Disclaimer: If this belonged to me, I would be eternally happy. But, since
I'm NOT, I guess it can't...crap. Tamora Pierce wins again...:P
A/N-Until I figure out how to do italics, because its NOT WORKING FOR ME, all thoughts will be bookended by *'s. Example- *Blue,* thought Sarah. We cool? Excellent.
And PRAISE THE GODDESS for my reviewers...*tear* I love you guys. Thanks a ton.
Chapter 2
Alanna collapsed onto the couch in her room. It had been a long, hard day, and she was quite the worse for wear. The girl picked up her backpack and rifled through it, finally pulling out her math book. She looked at the problem.
3x + 2z +12=28
"Thom!" she wailed. "I don't GET this! I need help!"
Thom stuck his head around the corner. "Lemme see..." he sighed. After studying the problem, he circled "X=4, Z=2" and handed it back. "Now, you do the rest. You're plenty smart, you just need to work harder."
Alanna rolled her eyes. "Yes, Father," she said, and stuck out her tongue. Thom laughed, and exited the room. Just then, the phone rang, and Alanna picked it up.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was unpleasant; to Alanna's ears it sounded of sandpaper dipped in honey. She wrinkled her nose. *You can cover anything in sweetness, but the true grain will always show through,* she thought. The boy spoke.
"Alanna? This is Ralon."
Alanna grimaced, but forced herself to sound sweet. "Hi! I forgot you said you'd call..." she said, sounding as innocent as possible.
"Oh, I never forget," he responded. Alanna could practically HEAR him sneering.
She sighed. "What do you want, Ralon." It was more a statement than a question, she was sick of him already.
"I want you to come over. Now," he replied. "I have some...plans for us."
Alanna gulped. *Crap,* she thought. *I can't get out of this...*
She forced herself to smile. "Yes, that sounds enjoyable."
"I'll come pick you up. Be ready in fifteen minutes." With that, Ralon hung up.
Alanna cursed and sat down hard, and soon was deep in her thoughts, scheming deliciously. After contemplating the entire situation, she grinned. This was going to be fun...
Alanna ran a brush through her long red locks and applied the slightest hint of purple shadow to her eyes. After carefully applying lip gloss and slipping into sexy black heels, she smiled dangerously. It was time.
Ralon didn't bother to go up to the front door. He had the girl under his thumb; she would do whatever he said, he was sure of it. Honking the horn of his car, he leaned back and waited for her to arrive. Alanna dashed out of the house, smiling brightly. She jumped into the front seat.
"Thanks for coming! I was so looking forward to hanging out with you..."she purred.
Ralon grinned. "I'm so glad." He put in a CD and drove the short distance to his own home.
"So..." Alanna asked, "What are our plans?"
"You mean you don't know?" Ralon asked, confused.
"No..." She drew out the word.
"That science project. It's due Thursday, and we'll never get it done if we don't start now."
Alanna was shocked. That was NOT what she had been expecting. However, she decided to fly with it. Her plan would have to be executed another time.
Jon and Raoul examined the flier. Raoul furrowed his brow.
"Central High Wrestlers needed. Please sign up with Coach Hawkins or attend the first practice on November 27th," Raoul read. "Interesting. You wanna try? We haven't done wrestling yet."
Jon nodded. "It would look good on college resumes, and I've always wanted to try. It might come in handy sometime."
The two walked away, discussing the sport in low tones. Little did they know that Alanna had also heard Raoul read the flier, and had also been considering taking up a sport...
She examined the flier once more. *interesting,* she echoed Raoul. *I wonder...*
"What do you MEAN, I can't wrestle?" Alanna demanded of the harried wrestling coach.
"Exactly what I said, young girl. I suggest you try out for cheerleading, you'll find it far more enjoyable. Wrestling is for men, not for fragile young women. You'd be crushed."
Alanna stuck her chin out. "Fine," she said. Privately, she vowed not to rest until this was settled-to HER satisfaction. She turned on her heel and left, leaving an old man wiping his brow in relief.
Alanna walked away, fuming. *This isn't the last of this...I swear it!* she thought.
A/N: By reading the following story, you agree to waive all legal rights and will not sue, nor have anyone sue for you, the author for the brainwashing that will occur when you are brainwashed by the subliminar satanic messages contained within. You also agree to follow the bidding of your Dark Master, Satan and promise your soul to him forever. And please r&r.
