Okay, quick A/N and then the story.
Crimson Lugia: I'll just ignore those four scientific impossibilities, and run away. I didn't really want Abernathy to be such a jerk when I wrote him... just horridly annoying, and a bit tactless. Unfortunately, my OC's have minds of their own ;-). And, yes, R/P goodness. Okay, now before you ignore those four scientific impossibilities and draw a battering ram, I'd better get on with it.
Anhelga: Yes! I'm sooo happy someone else reviewed! I decided that I wouldn't post the next part until someone else reviewed, *tries to ignore Crimson's evil battering ram*, instead of on tuesday. I decided that, if it will help me be more motivated, I'll make a schedule, so that i'll update this story every tuesday and Thursday, or whenever else I feel motivated. And sorry about all the typos. My spellcheck's been on the fritz, and I can't proofread worth a darn. Yes, yes, i's called 'dictionary' but I'm too lazy. Oh, I read your profile. You like the Arthur trilogy? I've read the first one (and LOVED it) but I haven't been able to find the other three.
Okay, now to the story.
"Come ON!" Gabrielle turned back and souted, for what may have been the seven-hundredth time.
"B-but the bridge is all rickety, and it could fall any minute, and," Abernathy trailed off, facing the full rath of Gabrielle's anger.
"And a semi-truck just passed over it with no problem. Now go!"
Abernathy took a tentative step forward, shivering so hard that he just might fall off the center of the ten foot bridge. He took another step, and another, and... And I'm going to skip forward to our heroes, because this could take all day.
Rudy and Penny were scanning the horizon through Rudy's newly drawn binoculars, looking for something- anything- coming there way.
"It's no use." Penny sighed, "You can tell there was something there, but whatever it is is long gone now.
"How long?"
"About 3.689254 hours."
"Oh," Rudy shrugged it off. Where Penny got those numbers from, he'd never know.
"Oh." Came a mocking voice from behind them, "About 3.689254 hours."
"It's 3.689259 hours now." Penny corrected immediately, thinking it was Rudy.
The voice came again, "Oh. That's just like Penny Sanchez. Still doing those great feats of math, I see. It's nice to know some things never change."
Penny turned around, and followed Rudy's gaze up the hill. Standing on top was a stunningly pretty girl... about their age.
"Melina? I thought you were dead."
"Do I look dead?" The girl asked.
"I'm glad your not. Does everyone know your alive? Chelsea, Jenelle, Brieanna, Jonathen...."
"No." The girls tone was icy, clipped. Penny didn't notice.
"You should come with us back to the Freeport Inn. We're staying there, and all the old gang is around. You can meet Rudy's parents."
The girl seemed for the first time to notice Rudy. Her eyes looked him up and down, finally coming to rest on the chalk held in one hand, "Yes. Penny, I can see some things never change." The girl's eyes were flinty now, "Still following around some person with chalk, hoping for some attention from your betters."
The smile was gone from Penny's face. "Well, Melina, I can see you haven't changed a bit, either."
A/N: Yes, yes, I know. Another horridly short chapter. Don't worry. The one that I'm going to post on Tuesday will be huge.
Crimson Lugia: I'll just ignore those four scientific impossibilities, and run away. I didn't really want Abernathy to be such a jerk when I wrote him... just horridly annoying, and a bit tactless. Unfortunately, my OC's have minds of their own ;-). And, yes, R/P goodness. Okay, now before you ignore those four scientific impossibilities and draw a battering ram, I'd better get on with it.
Anhelga: Yes! I'm sooo happy someone else reviewed! I decided that I wouldn't post the next part until someone else reviewed, *tries to ignore Crimson's evil battering ram*, instead of on tuesday. I decided that, if it will help me be more motivated, I'll make a schedule, so that i'll update this story every tuesday and Thursday, or whenever else I feel motivated. And sorry about all the typos. My spellcheck's been on the fritz, and I can't proofread worth a darn. Yes, yes, i's called 'dictionary' but I'm too lazy. Oh, I read your profile. You like the Arthur trilogy? I've read the first one (and LOVED it) but I haven't been able to find the other three.
Okay, now to the story.
"Come ON!" Gabrielle turned back and souted, for what may have been the seven-hundredth time.
"B-but the bridge is all rickety, and it could fall any minute, and," Abernathy trailed off, facing the full rath of Gabrielle's anger.
"And a semi-truck just passed over it with no problem. Now go!"
Abernathy took a tentative step forward, shivering so hard that he just might fall off the center of the ten foot bridge. He took another step, and another, and... And I'm going to skip forward to our heroes, because this could take all day.
Rudy and Penny were scanning the horizon through Rudy's newly drawn binoculars, looking for something- anything- coming there way.
"It's no use." Penny sighed, "You can tell there was something there, but whatever it is is long gone now.
"How long?"
"About 3.689254 hours."
"Oh," Rudy shrugged it off. Where Penny got those numbers from, he'd never know.
"Oh." Came a mocking voice from behind them, "About 3.689254 hours."
"It's 3.689259 hours now." Penny corrected immediately, thinking it was Rudy.
The voice came again, "Oh. That's just like Penny Sanchez. Still doing those great feats of math, I see. It's nice to know some things never change."
Penny turned around, and followed Rudy's gaze up the hill. Standing on top was a stunningly pretty girl... about their age.
"Melina? I thought you were dead."
"Do I look dead?" The girl asked.
"I'm glad your not. Does everyone know your alive? Chelsea, Jenelle, Brieanna, Jonathen...."
"No." The girls tone was icy, clipped. Penny didn't notice.
"You should come with us back to the Freeport Inn. We're staying there, and all the old gang is around. You can meet Rudy's parents."
The girl seemed for the first time to notice Rudy. Her eyes looked him up and down, finally coming to rest on the chalk held in one hand, "Yes. Penny, I can see some things never change." The girl's eyes were flinty now, "Still following around some person with chalk, hoping for some attention from your betters."
The smile was gone from Penny's face. "Well, Melina, I can see you haven't changed a bit, either."
A/N: Yes, yes, I know. Another horridly short chapter. Don't worry. The one that I'm going to post on Tuesday will be huge.