"And it looks like the last present is for. . .Mary Sue! Go on honey, open
it!" Mary Sue's cheerful rosy-cheeked parents exclaimed.
It was December the First, but you see. . .This wasn't any ordinary December morning. Oh no, far from it. It was a very special morning. . .The day where Mary Sue's life would be changed forever.
You see, Mary Sue was not an ordinary girl. Quite on the contrary. For those of you who don't know Mary Sue, where should I begin?
Mary Sue was fifteen years old and at this moment in time was residing in beautiful Beverly Hills, California. Not England. Good ol' United States of America. Keep that in mind.
Mary Sue had beautiful, long, flowy, blonde hair. (And did I mention it happens to be brilliantly shiny?) She had a perfect figure and was at just the right height. Not too short, not too tall. Her eyes were a clear, crystal blue. . .the prettiest you will have ever seen. But this isn't her best feature. Mary Sue was, well, gorgeous, and the envy of every girl at her school.
School? Let's talk school! Mary Sue was a popular as can be, be, be. Everyone was just willing to die to be her friend, they loved her so much! Especially because she was on the Cheer Team, Dance Team, Volleyball, Tennis, President of ASB, and so much more! Oh, and to top it all off, she still managed to pull off straight A's in an all-Honours course. (Anyone finding any bit of this odd? Nope? Okay then, moving on!)
Guys adored Mary Sue, but, of course, she was just looking for that one special guy to come along and hoped, in the future, she would ride off with her Knight in Shining Armour. Pfft. Like that'd ever happen. . .Damn prep. Oh wait. This is a story where we like Mary Sue (I keep forgetting that. . . *Rolls eyes.*)
So anyway, I could go on forever but let's just sum up Mary Sue (who has yet to have a last name. . .) in one word. She's perfect! (Um. Yay.) Well, not exactly. She doesn't know how to play the banjo. . .But don't let that give you a bad impression of her, no one has ever taught her!
Well, let's get back to the story. . .
"Thanks Mom and Dad! But why are you giving me my Christmas presents on December First?" Mary Sue asked, nonetheless very grateful for anything her beloved parents would do for her.
"You'll see, dear. Now open it! We can't stand the excitement any longer!" Her mom replied.
Mary Sue quickly opened the present that her parents had so thoughtfully given to her (Aww.how sweet.) and took out a sort of. . .stick. . .thing. Of course, Mary Sue being so smart, knew exactly what it was.
"A wand? Thank you so much!" Mary Sue said. To be honest, she was a tad bit confused as to why her parents would give her a wand for Christmas, but, since she was such a nice person she didn't ask in fear she would make her parents feel bad after taking all that time to get her such a lovely gift.even if it was a bit.odd.
"Well. . .Oh you tell her John, I'm just oh too happy for our little pumpkin!" Mary Sue's mother said.
"Oh Mary Sue! We're so proud of you! The truth is. . .we got this official looking letter the other day, and we have no suspicion that it could be a prank of any sort. . .let's see, I have it here somewhere," Mary Sue's father said, pulling a letter out of his pocket (ooo. . .suspense. I won der what the let ter could be?), "You're a witch Mary Sue!"
(Of course no one suspects he meant the other kind of witch. Or bitch. Maybe he did o.O Child abuser. Grr. . .)
"I'm a what?" Mary Sue said, staring blankly at her father. (I swear by Hector the Holy Fish that wasn't supposed to be like SS at all! :D)
And that's how it all started. Mary Sue. Fifteen-year-old prep from CA, on her way to Hogwarts. What adventures will she find next? The suspense is just too much to take. . .*Yawn.*
The A/N:
Okay. That's the first chapter for now. I was bored so I decided to make fun of Mary Sue's XD. It's alllways fun to make fun of Mary Sue's. . .buahaha. . .
Of course, you did know I'm making fun of them. . .right? o.o Please tell me you knew.
