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Blaze: Sorry about not updating. I kinda got * cough * grounded for the computer. *cough * so any ways! Here is the third chappie, and it does have another cliffie, cause we all know how much I loooove those!!! Any way!! Enjoy! (Curtain!!!!)
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At about 3:30 a.m. Sammy woke up and took a shower, disgusted how the showers weren't closed in, got dressed, and had a little time left, so she went back to the tent, squeezed 1 ½ more lemons into her hair, still having 5 more lemons left. If she remembered correctly, she thought someone had asked her to squeeze lemons into his hair, but she couldn't remember whom. She got out a bundle of papers, and started sketching. She drew in anime style, and decided to draw her Cheetah-person (half cheetah, half human) character, Mykalanne. She was almost done sketching, when a horn blew, telling everyone to get up. The sound made her jump, and she fell out of her bed. The boys were up very fast, seeing Sammy on the ground some of them started to snicker.
Zigzag walked up to her, and put out his hand, she took it, and he pulled her up. "I wanted to ask you last night, but you fell asleep. Can you put lemons in my hair, too?" He asked, not letting go of her hand.
"Um. yeah, just hold on," Sammy pulled her hand from his, and put her papers back in her backpack. She also picked up 3 lemons. Peeled them, and had Zigzag sit down on the floor. Sammy started to squeeze the lemons, sticking out her tongue in concentration. She looked up and saw armpit mocking her.
"Hey man, I've got a lemon, and I'm not afraid to throw it," Sammy lifted up a lemon, but decided to just squeeze it over Zigzag's head instead. "Okay man, you're done!" she patted Zigzag on the shoulder and he got up shaking Sammy's hand.
"Thanks. When will you be able to see.you know... lighter hair?" Zigzag asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Ha! With all this sun? Probably tonight at dinner, No guarantees, mind you," Sammy, also putting her hands in her pockets, when Mom entered the tent.
Mom clapped his hands together, "O.K. boys!" it seemed that Mom had forgotten Sammy was here. Hem, hem! She said, drawing Moms attention to her. "And girl. It is time to start digging! Get you shovels and get going!"
All of the boys shuffled over to a cupboard filled with shovels.
"How big does the hole have to be?" Sammy asked who ever was closest person next to her, no caring who it was.
"5 feet deep, 5 feet wide, shovel is your measuring stick, so, shorter shovel, smaller hole." Sammy looked up to see that it was Squid who had said that. She nodded and grabbed a random shovel.
It was very hot by the time the sun started to rise. Sammy's hole was barely ½ a foot deep, while the other boy's holes were at least 1 foot deep. Sammy's hands started to blister a few minuets later. She angrily muffled a scream, by keeping her mouth closed.
Squid, who was digging by her, had heard her angry cry. "You can use you gloves," he said.
Sammy shook her head. If one day she lost her gloves, she would want her hands to be used to digging all day. Mr. Sir came by later in the truck Sammy had hoped was filled with gasoline. It turned out, it was water, not gasoline, and Sammy was thankful, because she had forgotten to fill up her canteen back at camp. Sammy was last in line, she found out, after shoving and pushing. Great, Sammy thought. This'll make me have to dig longer.
15 minuets after the water truck had left. Sammy threw down her shovel. "This is dirty work. Literally!" her hair was very messy, because she had forgotten to tie it back that morning. Forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.
Magnet peered into her hole. Then he chuckled. "Keep digging, you're almost done. I'm done now, and I'm heading back to- your hair!!!!"
"What? What about my hair?" Sammy asked leaning on her shoulder. "It's lighter!" He said, astonished that the lemon had worked.
Sammy started to stomp on the ground with both feet. " I need a mirror! I need a mirror! I neeeeeed a mirror!!!!"
Magnet just shrugged, and walked back to camp.
45 minuets later, Sammy was done. Her hole was bigger than her, and she was 5' 3". She carved little foot holes in the wall of the hole and climbed out. All the boys had finished, and gone into the wreck room. It seemed like hours before Sammy reached the wreck room, and her blisters where so bad they were bleeding, and it hurt more than anything to hold the shovel. Sammy saw a water spigot and went to wash her hands. The blood would get washed off, and when she turned off the water, the blood continued to flow. She gave up, and threw her shovel into the heap of other shovels, and walked into the wreck room. As she looked around, her eyes widened at what she saw. The wreck room was a wreck, hence the name. The seats there were torn up, and the couches were all taken, so Sammy leaned against a wall staring at her bloody hands. Only staying in the wreck room for a short while, Sammy decided to go back to the tent, occasionally rubbing her hands together, as to see if her hands really were blistered and bleeding like she thought.
