^_^
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The Four and the Fifth member had decided to go through the Seventh grade hall after realizing that they would be seen outside. They had used about five minutes of their time getting back in.
"Uh, Laura? Once we get there, how are we going to destroy the ring?"
Laura was silent. Andrew coughed.
"You mean to tell me that you have no idea what to do with it?"
Sarah nodded. "Yeah, that sounds pretty accurate."
"I suppose we *could* flush it."
"Yeah, let's do that!" Everyone turned to Laura, who had started the toilet business in the first place, and seemed very keen on the idea. She shrugged. "Hey, why not?"
"Or, you could just give us the Ring, and it would spare you the trouble."
The Four and Fifth members stopped arguing to look up, and see. . .
All of the Nine standing in front of them.
Normally, they wouldn't have laughed, especially when the future of their school was on the line. However, they looked so odd, standing there, clad in Abercrombie and Fitch, with ridiculously large silver hoops in their ears, that the "dramatic pose" that they were all striking wasn't dramatic.
It was, in fact, a laugh.
All of them burst out laughing at just about the same time. There was a slight moment of hesitation, but it wasn't long.
"Nice earrings!" Said Laura between laughs. She was of course, referring to Number Four (Or was it Number Six? They were all a bit interchangeable, she thought.), who was now attempting, and failing miserably, to untangle blond hair from the jewelry. Whatever Number she was, she paused to give Laura a seething glare. However, the effect was much ruined with all of the lip-gloss and other make-up she was wearing. "Malibu Barbie" was the first thing that popped into Rachel's head.
"Ugh, what*ever*. Listen, we don't have time to play your childish games, alright? We so need to re-apply out eye shadow, so if you wouldn't mind, give us the Ring, and we'll be on our way." Number One flipped her hair, in what she must have thought was a menacing way. The Four and Fifth stopped laughing, and straitened up, trying to look serious.
"Er, well, the thing is, we were all sort of hoping for a bit of a fight, you know. That sort of thing." Said Andrew. Number One raised her eyebrow.
"A fight?"
"Well, yeah." Said Elwyn.
"And not a cat fight." Said Rachel.
"And what make you so sure we want to fight?"
"Your music is trash, you dress like. . . well, I think you know what I'm talking about, and you have the worst, uh, shoes." Laura gave them a sarcastic smile. The Nine did not like being insulted. That was apparent. The Four and Fifth member got out their weapons.
"For Billy!" Sarah cried.
"For Toy Story Aliens!" Laura yelled.
"For Orlando Bloom!" Rachel said proudly.
"For punks!" Elwyn grinned.
Andrew sighed, before brandishing his card box, and said,
"For sanity. . . ?"
Laura thwapped Number Two of the head, and was immediately squirted with some sort of floral scented perfume. She coughed and made a gagging sound.
"Please tell me you don't actually *wear* that stuff!!!"
Number Two looked at her concernedly, her blue eyes widening.
"What's wrong with it? Is it too heavy, or something?"
"Naw, it's fine," Said Laura, who took this opportunity to thwap her again.
Sarah was trying to know lipstick out of a Nine's hand.
"Get-that-away-from-me!"
"But it's *just* your color! You'll look FABULOUS with this! I promise."
"What good is your word?" Sarah asked quizzically as she knocked it out of her hand. The pink lipstick landed on the floor, and was mashed into the rug.
"Ugh! That was expensive, too!" The Nine sank to the floor, trying to salvage some.
Rachel was fighting off two at once.
"OK, let's get this straight. I don't like you, your perfume, your choice in guys, or your lipstick." She was doing quite spectacular, parrying lunges from the two members of the Nine.
"What's wrong with our boyfriends?" Asked one of them suspiciously.
"Well, it might be better if you chose one with brains, and if you kept them for more than a week." Rachel leaned forward, and messed up both of their hair.
"Eeek! Look what you've done!" They dove into the purses at their side and each pulled out a mirror and a little comb.
Andrew was busy insulting them.
"Why pink? It does nothing for your skin tone, you know." "And what would you know about it?"
"Nothing, really."
"Andrew, *attack* already!" Yelled Sarah.
"I don't really want to hit a girl, though."
"They aren't girls, they are evil."
Good enough for Andrew.
He hit her square in the forehead with his card pack. Excellent shot, truly.
"Nice one, Andrew!"
Elwyn was cursing at Number Five in some unknown language, again probably made-up.
"What is it you have against punks, anyway?"
"They have icky fashion sense!"
THWAP.
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A/N- So. . . good? Bad? So-so? I need a little feedback, my friends! Thanks to Laura, who gave me a couple ideas for this chapter. As for the thwap at the end of this one, I am a punk myself, not some Avril wannabe, mind you, and I think "thwap" is all the answer you need for a comment like that.
Everyone feel bad for Andrew, as he had a run-in with Kelsey and Company at the movies this summer! (Sauron and the Nine in my fic.)
I wish I was there, Andrew! We could have waged war!