What you're about to read is our original.. whatever it is in the beginning
that we had written before Linwe Saralonde reviewed. We were about to post
it when we saw your review, so this chapter is dedicated to you also.
Sorry, we're not going to use your suggestion because this was already
written and we're lazy bums. It was a good idea though! Use it in one of
your stories! Ok.
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Wow we are so disappointed in you guys. This chapter is dedicated to PunkAngel- THE ONLY PERSON WHO SUGGESTED A NICKNAME! Thank you PunkAngel. You kick major @$$paragus. We aren't going to use MINX for this simple reason: It doesn't mean troublemaker. In actuality a minx is "a seductive woman who uses her sex appeal to exploit men." Don't believe us? Go argue w/ dictionary.com. This..isn't exactly the image we want Desiree to have so... you catch our drift. Okee dokee on w/ the chapter you have SO EAGARLY awaited.
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Chapter 6 (part two)- Yellow Spotted Lizards?
X-ray woke up bright and early the next morning. Or rather, he woke up early, but it certainly wasn't too bright out at four in the morning. Patiently he waited for the alarm to go off at four thirty so that the other boys would wake up and he could tell them what Desiree's nickname was going to be. He looked around; her bed was still empty. Sighing, he remembered what the judge had told him the day he was forced to choose between CGL or jail: vacancies don't last long at Camp Green Lake. X-ray had a "tough guy" reputation, but still hoped that Desiree would come back soon. "I'm turning into such a softie," he chided himself playfully.
All too quickly, it was four thirty, and the other guys had woken up. "So what'll it be, X?" asked a yawning ZigZag. "Well," said X-ray as everyone's attention turned to him, "I've decided that Desiree's new nickname is going to be Mouse."
X took a few seconds to watch the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces. Zero stepped forward. "Why?" he said, in a barely audiable (A/N yea that's probably spelled wrong) whisper. Puzzled expressions turned to shocked ones. Zero had spoken! *gasp* for a minute or two nobody said anything.
Finally X-ray recollected himself and pulled his eyes away from Zero's now motionless mouth. "Like I was saying," he said, after clearing his throat [all heads snap back to attention], "it came to me in a dream. You see, we were just fictional characters in a story that these people were writing on Fanfiction.net, and they had asked all of their fans to review and tell them what nickname Desiree should have. Only one person gave them feedback, and the people writing the story didn't want to use her nickname, so instead they decided to give Desiree the nickname "Mouse" in her honor because she signed her review: luvs...Mel (AKA Mouse). I, X-ray, feel that we should stay true to what those dream people decided." *Wipes sweat from face and takes deep breath*
All of the boys in D-tent cracked up. "Craziest dream I ever heard," commented Twitch, through uncontrollable laughter.
Magnet raised his dirty bandana and said, "I would like to propose a toast to our beloved friend Desiree, now deemed Mouse. May she never depart from our hearts."
"Wow that was really bad toast," said Caveman under his breath.
"To Mouse!" D-tent shouted together, each raising their dirty personal belongings, Armpit's sock leaving the rest of them in the dust.
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Meanwhile..
Desiree guessed it was about four in the morning. Having been so exhausted the day before, she ended up crying herself to sleep in her three- foot-deep hole. She had awoken about an hour ago with a new burst of energy, though she couldn't figure out why. She still hadn't had anything to drink in a looooong time. Desiree had begun work on her hole as soon as she woke up.
'Hell yea,' she thought, now pretty close to being finished. She estimated another forty-five minutes to an hour of work and then she could go and eat. She licked her lips, but it didn't succeed in moistening them like she had hoped.
Setting her shovel down, Desiree climbed out of her hole to take a good look around. She saw that yellow spotted lizard, the one that had kept her company yesterday when it didn't seem as if she would ever finish her hole, watching her from a few yards away. Cautiously she stepped closer to the lizard, uncertain of what it would do. Bending down, she stuck her hand out [IT BIT HER AND SHE DIED! Not.] and slowly petted it. "Hello little guy," she said. The yellow spotted lizard closed its beady eyes for a second and then opened them. Desiree blinked. Suddenly she realized how strange the situation was and felt her cheeks burning red even though there was no one to be embarrassed in front of. Slowly she backed away and finished her hole in peace.
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Back in the mess hall, the D-tenters were poking at their breakfast when the doors swung open. All eyes turned to face the dirty, windswept, dirty, sweaty, dirty, figure in the doorway.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," the figure spat sarcastically.
"Mouse!" cried Squid as he and the rest of the D-tenters ran to meet her.
"Mouse? What's that mean?" she said defensively
"That's your new nickname. Don't ask, X says it came to him in a dream."
"Ok.."
"I thought you were dead in your hole!"
"I thought Mr. Sir had eaten you for breakfast!" Everyone turned to stare at Magnet. He shrugged. "Mr. Sir looked hungry.."
The chatter continued, but Mouse wasn't there to hear it. She was eating more than she ever had in her whole life. She didn't even notice the lumps floating in her drink, or the rock hard inside of the Toaster Strudel [a/n DIE TOASTER STRUDEL! POP TARTS RULE! YES!].
"It's good to be home," she thought, turning around just in time to see Mr. Sir, the Warden, and Mom walking in her direction. Their expressions weren't pretty.