As Sammy entered the tent, she saw some of the other boys in the tent. She silently walked to her cot, and got out some paper and pencil. She drew a scythe, and then she had an idea. She took to the tip of her pencil and dipped it into the blood still flowing on her hand. She had accidentally dipped the pencil into a blister, and the sharp pain that ran all the way up her arm made her straighten up. She then took the bloody pencil, and drew on the blade of the scythe. With another idea, she raised her hand, and shook it, splattering the page with blood. It looked quite cool. She raised the picture up to the light, and saw some one standing in front of her. It was Magnet. He was staring at the picture, and at her hands.
"You're bleeding," he said.
"No, it cranberry juice. Yes I'm bleeding!" she said, just slightly annoyed( tee hee. just slightly).
"You need something to cover them, like band aids," He exclaimed, putting his hands in his pockets.
" Hun, there are not enough band aids in the world for my hands," Sammy said, waving her hands about, splatting Magnets face with blood.
"Well at least put you gloves on, so your not bleeding all over the place," Magnet shrugged, and walked out of the tent, returning to the wreck room. Angrily Sammy pulled on her gloves staring at Magnet's back and continued to draw. Some of her hair fell in front of her face, and it looked like it was white blonde.
"Yes! It worked! It worked, it worked, it worked!" Quickly Sammy brought a whole bunch of hair in front of her, and indeed, all of her hair was white blonde. She decided to see if Zigzags hair was lighter, but not let him now that she knew. She left the tent, and tiptoed to the wreck room, and who should be coming out of it but Zigzag himself. Along side him was X-ray, and Magnet. Magnet tried to look at her hands, but she shoved them in her pockets, she noticed that he had wiped the blood off of his face. Barfbag was next to come out. The 4 boys were silent in front of Sammy. Sammy shifted from one leg to the other, waiting for the awkward silence to pass.
It was Sammy who broke the silence. " So. How come there's no lake here?"
The boys looked at each other, then at Sammy. X-Ray was the one to answer.
"Because the great purple elephants of Timbuktu came and drank it all!" he said. The boys laughed hysterically, but it was Zero who gave the real answer,
"When the town killed a black man for kissing a white women, the lake dried up because God punished the killers. Not the kissers. That's how Kissin' Kate Barlow started her killing spree," All of the boys were staring at Zero, in including Sammy.
"How did you know that?" asked Zigzag.
Zero remained silent, as if that was all he was ever going to say in his whole life. Zero, still silent, just smiled and slowly walked back to the tent. Sammy shrugged and decided to also go back to the tent. She took her hands out of her pockets and let the hang to the sides, palms facing backwards. Magnet must have seen, and pointed it out to the other boys, because a minuet later, she heard disgusted "Ewwwwwww!" and " Damn, man!" Behind her, and the splatting of throw up on the ground. A chill ran up Sammy's spine as she heard the noise, and she quickened her pace toward the tent.
About a half an hour later, Zigzag, X-ray, Stanley, and magnet came waltzing into the tent, with Mr. Pendanski behind them.
"Every one gather 'round! We are going to tell stories! C'mon y'all in to a circle!" Mr. Pendanski seemed too excited to have this little meeting just for the kids to tell stores. He probably had a story to tell too.
When everyone was seated, Mr. Pendanski clapped his hands enthusiastically. "OK! I'll go first!" he said excitedly. The other boys groaned, and X-Ray said, " C'mon Mom, your stories always suck! Er- I mean, aren't very good."
"Thank you for you opinion Rex, and for restating your use in language," Mr.- Pendanski was obviously the kind of person, who thought 'dang' and 'damn' was bad words. Sammy rolled her eyes, not caring if anyone said anything at the moment.
"Well, Samantha," Mr. Pendanski said her full name, making her growl and hide her eyes. Before he continued, Sammy thought she heard some of the other boys snickering. "You haven't told us a story yet! Do you have anything to tell?" "I guess I could tell how I got here," Sammy mumbled, shrugging.
"All right! That sounds like a plan!" Said Mr. Pendanski. " You may begin, Samantha."
Sammy growled again before beginning to tell her story, and when she started to talk, she would flip her hair every 5 seconds, out of habit at school.
"My neighbor has these two big scary hunting dogs, and his daughter was (Key word: WAS) my friend. And one day we went outside to go swimming, when, for no reason at all one of the dogs jumped up and bit my shoulder," Sammy raised her sleeve to reveal a humongous scar in the shape on a canines mouth on her shoulder, many of the boys weren't phased at the site of her scar, but she saw Barf bag starting to turn green. Quickly she lowered her sleeve, and continued her story.
