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Well here's Chapter 2 of That Morning Feeling, hope you like it!
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Chapter Two
In a Hall Way
Kel's POV
While Joren was plotting away in a dark dark cell in the dark dark dungeons of the dark dark castle (Not really, he was in his room which from now will be called Joren's Lair) Kel was having a rather embarrassing conversation with Neal.
". . . and to sum it all up I really think you should see someone. . . professional and discuss it with them you don't want your feelings for the sparrows to get into something weird do you Kel?" Neal told in a patronizing voice.
"No Neal I don't but you see about this morning I wasn't really talking about the sparrows, I was talking about. . . someone else," Kel stammered out beads of sweat trailing down her forehead.
"Oh really? Well then Kel to clear your name tell me who it was and your name shall no longer be sullied as the sparrow lover!" Neal declared.
"Neal! I just remembered! How could you do this to me? Why did you tell everyone about that?" Kel yelled suddenly thinking she of all the ways she maim and kill Neal. (Which was kinda bad for Neal) Then her mouth formed a grim smile and her eyes light up in unholy terror.
"Kel Kel snap out of it! People are staring! If you are going to act like this then I am going to leave!" sniffing dramatically he pranced out of the room.
Kel sighed, the feeling was still there and yet something she would regret to the end of her days had happened. Something BIG was going to happen.
Joren's POV
He looked at the plans and smirked.
"Kel won't know what hit her," Joren gleefully rubbed his hand together in childish happiness before straightening and walked out of his Lair.
On the sheet on the desk were:
Phase One: Befriend her
Phase Two: Humiliate her
Phase Three: Laugh
It really was painstaking brilliant plan with details and without a flaw.
That was what Joren thought anyway.
Kel's POV
Bugger, damn stupid moronic Wyldon!
Kel looked over at the slightly soapy floor; she had only completed half of it. Neal was dead! He had made her late for her lessons and here she was scubbing floors, bending over she resumed scubbing.
"Kel! I need to speak to you!" Joren cried out walking her nice clean floor with his muddy boots staining the surface.
She let out a growl of frustration.
"Stone Mountain! I suggest you get off the ground now or I will kill you!"
He looked down.
"Sorry I didn't notice," his voice sounded sincere but was it really.
"Well I would forgive but I'm in a nasty mood, but! If you so happened to help me I'd forgive you," she slyly said.
"Fine," then he went down on his knees and asked nicely, "Can I have a brush to clean with?"
"Sure."
They then silently scubbed into the night.
Joren's POV
He looked down on his ruined pants.
Was it really worth it? To get back at her, yes. But doing menial labor. *Shudders* Was it really worth it?
Yes it was, to get back at her he'd challenge the Black God himself!
But would the plan work?
Of course anything done by him was a master piece of his genius, there was no reason why it would not work.
Assured that his plan would work he got ready for bed, taking off his clothes, putting his night shirt on, lighting his night candle (after all you never what might be under your bed), getting into bed, pulling the covers up, tucking the blankets under his chin and snuggling in for a night of dreams.
Joren's Dream
*The people were all people were all staring at him and laughing*
*Why were they laughing at him?*
*The figures started to distort, all but one figure clothed in a clear white light shone through it's light banishing the laughing figures until they were the only ones there*
*Slowly the features were coming through until he could almost see-
BONG
The waking up call to the entire city awoke Joren from his slumber.
He quickly sat up sweat dripping from his face, he brought a hand to his head his breathing coming out in quick short gasps.
Damn that bell, he internally cursed.
He was so close finding out whom that light figure was and hope had been so close. . .
Throwing the blankets off the bed he got ready for the day.
Kel's POV
Kel woke up.
She had the strangest dream last night.
Laughter. Fear. And a bright light around her.
She wondered what it all meant, and who was the figure in the middle?
Looking up she noticed the sun's direction.
"Oh shit," she groaned, quickly getting dressed for the day.
There was a knock at the door.
Knock knock.
"Kel? Not molesting any sparrow's are you? Hee hee," Neal laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Kel yelled.
"I will take that as a. . . no," he replied.
Tying the laces on her boots she stood up, grabbed the handle to the door and wrenched it open.
"DIE Queenscove," she screamed as she launched herself at him and started beating him to the pulp.
Merric pulled her off in as her hands formed a perfect shape for his neck."
"Let go I wanna hurt him," she said struggling to get free.
"Kel stop it, I know Neal is a bit of an idiot-
"Hey! Not an idiot," Neal protested before returning to sulking.
They all gave long stares.
-but you can not kill him, it would not be. . . knightly," Merric finished.
"Fine I won't kill him, spoilsports," Kel reluctantly agreed.
"That's jolly for you Kel, for in the end don't we all want to feel jolly?" Owen brought up.
"I suppose you are right," Kel says.
"Now let's hurry we don't want to be late for breakfast!" Merric cries.
All the boys eagerly nod their heads and race away.
"Boys and their bottomless stomachs," Kel mutters as she rolls her eyes before she quickly follows them, after all she was hungry.
End Chapter Two
Ah my aching fingers ~streches fingers~
Well I hope you like it!
