My great friend loop da loopy (I'm sure you've all read (Hunting the
truth!) lent me her Darren Shan books and I read the first two, now I'm
hooked! But she's lost the third one FIND IT PLEASE LOOP! Anywhere heres a
parady of the first book, it is not meant to offend, I just enjoy writing
fanfiction......
"If this were a made up story, it would begin at night with a storm blowing and owl hooting and rattling noises under the bed. But this is a real story, so I have to begin where it really started."
It started in a 5 star spa resort with swimming and sauna facilities, that was attached to my school.
I was in the spa room at school humming along to the whale music in the background. I'd come from English, feeling a little tense. My teacher Mr Dalton is great about things like that "Go and have your worries massaged away," he said. Not many teachers understand how wonderful it is to have a full Brazilian massage, with the whale music and facial.
The bell rang for lunch break, and immediately some champagne appeared at my side, as well as some fancy cucumber sandwiches.
So there I was eating my sandwiches, when I heard someone calling my name.
"Daz! Oi Daz yo nutter, have you fallen in love with the masseur again you freakapath."
I groaned and waved the masseur away with my hand. It was Stevie Lenord, my best friend, a real wild child. He had done all sorts when he was younger, stole in shops, travelled on a mission to Lapland to kill Santa (Thankfully not achieved.) and done 5 whole years of Tango lessons. He wasn't someone you wanted to mess with in the school yard. His step chasse step hop was the best in town.
"Come on we were six- one down when I left we need you!" He was talking about football. I was great. Most of the people in my team seemed to have died in many strange, and occasionally amusing ways. Steve often joked he'd killed them. You could never tell with him. So they often needed me to hold up the fort.
"Never fear, hotshot Shan is here" I said as I walked into the playground. A lot of the players groaned. I was good at football, but not so popular, due to a really bad haircut. We lost seven nine despite the two goals I scored. Several members of the crowed spat at me. Like I said, I ain't so popular.
I walked inside with Steve, Alan and Tommy. My three best friends. I was quite proud, I had three friends, and only two of them I'd bribed to hang around with me.
Alan dangled a wet tissue under our noses "Look what I found." He said. Then a piece of paper fell out of his pocket.
"Whats this?" asked Tommy, picking it up.
"Ohh that! That's a flyer for a domestic...."
But despite the fact there was only one word left in the sentence, We were called inside by Mr Dalton and we were left wondering.
It was quite a shrewd suspicion mine that this piece of paper would change my life forever. I mean come on, I wouldn't of mentioned it if it didn't affect the plot somehow.
Ok. Please review. Flames will be laughed out in a jolly type way. Remember its not meant to offend anyone!
"If this were a made up story, it would begin at night with a storm blowing and owl hooting and rattling noises under the bed. But this is a real story, so I have to begin where it really started."
It started in a 5 star spa resort with swimming and sauna facilities, that was attached to my school.
I was in the spa room at school humming along to the whale music in the background. I'd come from English, feeling a little tense. My teacher Mr Dalton is great about things like that "Go and have your worries massaged away," he said. Not many teachers understand how wonderful it is to have a full Brazilian massage, with the whale music and facial.
The bell rang for lunch break, and immediately some champagne appeared at my side, as well as some fancy cucumber sandwiches.
So there I was eating my sandwiches, when I heard someone calling my name.
"Daz! Oi Daz yo nutter, have you fallen in love with the masseur again you freakapath."
I groaned and waved the masseur away with my hand. It was Stevie Lenord, my best friend, a real wild child. He had done all sorts when he was younger, stole in shops, travelled on a mission to Lapland to kill Santa (Thankfully not achieved.) and done 5 whole years of Tango lessons. He wasn't someone you wanted to mess with in the school yard. His step chasse step hop was the best in town.
"Come on we were six- one down when I left we need you!" He was talking about football. I was great. Most of the people in my team seemed to have died in many strange, and occasionally amusing ways. Steve often joked he'd killed them. You could never tell with him. So they often needed me to hold up the fort.
"Never fear, hotshot Shan is here" I said as I walked into the playground. A lot of the players groaned. I was good at football, but not so popular, due to a really bad haircut. We lost seven nine despite the two goals I scored. Several members of the crowed spat at me. Like I said, I ain't so popular.
I walked inside with Steve, Alan and Tommy. My three best friends. I was quite proud, I had three friends, and only two of them I'd bribed to hang around with me.
Alan dangled a wet tissue under our noses "Look what I found." He said. Then a piece of paper fell out of his pocket.
"Whats this?" asked Tommy, picking it up.
"Ohh that! That's a flyer for a domestic...."
But despite the fact there was only one word left in the sentence, We were called inside by Mr Dalton and we were left wondering.
It was quite a shrewd suspicion mine that this piece of paper would change my life forever. I mean come on, I wouldn't of mentioned it if it didn't affect the plot somehow.
Ok. Please review. Flames will be laughed out in a jolly type way. Remember its not meant to offend anyone!