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Chapter 2: Meet the Children
Alanna: It's chapter 2. Can I meet them now?
George: [grumbles] Fine! [blows a whistle]
All 7 Children: [come marching down stairs]
George: They're supposed to introduce themselves to you twice, but I'll leave now so the Almighty Author doesn't have to type it. [leaves]
Alanna: OK, so who the heck are you people?
Thayet: I'm Thayet. I'm 16 years old, and I'm going to marry your lover!
Alanna: You're marrying your FATHER? That's sick...
Thayet: No! The other one!
Alanna: Liam's dead...
Thayet: What ARE you? A slut or something?
Alanna: Well, actually...
Dom: [interrupts, not wanting to hear what she says] I'm Domitan. I'm 14, and you can call me Dom.
Alanna: Um, OK...Next?
Daine: I'm Veralidaine. I'm 13, and I have Wild Magic.
Alanna: That's nice.
Neal: I'm Nealan. I'm 11, and I despise Hat Casting.
Alanna: So what? NEXT!
Onua: I'm Onua, and I REALLY despise Hat Casting because I'm 10-YOUNGER THAN NEAL!
Alanna: Go see a shrink. Next?
Yuki: My name's Yuki, I'm almost 7, and I despise Hat Casting even more because I can't marry Neal! [sobs]
Almighty Author: [does a happy dance] I hate Yuki/Neal!
Alanna: Go AWAY! Next?
Maura: I'm Maura. I'm 5, and I could care less about Hat Casting.
Alanna: Whatever. Is that 7?
Daine: Yup.
Alanna: OK, then...go away or something.
George: Time for dinner!
Alanna: Crap.
Narrator: After dinner...
Jon: [appears randomly] HI!
Thayet: Eeek!
Alanna: Who are you?
Jon: Don't you remember me, Alanna? Your ex-lover?
Alanna: EVERYONE'S my ex-lover.
Thayet: [mutters] Slut.
Alanna: DON'T CALL THE HEROINE A SLUT!
Thayet: Whatever. I need to...uh...go. Yeah. Go.
George: [totally oblivious] Okey dokey!
Thayet: [runs out the door]
Jon: I need to...uh...go too.
George: [still oblivious] Whatever.
Outside, in the gazebo...
Thayet: I'm SO glad my dad's totally stupid.
Jon: No kidding. Anyway, I'm supposed to sing, right?
Thayet: I hope not!
Jon:
I am 17 going on 18
Baby, it's time to rest!
You need someone
Older and wiser
Telling you what to do!
I am 17 going on 18
I'll take care of you!
Thayet: Ew! Stop! PLEASE DON'T SING! And DON'T call me BABY.
Jon: Then YOU sing.
Thayet:
I am 16Going on 17
And...um...what's next?
Jon: You're supposed to know!
Thayet: And wasn't I supposed to sing first?
Jon: Oh forget it!
Later...
Thayet: [climbs through Alanna's window]
Alanna: Stupid kid! Climb through your OWN WINDOW!
Thayet: [blinks] Why didn't I think of that?
Alanna: Now I'll force you to listen to me sing!
Thayet: NOOOO! Anything but that!
Alanna: Teehee. EVERYBODY GET IN HERE!
All the other children come running in, afraid of Alanna's wrath.
Alanna:
Sharp points on roses
And fangs on cute kittens
Yucky old sleigh bells
And moth-eaten mittens
Wild geese that poo on your head as they pass
These are a few of my least favorite things!
Dom: You brought us in here for THIS?
Alanna: Shut up!
Girls in blue dresses
With ugly orange sashes
Snowflakes that freeze on my nose and eyelashes
Freezing cold winters that don't go away
These are a few of my least favorite things!
Yuki: This is depressing...
Neal: It's not as depressing as having you, Daine, and Thayet as SISTERS. Who do I fall in love with? Kel?
Almighty Author: YES! [hops up and down]
Alanna: GO AWAY, Kalasin.
Almighty Author: ONLY CALL ME BY ALMIGHTY AUTHOR IN MY FICS!
Alanna: Eeek!
George: [walks in]
Almighty Author: [disappears]
George: What was that awful noise?
Alanna: I was SINGING.
George: That explains it.
Alanna: [mutters] Meanie.
George: What'd you say?
Alanna: I said...um...erode?
George: WHAT?
Alanna: I mean...um...uh...oh, nevermind.
George: Kids, go to bed.
All 7 children: YAY! [they leave]
George: Alanna? What do you have to say?
Alanna: See you next chapter?
A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! I love you all! [huggles]
Someone (I'm too lazy to go look up the name) guessed that Thayet would be the oldest girl and Jon would be her boyfriend. Congratz, even if I did forget your name...
Yes, I know my chapters are short. It gets annoying constantly going back to watch the next piece of the movie...(Yup, I actually watch a little bit, then write it, watch, then write, etc. It helps me remember.)
OK, I'm done. I've got a little more Hat Casting to do...