" Any way, I kind of wanted revenge at the dog, because he was big, an his teeth hurt, so one day, in the middle of the night, I crept into there backyard and bleached the dogs hair, I also drowned the Chihuahua, and turned the turtle over on it's back, I guess I got carried away; I had gotten really mad, what with my shoulder having stitches in it.. But anyways, the dogs, they started barking really loud because the bleach burns and stuff, so the owner came out and 'accidentally' shot my wrist with his hunting gun, and hey, the only guns I know are B.B.'s, shotguns, and automatics, and have never touched a gun in my life, so forgive for not knowing the names of the guns. But anyway, I had to go to the hospital and luckily, my friends dad shot in between the two bones in my lower arm, so I only get to wear a life long bandage," she said holding up her wrist. " And if I take of the bandage, there will be a hole in my arm, so I would rather leave it one at this point in time. OK Yeah, and so my friends dad pressed charges on me, and it was like he didn't even care about the other pets I killed, all he cared about was his dumb hunting dogs, because the only thing he charged me for was bleaching his dogs, and my dad had just lost his job, so I couldn't really afford a lawyer, and by freak accident/ mistake, I landed here. The end." Sammy ended the story looking at her feet, having no reason to look at the other boys; she knew they weren't laughing, because her story wasn't funny. She rubbed her shoulder and wrist; they hurt after digging all day long.
" O.K. that was an interesting story Samantha," said Mr. Pendanski. She looked, up and saw the fear in his eyes, and she knew what he was thinking. 'She killed animals! Who knows what she will do next!'
"Don't worry Mom, I wont kill anything! That is, just as long as no one gets me mad." Sammy looked around at the other boys, and when she saw Magnets face, which was red and teeth bared, she put her head down looking at the floor once more. 'Uh oh,' she thought, ' it seems we have a dog lover in the house.
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Blaze: It seems that Magnet is a little angry!!! ^^;;;
Sammy: No really ya think?!!!
Blaze: Well I would be angry to! And besides what you did was freeeekay!!!!
Sammy: OMG what ever.
Blaze: Sorry about not updating. I kinda got * cough * grounded for the computer. *cough * so any ways! Here is the third chappie, and it does have another cliffie, cause we all know how much I loooove those!!! Any way!! Enjoy! (Curtain!!!!)
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At about 3:30 a.m. Sammy woke up and took a shower, disgusted how the showers weren't closed in, got dressed, and had a little time left, so she went back to the tent, squeezed 1 ½ more lemons into her hair, still having 5 more lemons left. If she remembered correctly, she thought someone had asked her to squeeze lemons into his hair, but she couldn't remember whom. She got out a bundle of papers, and started sketching. She drew in anime style, and decided to draw her Cheetah-person (half cheetah, half human) character, Mykalanne. She was almost done sketching, when a horn blew, telling everyone to get up. The sound made her jump, and she fell out of her bed. The boys were up very fast, seeing Sammy on the ground some of them started to snicker.
Zigzag walked up to her, and put out his hand, she took it, and he pulled her up. "I wanted to ask you last night, but you fell asleep. Can you put lemons in my hair, too?" He asked, not letting go of her hand.
"Um. yeah, just hold on," Sammy pulled her hand from his, and put her papers back in her backpack. She also picked up 3 lemons. Peeled them, and had Zigzag sit down on the floor. Sammy started to squeeze the lemons, sticking out her tongue in concentration. She looked up and saw armpit mocking her.
"Hey man, I've got a lemon, and I'm not afraid to throw it," Sammy lifted up a lemon, but decided to just squeeze it over Zigzag's head instead. "Okay man, you're done!" she patted Zigzag on the shoulder and he got up shaking Sammy's hand.
"Thanks. When will you be able to see.you know... lighter hair?" Zigzag asked, putting his hands in his pockets.
"Ha! With all this sun? Probably tonight at dinner, No guarantees, mind you," Sammy, also putting her hands in her pockets, when Mom entered the tent.
Mom clapped his hands together, "O.K. boys!" it seemed that Mom had forgotten Sammy was here. Hem, hem! She said, drawing Moms attention to her. "And girl. It is time to start digging! Get you shovels and get going!"
All of the boys shuffled over to a cupboard filled with shovels.
"How big does the hole have to be?" Sammy asked who ever was closest person next to her, no caring who it was.
