The Adaptations of A Polar Bear: Chapter 7
Argh. Another chapter typed out on a school comp. I seem to be *living* my computer life in the library lately. Anywayz, netball was for Sec. Ones turn out to be on Thursdays, it's raining damn heavily. What fun.
On with the chapter!
"Look, if the ford is over here, Redwall would be over there!"
"But how do you know that we're on that side of the ford and not this?"
"Look, if this is north and that is south, then we should be on that side of the - "
Diana and Po Linn were arguing. Shu had stayed out of the argument, even though she read the books. Reason? She sucked at geography and had no sense of direction at all. (And since Shu is the author of this fic, I think I am saying a lot about myself)
Po Linn jabbed a finger at somewhere along the ford printed upon the map and said loudly, cutting off Diana's argument. "But look here. If Redwall is on this bloody side, won't we be this side instead of that?"
At this futile argument, Sara had been sniggering at the side all the while, and Diana now shot her a thirtieth death glance as she retaliated to Po Linn's very. clear and understandable argument.
The Owl and Sam Wong's Homework Club (OASWHC) were all diligently doing corrections for their Chinese workbooks with green pens, which had been recovered from Owl's pocket. Zhao Lao Shi was hovering above them, correcting the way they wrote this word and that, and telling them the difference between "that funny word" on the right and "the even funnier word" on the right.
The rest of the class was just sitting around.
And then the loud peals of a bell broke the not-so-tranquil surroundings, cutting short Po Linn's reply to Diana's reply, making the rest of the class jump, and causing the OASWHC to stall their ever-moving green pens and look up.
Simultaneously, the heads of the Redwall fanatics shot up, and they gave each other a cursory glance before they turned in the direction of the bells.
"If the bells are coming from that direction." Po Linn muttered, staring off into the distance.
"Then Redwall is that way!" Diana finished, pointing furiously at her Marlfox and shooting a triumphant glance at Po Linn. "See, I told you!"
"Fine."
Gathering the rest of the class up, the Redwall readers herded them (like sheep) in Diana's pointed direction.
Argh. Another chapter typed out on a school comp. I seem to be *living* my computer life in the library lately. Anywayz, netball was for Sec. Ones turn out to be on Thursdays, it's raining damn heavily. What fun.
On with the chapter!
"Look, if the ford is over here, Redwall would be over there!"
"But how do you know that we're on that side of the ford and not this?"
"Look, if this is north and that is south, then we should be on that side of the - "
Diana and Po Linn were arguing. Shu had stayed out of the argument, even though she read the books. Reason? She sucked at geography and had no sense of direction at all. (And since Shu is the author of this fic, I think I am saying a lot about myself)
Po Linn jabbed a finger at somewhere along the ford printed upon the map and said loudly, cutting off Diana's argument. "But look here. If Redwall is on this bloody side, won't we be this side instead of that?"
At this futile argument, Sara had been sniggering at the side all the while, and Diana now shot her a thirtieth death glance as she retaliated to Po Linn's very. clear and understandable argument.
The Owl and Sam Wong's Homework Club (OASWHC) were all diligently doing corrections for their Chinese workbooks with green pens, which had been recovered from Owl's pocket. Zhao Lao Shi was hovering above them, correcting the way they wrote this word and that, and telling them the difference between "that funny word" on the right and "the even funnier word" on the right.
The rest of the class was just sitting around.
And then the loud peals of a bell broke the not-so-tranquil surroundings, cutting short Po Linn's reply to Diana's reply, making the rest of the class jump, and causing the OASWHC to stall their ever-moving green pens and look up.
Simultaneously, the heads of the Redwall fanatics shot up, and they gave each other a cursory glance before they turned in the direction of the bells.
"If the bells are coming from that direction." Po Linn muttered, staring off into the distance.
"Then Redwall is that way!" Diana finished, pointing furiously at her Marlfox and shooting a triumphant glance at Po Linn. "See, I told you!"
"Fine."
Gathering the rest of the class up, the Redwall readers herded them (like sheep) in Diana's pointed direction.