*Hopes you review.* If not, well. . .Screw you! Um. Just kidding? Please don't flame me for that. I love you! *Hands out flowers.* I'm not sucking up, I swear! *Runs off before she can make this any worse.*
It was December the First, but you see. . .This wasn't any ordinary December morning. Oh no, far from it. It was a very special morning. . .The day where Mary Sue's life would be changed forever.
You see, Mary Sue was not an ordinary girl. Quite on the contrary. For those of you who don't know Mary Sue, where should I begin?
Mary Sue was fifteen years old and at this moment in time was residing in beautiful Beverly Hills, California. Not England. Good ol' United States of America. Keep that in mind.
Mary Sue had beautiful, long, flowy, blonde hair. (And did I mention it happens to be brilliantly shiny?) She had a perfect figure and was at just the right height. Not too short, not too tall. Her eyes were a clear, crystal blue. . .the prettiest you will have ever seen. But this isn't her best feature. Mary Sue was, well, gorgeous, and the envy of every girl at her school.
School? Let's talk school! Mary Sue was a popular as can be, be, be. Everyone was just willing to die to be her friend, they loved her so much! Especially because she was on the Cheer Team, Dance Team, Volleyball, Tennis, President of ASB, and so much more! Oh, and to top it all off, she still managed to pull off straight A's in an all-Honours course. (Anyone finding any bit of this odd? Nope? Okay then, moving on!)
Guys adored Mary Sue, but, of course, she was just looking for that one special guy to come along and hoped, in the future, she would ride off with her Knight in Shining Armour. Pfft. Like that'd ever happen. . .Damn prep. Oh wait. This is a story where we like Mary Sue (I keep forgetting that. . . *Rolls eyes.*)
So anyway, I could go on forever but let's just sum up Mary Sue (who has yet to have a last name. . .) in one word. She's perfect! (Um. Yay.) Well, not exactly. She doesn't know how to play the banjo. . .But don't let that give you a bad impression of her, no one has ever taught her!
Well, let's get back to the story. . .
"Thanks Mom and Dad! But why are you giving me my Christmas presents on December First?" Mary Sue asked, nonetheless very grateful for anything her beloved parents would do for her.
"You'll see, dear. Now open it! We can't stand the excitement any longer!" Her mom replied.
Mary Sue quickly opened the present that her parents had so thoughtfully given to her (Aww.how sweet.) and took out a sort of. . .stick. . .thing. Of course, Mary Sue being so smart, knew exactly what it was.
"A wand? Thank you so much!" Mary Sue said. To be honest, she was a tad bit confused as to why her parents would give her a wand for Christmas, but, since she was such a nice person she didn't ask in fear she would make her parents feel bad after taking all that time to get her such a lovely gift.even if it was a bit.odd.
"Well. . .Oh you tell her John, I'm just oh too happy for our little pumpkin!" Mary Sue's mother said.
"Oh Mary Sue! We're so proud of you! The truth is. . .we got this official looking letter the other day, and we have no suspicion that it could be a prank of any sort. . .let's see, I have it here somewhere," Mary Sue's father said, pulling a letter out of his pocket (ooo. . .suspense. I won der what the let ter could be?), "You're a witch Mary Sue!"
(Of course no one suspects he meant the other kind of witch. Or bitch. Maybe he did o.O Child abuser. Grr. . .)
"I'm a what?" Mary Sue said, staring blankly at her father. (I swear by Hector the Holy Fish that wasn't supposed to be like SS at all! :D)
And that's how it all started. Mary Sue. Fifteen-year-old prep from CA, on her way to Hogwarts. What adventures will she find next? The suspense is just too much to take. . .*Yawn.*
The A/N:
Okay. That's the first chapter for now. I was bored so I decided to make fun of Mary Sue's XD. It's alllways fun to make fun of Mary Sue's. . .buahaha. . .
Of course, you did know I'm making fun of them. . .right? o.o Please tell me you knew.
*Hopes you review.* If not, well. . .Screw you! Um. Just kidding? Please don't flame me for that. I love you! *Hands out flowers.* I'm not sucking up, I swear! *Runs off before she can make this any worse.*