Review...review...review...
A/N-Until I figure out how to do italics, because its NOT WORKING FOR ME, all thoughts will be bookended by *'s. Example- *Blue,* thought Sarah. We cool? Excellent.
And PRAISE THE GODDESS for my reviewers...*tear* I love you guys. Thanks a ton.
Chapter 2
Alanna collapsed onto the couch in her room. It had been a long, hard day, and she was quite the worse for wear. The girl picked up her backpack and rifled through it, finally pulling out her math book. She looked at the problem.
3x + 2z +12=28
"Thom!" she wailed. "I don't GET this! I need help!"
Thom stuck his head around the corner. "Lemme see..." he sighed. After studying the problem, he circled "X=4, Z=2" and handed it back. "Now, you do the rest. You're plenty smart, you just need to work harder."
Alanna rolled her eyes. "Yes, Father," she said, and stuck out her tongue. Thom laughed, and exited the room. Just then, the phone rang, and Alanna picked it up.
"Hello?"
The voice on the other end was unpleasant; to Alanna's ears it sounded of sandpaper dipped in honey. She wrinkled her nose. *You can cover anything in sweetness, but the true grain will always show through,* she thought. The boy spoke.
"Alanna? This is Ralon."
Alanna grimaced, but forced herself to sound sweet. "Hi! I forgot you said you'd call..." she said, sounding as innocent as possible.
"Oh, I never forget," he responded. Alanna could practically HEAR him sneering.
She sighed. "What do you want, Ralon." It was more a statement than a question, she was sick of him already.
"I want you to come over. Now," he replied. "I have some...plans for us."
Alanna gulped. *Crap,* she thought. *I can't get out of this...*
She forced herself to smile. "Yes, that sounds enjoyable."
"I'll come pick you up. Be ready in fifteen minutes." With that, Ralon hung up.
Alanna cursed and sat down hard, and soon was deep in her thoughts, scheming deliciously. After contemplating the entire situation, she grinned. This was going to be fun...
Alanna ran a brush through her long red locks and applied the slightest hint of purple shadow to her eyes. After carefully applying lip gloss and slipping into sexy black heels, she smiled dangerously. It was time.
Ralon didn't bother to go up to the front door. He had the girl under his thumb; she would do whatever he said, he was sure of it. Honking the horn of his car, he leaned back and waited for her to arrive. Alanna dashed out of the house, smiling brightly. She jumped into the front seat.
"Thanks for coming! I was so looking forward to hanging out with you..."she purred.
Ralon grinned. "I'm so glad." He put in a CD and drove the short distance to his own home.
"So..." Alanna asked, "What are our plans?"
"You mean you don't know?" Ralon asked, confused.
"No..." She drew out the word.
"That science project. It's due Thursday, and we'll never get it done if we don't start now."
Alanna was shocked. That was NOT what she had been expecting. However, she decided to fly with it. Her plan would have to be executed another time.
Jon and Raoul examined the flier. Raoul furrowed his brow.
"Central High Wrestlers needed. Please sign up with Coach Hawkins or attend the first practice on November 27th," Raoul read. "Interesting. You wanna try? We haven't done wrestling yet."
Jon nodded. "It would look good on college resumes, and I've always wanted to try. It might come in handy sometime."
The two walked away, discussing the sport in low tones. Little did they know that Alanna had also heard Raoul read the flier, and had also been considering taking up a sport...
She examined the flier once more. *interesting,* she echoed Raoul. *I wonder...*
"What do you MEAN, I can't wrestle?" Alanna demanded of the harried wrestling coach.
"Exactly what I said, young girl. I suggest you try out for cheerleading, you'll find it far more enjoyable. Wrestling is for men, not for fragile young women. You'd be crushed."
Alanna stuck her chin out. "Fine," she said. Privately, she vowed not to rest until this was settled-to HER satisfaction. She turned on her heel and left, leaving an old man wiping his brow in relief.
Alanna walked away, fuming. *This isn't the last of this...I swear it!* she thought.
A/N: By reading the following story, you agree to waive all legal rights and will not sue, nor have anyone sue for you, the author for the brainwashing that will occur when you are brainwashed by the subliminar satanic messages contained within. You also agree to follow the bidding of your Dark Master, Satan and promise your soul to him forever. And please r&r.
Review...review...review...
