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A/N OK, the story continues, people have told me that they want more so I hope this makes them happy.
Chapter Five ~ Neon Pink Death on Thursday
Alanna stayed the night in a cell, because she was a peaceful person at heart she did not try to escape. On Thursday morning the guards knocked on the door.
"You know," she said, an idea finally had come to her, "if you let me go your conscience will feel lighter then it has in all your life. I mean, you would like, be doing something to help someone, wouldn't that make you feel good?"
"What a weirdo," guard-number-one said, (there were three).
"Maybe we should take her to the loony bin?" guard-number-two replied, "I don't really think it's far to cut off the head of a crazy person."
None of the guards had been hired for their brains; they just got the job done without complaint.
"Whooooa, peace dudes, calm down. I haven't said anything that should make you think I'm crazy."
"You know Bob, [guard-number-two] I think you're right about her. She really dose belong in a loony bin," said guard-number-three.
"I disagree Timmy [guard-number-three], the King will have us fired if we don't do as he says and bring her to get her head cut off," stated guard- number-one.
As they were discussing both possibilities a messenger came with a letter.
"Which one for you is Bob?" he spoke in a clear voice.
"I am," Bob said stupidly.
"This is for you then, it is about the prisoner," the messenger gave Bob the letter and walked away as fast as he could.
"Well, don't get us in suspense forever, what does it say?" Timmy asked.
"It says," Bob spoke in a important voice, "Could you tell me what that word is," he asked Timmy.
"Which word?"
"The one at the top, up there."
"There's a lot of words a the 'top'."
"The one that starts with letter that looks like a backwardly bent bow."
"Oh, let's see here. Gee, I have no idea," the word they were trying to figure out how to say was 'Dear'.
"Let me read it," said Alanna, she could never stand to listen to stupid people.
"OK," said Bob and handed her the letter.
"It says: Dear Bob, You are currently escorting the prisoner to her death place but I have one last request. For my amusement she must be spray painted neon pink first.
The King That's a stupid idea," Alanna said.
"Well, we have to do it anyway."
"But where will you get the spray paint? It hadn't been invented yet."
"Actually, I grandmother went ahead in time a few years ago and brought me back some. See," guard-number-one said, holding up a bottle of pink spray paint triumphantly.
Alanna was then colored neon pink and hanged.
A/N ~ poor Alanna, but don't worry, the story will continue. Please review. It doesn't take that long, just hit the little button in the corner and say what you think. Is it really that hard? I hope not.
A/N OK, the story continues, people have told me that they want more so I hope this makes them happy.
Chapter Five ~ Neon Pink Death on Thursday
Alanna stayed the night in a cell, because she was a peaceful person at heart she did not try to escape. On Thursday morning the guards knocked on the door.
"You know," she said, an idea finally had come to her, "if you let me go your conscience will feel lighter then it has in all your life. I mean, you would like, be doing something to help someone, wouldn't that make you feel good?"
"What a weirdo," guard-number-one said, (there were three).
"Maybe we should take her to the loony bin?" guard-number-two replied, "I don't really think it's far to cut off the head of a crazy person."
None of the guards had been hired for their brains; they just got the job done without complaint.
"Whooooa, peace dudes, calm down. I haven't said anything that should make you think I'm crazy."
"You know Bob, [guard-number-two] I think you're right about her. She really dose belong in a loony bin," said guard-number-three.
"I disagree Timmy [guard-number-three], the King will have us fired if we don't do as he says and bring her to get her head cut off," stated guard- number-one.
As they were discussing both possibilities a messenger came with a letter.
"Which one for you is Bob?" he spoke in a clear voice.
"I am," Bob said stupidly.
"This is for you then, it is about the prisoner," the messenger gave Bob the letter and walked away as fast as he could.
"Well, don't get us in suspense forever, what does it say?" Timmy asked.
"It says," Bob spoke in a important voice, "Could you tell me what that word is," he asked Timmy.
"Which word?"
"The one at the top, up there."
"There's a lot of words a the 'top'."
"The one that starts with letter that looks like a backwardly bent bow."
"Oh, let's see here. Gee, I have no idea," the word they were trying to figure out how to say was 'Dear'.
"Let me read it," said Alanna, she could never stand to listen to stupid people.
"OK," said Bob and handed her the letter.
"It says: Dear Bob, You are currently escorting the prisoner to her death place but I have one last request. For my amusement she must be spray painted neon pink first.
The King That's a stupid idea," Alanna said.
"Well, we have to do it anyway."
"But where will you get the spray paint? It hadn't been invented yet."
"Actually, I grandmother went ahead in time a few years ago and brought me back some. See," guard-number-one said, holding up a bottle of pink spray paint triumphantly.
Alanna was then colored neon pink and hanged.
A/N ~ poor Alanna, but don't worry, the story will continue. Please review. It doesn't take that long, just hit the little button in the corner and say what you think. Is it really that hard? I hope not.