"5 feet deep, 5 feet wide, shovel is your measuring stick, so, shorter shovel, smaller hole." Sammy looked up to see that it was Squid who had said that. She nodded and grabbed a random shovel.
It was very hot by the time the sun started to rise. Sammy's hole was barely ½ a foot deep, while the other boy's holes were at least 1 foot deep. Sammy's hands started to blister a few minuets later. She angrily muffled a scream, by keeping her mouth closed.
Squid, who was digging by her, had heard her angry cry. "You can use you gloves," he said.
Sammy shook her head. If one day she lost her gloves, she would want her hands to be used to digging all day. Mr. Sir came by later in the truck Sammy had hoped was filled with gasoline. It turned out, it was water, not gasoline, and Sammy was thankful, because she had forgotten to fill up her canteen back at camp. Sammy was last in line, she found out, after shoving and pushing. Great, Sammy thought. This'll make me have to dig longer.
15 minuets after the water truck had left. Sammy threw down her shovel. "This is dirty work. Literally!" her hair was very messy, because she had forgotten to tie it back that morning. Forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.
Magnet peered into her hole. Then he chuckled. "Keep digging, you're almost done. I'm done now, and I'm heading back to- your hair!!!!"
"What? What about my hair?" Sammy asked leaning on her shoulder. "It's lighter!" He said, astonished that the lemon had worked.
Sammy started to stomp on the ground with both feet. " I need a mirror! I need a mirror! I neeeeeed a mirror!!!!"
Magnet just shrugged, and walked back to camp.
45 minuets later, Sammy was done. Her hole was bigger than her, and she was 5' 3". She carved little foot holes in the wall of the hole and climbed out. All the boys had finished, and gone into the wreck room. It seemed like hours before Sammy reached the wreck room, and her blisters where so bad they were bleeding, and it hurt more than anything to hold the shovel. Sammy saw a water spigot and went to wash her hands. The blood would get washed off, and when she turned off the water, the blood continued to flow. She gave up, and threw her shovel into the heap of other shovels, and walked into the wreck room. As she looked around, her eyes widened at what she saw. The wreck room was a wreck, hence the name. The seats there were torn up, and the couches were all taken, so Sammy leaned against a wall staring at her bloody hands. Only staying in the wreck room for a short while, Sammy decided to go back to the tent, occasionally rubbing her hands together, as to see if her hands really were blistered and bleeding like she thought.
As Sammy entered the tent, she saw some of the other boys in the tent. She silently walked to her cot, and got out some paper and pencil. She drew a scythe, and then she had an idea. She took to the tip of her pencil and dipped it into the blood still flowing on her hand. She had accidentally dipped the pencil into a blister, and the sharp pain that ran all the way up her arm made her straighten up. She then took the bloody pencil, and drew on the blade of the scythe. With another idea, she raised her hand, and shook it, splattering the page with blood. It looked quite cool. She raised the picture up to the light, and saw some one standing in front of her. It was Magnet. He was staring at the picture, and at her hands.
"You're bleeding," he said.
"No, it cranberry juice. Yes I'm bleeding!" she said, just slightly annoyed( tee hee. just slightly).
"You need something to cover them, like band aids," He exclaimed, putting his hands in his pockets.
" Hun, there are not enough band aids in the world for my hands," Sammy said, waving her hands about, splatting Magnets face with blood.
"Well at least put you gloves on, so your not bleeding all over the place," Magnet shrugged, and walked out of the tent, returning to the wreck room. Angrily Sammy pulled on her gloves staring at Magnet's back and continued to draw. Some of her hair fell in front of her face, and it looked like it was white blonde.
"Yes! It worked! It worked, it worked, it worked!" Quickly Sammy brought a whole bunch of hair in front of her, and indeed, all of her hair was white blonde. She decided to see if Zigzags hair was lighter, but not let him now that she knew. She left the tent, and tiptoed to the wreck room, and who should be coming out of it but Zigzag himself. Along side him was X-ray, and Magnet. Magnet tried to look at her hands, but she shoved them in her pockets, she noticed that he had wiped the blood off of his face. Barfbag was next to come out. The 4 boys were silent in front of Sammy. Sammy shifted from one leg to the other, waiting for the awkward silence to pass.
It was Sammy who broke the silence. " So. How come there's no lake here?"
The boys looked at each other, then at Sammy. X-Ray was the one to answer.