Please R/R
Disclaimer: I don't own a word of the works of Ms. Pierce.
Chapter Two
In a Hall Way
Kel's POV
While Joren was plotting away in a dark dark cell in the dark dark dungeons of the dark dark castle (Not really, he was in his room which from now will be called Joren's Lair) Kel was having a rather embarrassing conversation with Neal.
". . . and to sum it all up I really think you should see someone. . . professional and discuss it with them you don't want your feelings for the sparrows to get into something weird do you Kel?" Neal told in a patronizing voice.
"No Neal I don't but you see about this morning I wasn't really talking about the sparrows, I was talking about. . . someone else," Kel stammered out beads of sweat trailing down her forehead.
"Oh really? Well then Kel to clear your name tell me who it was and your name shall no longer be sullied as the sparrow lover!" Neal declared.
"Neal! I just remembered! How could you do this to me? Why did you tell everyone about that?" Kel yelled suddenly thinking she of all the ways she maim and kill Neal. (Which was kinda bad for Neal) Then her mouth formed a grim smile and her eyes light up in unholy terror.
"Kel Kel snap out of it! People are staring! If you are going to act like this then I am going to leave!" sniffing dramatically he pranced out of the room.
Kel sighed, the feeling was still there and yet something she would regret to the end of her days had happened. Something BIG was going to happen.
Joren's POV
He looked at the plans and smirked.
"Kel won't know what hit her," Joren gleefully rubbed his hand together in childish happiness before straightening and walked out of his Lair.
On the sheet on the desk were:
Phase One: Befriend her
Phase Two: Humiliate her
Phase Three: Laugh
It really was painstaking brilliant plan with details and without a flaw.
That was what Joren thought anyway.
Kel's POV
Bugger, damn stupid moronic Wyldon!
Kel looked over at the slightly soapy floor; she had only completed half of it. Neal was dead! He had made her late for her lessons and here she was scubbing floors, bending over she resumed scubbing.
"Kel! I need to speak to you!" Joren cried out walking her nice clean floor with his muddy boots staining the surface.
She let out a growl of frustration.
"Stone Mountain! I suggest you get off the ground now or I will kill you!"
He looked down.
"Sorry I didn't notice," his voice sounded sincere but was it really.
"Well I would forgive but I'm in a nasty mood, but! If you so happened to help me I'd forgive you," she slyly said.
"Fine," then he went down on his knees and asked nicely, "Can I have a brush to clean with?"
"Sure."
They then silently scubbed into the night.
Joren's POV
He looked down on his ruined pants.
Was it really worth it? To get back at her, yes. But doing menial labor. *Shudders* Was it really worth it?
Yes it was, to get back at her he'd challenge the Black God himself!
But would the plan work?
Of course anything done by him was a master piece of his genius, there was no reason why it would not work.
Assured that his plan would work he got ready for bed, taking off his clothes, putting his night shirt on, lighting his night candle (after all you never what might be under your bed), getting into bed, pulling the covers up, tucking the blankets under his chin and snuggling in for a night of dreams.
Joren's Dream
*The people were all people were all staring at him and laughing*
*Why were they laughing at him?*
*The figures started to distort, all but one figure clothed in a clear white light shone through it's light banishing the laughing figures until they were the only ones there*
*Slowly the features were coming through until he could almost see-
BONG
The waking up call to the entire city awoke Joren from his slumber.
He quickly sat up sweat dripping from his face, he brought a hand to his head his breathing coming out in quick short gasps.
Damn that bell, he internally cursed.
He was so close finding out whom that light figure was and hope had been so close. . .
Throwing the blankets off the bed he got ready for the day.
Kel's POV
Kel woke up.
She had the strangest dream last night.
Laughter. Fear. And a bright light around her.
She wondered what it all meant, and who was the figure in the middle?
Looking up she noticed the sun's direction.
"Oh shit," she groaned, quickly getting dressed for the day.
There was a knock at the door.
Knock knock.
"Kel? Not molesting any sparrow's are you? Hee hee," Neal laughed.
"SHUT UP!" Kel yelled.
"I will take that as a. . . no," he replied.
Tying the laces on her boots she stood up, grabbed the handle to the door and wrenched it open.
"DIE Queenscove," she screamed as she launched herself at him and started beating him to the pulp.
Merric pulled her off in as her hands formed a perfect shape for his neck."
"Let go I wanna hurt him," she said struggling to get free.
"Kel stop it, I know Neal is a bit of an idiot-
"Hey! Not an idiot," Neal protested before returning to sulking.
They all gave long stares.
-but you can not kill him, it would not be. . . knightly," Merric finished.
"Fine I won't kill him, spoilsports," Kel reluctantly agreed.
"That's jolly for you Kel, for in the end don't we all want to feel jolly?" Owen brought up.
"I suppose you are right," Kel says.
"Now let's hurry we don't want to be late for breakfast!" Merric cries.
All the boys eagerly nod their heads and race away.
"Boys and their bottomless stomachs," Kel mutters as she rolls her eyes before she quickly follows them, after all she was hungry.
End Chapter Two
Ah my aching fingers ~streches fingers~
Well I hope you like it!
Please R/R