Chapter 13- Where Are You Going?!
The next morning, Theresa awoke to shouting and loud Final Fantasy music. She ran downstairs to see Tip and Daj arguing again, and Kitt trying to conquer the next Final Fantasy boss. On top of that, Gimli and Legolas were starting to argue over nothing again, and Lisa and Arwen were fighting over Aragorn once more. Theresa sighed heavily and came down to get her breakfast. Ben and Bryan were fighting over the last bottle of the Dew in the kitchen, and Peter was pretending that he didn't hear anything.
"Good morning, Theresa!" Tracy smiled.
"Meh," Theresa responded.
Suddenly, Ben slammed into Theresa, knocking the jug of milk out of her grasp. Silence filled the house as she slowly turned to the victim. Ben seemed to shrink under her glare.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she screamed. "I'M LEAVING EARLY!!!"
"What?!" Tracy, Brittney and Lisa exclaimed.
"No Theresa!" Lisa sobbed. "Don't leave me with these morons!"
"I don't care!" Theresa yelled. "I'm leaving! I refuse to stay here any longer with these...these...idiots!"
"Hey!" Bryan said.
"Like I said," she answered. "Idiots!"
Bryan glared.
"You can't leave," Arwen said. "We'll miss you."
"No you won't!" Theresa replied.
"Yeah, you're right," Daj nodded.
Tippy smacked him. "Stop being so mean!"
Theresa stormed upstairs to grab her luggage, leaving her friends guilty and...confused, of course!
At lunch, Theresa ate in silence. Everyone tried to talk to her, but she refused to speak to anyone.
"Theresa! Please!" Bryan said. "If you go, then only Lisa can help me with my homework!"
"We'll miss you, Theresa!" Brittney added.
She just continued to eat her pizza.
"Theresa!" Ashley sighed. "I'll miss you! We'll all miss you! Even GIMLI will miss you!!!"
Meanwhile, Gimli was setting off fireworks in the back yard and starting conga lines with... himself. Don't ask how. It's a Dwarf thing.
"Riiiight," Theresa mumbled.
"Theresa!" the others whined.
But Theresa's mind was made up. The others did there best to try to convince her to stay at a party for her. She just sat, surrounded by people, balloons and Mountain Dew. Dajotre in particular had been good friends with Theresa, and was particularly sad at the notion of her leaving.
"You can't leave! I'll be HEARTBROKEN!" he pleaded.
Finally, her resolve broke. "Okay, okay-- I'll sta-"
Something unexpected happened then, however. As a very large and poorly aimed firework shattered the back door and landed right in Theresa's lap. It burst into flame, and Theresa shrieked as her clothes burst into multi-colored flames.
Tip grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1, while Tracy grabbed the margarita out of Faramir's hands and tried to douse poor Theresa with it. Thirteen fire men ran in and used their hoses to douse the screaming Theresa, now in complete and total panic. They loaded her into an ambulance and sped off, leaving the occupants of the house blinking in confusion.
Finally, they shrugged it off and resumed their activities.
Two days later, a letter came to the house. It read:
"Hey guys! I'm sorry I had to go- I'm supposed to stay in bed for three weeks, so I can't come back. I miss you guys so much! I can't believe I ever wanted to leave! I'm sorry!
Sincerely,
Theresa"
Tracy finished reading the letter out loud.
Daj stared at her for a moment, before asking, "Who's Theresa?"
(Yeah...that's like the shortest chapter Tippy--I mean I have ever written.
Tippy: Hahah. I only wrote... a fourth of it! ....err, half! But go me! Vote for me! 4-5-6, vote for Tip! (Take that, Daj.) And be kind to Faramir. He's the best. Anyways, Ijiw32u0954f!@!
Tracy: ...sorry about that. Anyways.....................read. Next Chapter: Is This Good-Bye?)
The next morning, Theresa awoke to shouting and loud Final Fantasy music. She ran downstairs to see Tip and Daj arguing again, and Kitt trying to conquer the next Final Fantasy boss. On top of that, Gimli and Legolas were starting to argue over nothing again, and Lisa and Arwen were fighting over Aragorn once more. Theresa sighed heavily and came down to get her breakfast. Ben and Bryan were fighting over the last bottle of the Dew in the kitchen, and Peter was pretending that he didn't hear anything.
"Good morning, Theresa!" Tracy smiled.
"Meh," Theresa responded.
Suddenly, Ben slammed into Theresa, knocking the jug of milk out of her grasp. Silence filled the house as she slowly turned to the victim. Ben seemed to shrink under her glare.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" she screamed. "I'M LEAVING EARLY!!!"
"What?!" Tracy, Brittney and Lisa exclaimed.
"No Theresa!" Lisa sobbed. "Don't leave me with these morons!"
"I don't care!" Theresa yelled. "I'm leaving! I refuse to stay here any longer with these...these...idiots!"
"Hey!" Bryan said.
"Like I said," she answered. "Idiots!"
Bryan glared.
"You can't leave," Arwen said. "We'll miss you."
"No you won't!" Theresa replied.
"Yeah, you're right," Daj nodded.
Tippy smacked him. "Stop being so mean!"
Theresa stormed upstairs to grab her luggage, leaving her friends guilty and...confused, of course!
At lunch, Theresa ate in silence. Everyone tried to talk to her, but she refused to speak to anyone.
"Theresa! Please!" Bryan said. "If you go, then only Lisa can help me with my homework!"
"We'll miss you, Theresa!" Brittney added.
She just continued to eat her pizza.
"Theresa!" Ashley sighed. "I'll miss you! We'll all miss you! Even GIMLI will miss you!!!"
Meanwhile, Gimli was setting off fireworks in the back yard and starting conga lines with... himself. Don't ask how. It's a Dwarf thing.
"Riiiight," Theresa mumbled.
"Theresa!" the others whined.
But Theresa's mind was made up. The others did there best to try to convince her to stay at a party for her. She just sat, surrounded by people, balloons and Mountain Dew. Dajotre in particular had been good friends with Theresa, and was particularly sad at the notion of her leaving.
"You can't leave! I'll be HEARTBROKEN!" he pleaded.
Finally, her resolve broke. "Okay, okay-- I'll sta-"
Something unexpected happened then, however. As a very large and poorly aimed firework shattered the back door and landed right in Theresa's lap. It burst into flame, and Theresa shrieked as her clothes burst into multi-colored flames.
Tip grabbed the phone and dialed 9-1-1, while Tracy grabbed the margarita out of Faramir's hands and tried to douse poor Theresa with it. Thirteen fire men ran in and used their hoses to douse the screaming Theresa, now in complete and total panic. They loaded her into an ambulance and sped off, leaving the occupants of the house blinking in confusion.
Finally, they shrugged it off and resumed their activities.
Two days later, a letter came to the house. It read:
"Hey guys! I'm sorry I had to go- I'm supposed to stay in bed for three weeks, so I can't come back. I miss you guys so much! I can't believe I ever wanted to leave! I'm sorry!
Sincerely,
Theresa"
Tracy finished reading the letter out loud.
Daj stared at her for a moment, before asking, "Who's Theresa?"
(Yeah...that's like the shortest chapter Tippy--I mean I have ever written.
Tippy: Hahah. I only wrote... a fourth of it! ....err, half! But go me! Vote for me! 4-5-6, vote for Tip! (Take that, Daj.) And be kind to Faramir. He's the best. Anyways, Ijiw32u0954f!@!
Tracy: ...sorry about that. Anyways.....................read. Next Chapter: Is This Good-Bye?)