"Because the great purple elephants of Timbuktu came and drank it all!" he said. The boys laughed hysterically, but it was Zero who gave the real answer,
"When the town killed a black man for kissing a white women, the lake dried up because God punished the killers. Not the kissers. That's how Kissin' Kate Barlow started her killing spree," All of the boys were staring at Zero, in including Sammy.
"How did you know that?" asked Zigzag.
Zero remained silent, as if that was all he was ever going to say in his whole life. Zero, still silent, just smiled and slowly walked back to the tent. Sammy shrugged and decided to also go back to the tent. She took her hands out of her pockets and let the hang to the sides, palms facing backwards. Magnet must have seen, and pointed it out to the other boys, because a minuet later, she heard disgusted "Ewwwwwww!" and " Damn, man!" Behind her, and the splatting of throw up on the ground. A chill ran up Sammy's spine as she heard the noise, and she quickened her pace toward the tent.
About a half an hour later, Zigzag, X-ray, Stanley, and magnet came waltzing into the tent, with Mr. Pendanski behind them.
"Every one gather 'round! We are going to tell stories! C'mon y'all in to a circle!" Mr. Pendanski seemed too excited to have this little meeting just for the kids to tell stores. He probably had a story to tell too.
When everyone was seated, Mr. Pendanski clapped his hands enthusiastically. "OK! I'll go first!" he said excitedly. The other boys groaned, and X-Ray said, " C'mon Mom, your stories always suck! Er- I mean, aren't very good."
"Thank you for you opinion Rex, and for restating your use in language," Mr.- Pendanski was obviously the kind of person, who thought 'dang' and 'damn' was bad words. Sammy rolled her eyes, not caring if anyone said anything at the moment.
"Well, Samantha," Mr. Pendanski said her full name, making her growl and hide her eyes. Before he continued, Sammy thought she heard some of the other boys snickering. "You haven't told us a story yet! Do you have anything to tell?" "I guess I could tell how I got here," Sammy mumbled, shrugging.
"All right! That sounds like a plan!" Said Mr. Pendanski. " You may begin, Samantha."
Sammy growled again before beginning to tell her story, and when she started to talk, she would flip her hair every 5 seconds, out of habit at school.
"My neighbor has these two big scary hunting dogs, and his daughter was (Key word: WAS) my friend. And one day we went outside to go swimming, when, for no reason at all one of the dogs jumped up and bit my shoulder," Sammy raised her sleeve to reveal a humongous scar in the shape on a canines mouth on her shoulder, many of the boys weren't phased at the site of her scar, but she saw Barf bag starting to turn green. Quickly she lowered her sleeve, and continued her story.
" Any way, I kind of wanted revenge at the dog, because he was big, an his teeth hurt, so one day, in the middle of the night, I crept into there backyard and bleached the dogs hair, I also drowned the Chihuahua, and turned the turtle over on it's back, I guess I got carried away; I had gotten really mad, what with my shoulder having stitches in it.. But anyways, the dogs, they started barking really loud because the bleach burns and stuff, so the owner came out and 'accidentally' shot my wrist with his hunting gun, and hey, the only guns I know are B.B.'s, shotguns, and automatics, and have never touched a gun in my life, so forgive for not knowing the names of the guns. But anyway, I had to go to the hospital and luckily, my friends dad shot in between the two bones in my lower arm, so I only get to wear a life long bandage," she said holding up her wrist. " And if I take of the bandage, there will be a hole in my arm, so I would rather leave it one at this point in time. OK Yeah, and so my friends dad pressed charges on me, and it was like he didn't even care about the other pets I killed, all he cared about was his dumb hunting dogs, because the only thing he charged me for was bleaching his dogs, and my dad had just lost his job, so I couldn't really afford a lawyer, and by freak accident/ mistake, I landed here. The end." Sammy ended the story looking at her feet, having no reason to look at the other boys; she knew they weren't laughing, because her story wasn't funny. She rubbed her shoulder and wrist; they hurt after digging all day long.
" O.K. that was an interesting story Samantha," said Mr. Pendanski. She looked, up and saw the fear in his eyes, and she knew what he was thinking. 'She killed animals! Who knows what she will do next!'
"Don't worry Mom, I wont kill anything! That is, just as long as no one gets me mad." Sammy looked around at the other boys, and when she saw Magnets face, which was red and teeth bared, she put her head down looking at the floor once more. 'Uh oh,' she thought, ' it seems we have a dog lover in the house.
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Blaze: It seems that Magnet is a little angry!!! ^^;;;
Sammy: No really ya think?!!!
Blaze: Well I would be angry to! And besides what you did was freeeekay!!!!
Sammy: OMG what ever.