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Yay! It's done! Ok well, we apologize to Linwe Saralonde again. Please forgive us! And the rest of you- REVIEW THE STORY! That is all.
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Wow we are so disappointed in you guys. This chapter is dedicated to PunkAngel- THE ONLY PERSON WHO SUGGESTED A NICKNAME! Thank you PunkAngel. You kick major @$$paragus. We aren't going to use MINX for this simple reason: It doesn't mean troublemaker. In actuality a minx is "a seductive woman who uses her sex appeal to exploit men." Don't believe us? Go argue w/ dictionary.com. This..isn't exactly the image we want Desiree to have so... you catch our drift. Okee dokee on w/ the chapter you have SO EAGARLY awaited.
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Chapter 6 (part two)- Yellow Spotted Lizards?
X-ray woke up bright and early the next morning. Or rather, he woke up early, but it certainly wasn't too bright out at four in the morning. Patiently he waited for the alarm to go off at four thirty so that the other boys would wake up and he could tell them what Desiree's nickname was going to be. He looked around; her bed was still empty. Sighing, he remembered what the judge had told him the day he was forced to choose between CGL or jail: vacancies don't last long at Camp Green Lake. X-ray had a "tough guy" reputation, but still hoped that Desiree would come back soon. "I'm turning into such a softie," he chided himself playfully.
All too quickly, it was four thirty, and the other guys had woken up. "So what'll it be, X?" asked a yawning ZigZag. "Well," said X-ray as everyone's attention turned to him, "I've decided that Desiree's new nickname is going to be Mouse."
X took a few seconds to watch the puzzled expressions on everyone's faces. Zero stepped forward. "Why?" he said, in a barely audiable (A/N yea that's probably spelled wrong) whisper. Puzzled expressions turned to shocked ones. Zero had spoken! *gasp* for a minute or two nobody said anything.
Finally X-ray recollected himself and pulled his eyes away from Zero's now motionless mouth. "Like I was saying," he said, after clearing his throat [all heads snap back to attention], "it came to me in a dream. You see, we were just fictional characters in a story that these people were writing on Fanfiction.net, and they had asked all of their fans to review and tell them what nickname Desiree should have. Only one person gave them feedback, and the people writing the story didn't want to use her nickname, so instead they decided to give Desiree the nickname "Mouse" in her honor because she signed her review: luvs...Mel (AKA Mouse). I, X-ray, feel that we should stay true to what those dream people decided." *Wipes sweat from face and takes deep breath*
All of the boys in D-tent cracked up. "Craziest dream I ever heard," commented Twitch, through uncontrollable laughter.
Magnet raised his dirty bandana and said, "I would like to propose a toast to our beloved friend Desiree, now deemed Mouse. May she never depart from our hearts."
"Wow that was really bad toast," said Caveman under his breath.
"To Mouse!" D-tent shouted together, each raising their dirty personal belongings, Armpit's sock leaving the rest of them in the dust.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Meanwhile..
Desiree guessed it was about four in the morning. Having been so exhausted the day before, she ended up crying herself to sleep in her three- foot-deep hole. She had awoken about an hour ago with a new burst of energy, though she couldn't figure out why. She still hadn't had anything to drink in a looooong time. Desiree had begun work on her hole as soon as she woke up.
'Hell yea,' she thought, now pretty close to being finished. She estimated another forty-five minutes to an hour of work and then she could go and eat. She licked her lips, but it didn't succeed in moistening them like she had hoped.
Setting her shovel down, Desiree climbed out of her hole to take a good look around. She saw that yellow spotted lizard, the one that had kept her company yesterday when it didn't seem as if she would ever finish her hole, watching her from a few yards away. Cautiously she stepped closer to the lizard, uncertain of what it would do. Bending down, she stuck her hand out [IT BIT HER AND SHE DIED! Not.] and slowly petted it. "Hello little guy," she said. The yellow spotted lizard closed its beady eyes for a second and then opened them. Desiree blinked. Suddenly she realized how strange the situation was and felt her cheeks burning red even though there was no one to be embarrassed in front of. Slowly she backed away and finished her hole in peace.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Back in the mess hall, the D-tenters were poking at their breakfast when the doors swung open. All eyes turned to face the dirty, windswept, dirty, sweaty, dirty, figure in the doorway.
"Take a picture, it'll last longer," the figure spat sarcastically.
"Mouse!" cried Squid as he and the rest of the D-tenters ran to meet her.
"Mouse? What's that mean?" she said defensively
"That's your new nickname. Don't ask, X says it came to him in a dream."
"Ok.."
"I thought you were dead in your hole!"
"I thought Mr. Sir had eaten you for breakfast!" Everyone turned to stare at Magnet. He shrugged. "Mr. Sir looked hungry.."
The chatter continued, but Mouse wasn't there to hear it. She was eating more than she ever had in her whole life. She didn't even notice the lumps floating in her drink, or the rock hard inside of the Toaster Strudel [a/n DIE TOASTER STRUDEL! POP TARTS RULE! YES!].
"It's good to be home," she thought, turning around just in time to see Mr. Sir, the Warden, and Mom walking in her direction. Their expressions weren't pretty.
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Yay! It's done! Ok well, we apologize to Linwe Saralonde again. Please forgive us! And the rest of you- REVIEW THE STORY! That is all.
