Abbe had been fully prepared to give Jaz a sympathetic look when he was
forced to take and put on the hideous ensemble. As it turned out, Abbe
would not be giving any sympathetic looks that day. The reason was because
Miss N wasn't holding the outfit out to Jaz. She was holding it out to
Abbe. She felt herself being forced to take the clothes. Felt herself
being forced into the bathroom, and felt herself being forced to put on the
horrible garments. She was brought nearly to tears when she had to come
out of the bathroom. Miss N was bent double laughing. Jaz was not. He
didn't even smile. For this, Abbe was very thankful.
"Back.....to your....quarters!" Miss N managed to gasp. And back they went.
By the end of their own day, Jaimie and Nicole were dirty, sweaty, tired, and hungry. Ping-Pong was not. He was in a lawn chair amidst the cans drinking and exotic fruit drink and giving the girls orders. Finally, he called for them to stop and step inside. It was not inside the house, but a large blue tarp that was held up by sticks. Jaimie and Nicole had erected this earlier in the day. This is where they would be sleeping. Nicole personally felt that this was better than the actual house. Jaimie just wanted a shower. It wasn't meant to be. Ping-Pong was calling for them to make dinner. Not for him, he had his braids to keep him happy. They had to scrounge up something for themselves. Nicole was very good at improvisation, but even she had a hard time.
All she had to work with was a dead chicken, wilting lettuce, flour, fermenting V8, a dust bunny, one strawberry worth eating, heavy cream, and ranch dressing mix. The dust bunny and V8 were promptly thrown out. Jaimie wanted to throw away the dead chicken to. It swung ominously from the ceiling and frightened her to no end. Nicole refused, and went to work in making possibly the worst meal in the entire world. The chicken was plucked and rolled in flour to be fried. The dressing mix was combined with water and drizzled over the lettuce which was put in a bowl. The heavy cream was shaken until it magically became something that resembled cool whip. The strawberry was sliced and put over the white mass. This probably doesn't sound half bad.
Nicole was so hungry, she had forgotten to de-organ the dead chicken, so when it was sliced open, all the organs came clearly into view. Including a rather full bladder and a spleen.(Don't ask, I love that word. Spleen spleen spleen ) Not to mention, the bones also stuck through, reminding them of an unpenetrable fortress. They didn't even try to eat it. The lettuce wasn't much better. Jaimie had accidentally added too much water to the ranch dressing mix. The obvious conclusion being that the only apparent flavor was that of the wilting lettuce. The whipped cream was okay, as was the strawberry, but after the dead chicken and lettuce they weren't all that hungry anymore. Nausea, not fullness. They ate it anyway, but let's face it, whipped cream and half a strawberry are not all that filling. Jaimie conveyed this to Ping-Pong who was mixing a margarita in his blender. Nicole stood moodily off to the side. This would never have happened if she hadn't forgotten her strawberry kiwi newtons! Why had she done that? Now her stomach was next to empty, and Ping-Pong was telling Jaimie that they weren't to take showers. There weren't any. The closest shower was available to them was at the indoor pool fifteen minutes away, and Ping-Pong wasn't going near there for another three weeks. Ping-Pong was only going to the store five minutes away to get food. Tomorrow. For that night, they would just have to go to sleep, and hope that this was all a dream.
Author's Note: I did the full spelling of Author's note rather than just AN because that would make the chapter longer. I'm sorry this is pitifully short, but I felt that the chapter should end at the end of their first day as slaves.
Anyway, so ends the first day. The enslaved children do not dream of unreachable love, decently fried chicken, or sane roommates. They dreamed of freedom. Well, all except for Abbe. She dreamed of a mime wearing her new uniform who was juggling five overripe grapefruit on a unicycle.
but we're getting off track. Just read the stupid chapter. You don't have to review it, because it's so short, and any review might be longer than the actual chapter, which would make me more ashamed and guilty than I am already. But I probably don't have to worry. almost nobody reviews this thing anyway! I'm okay. Not emotional or anything! Just read the ******** story! I love you!
"Back.....to your....quarters!" Miss N managed to gasp. And back they went.
By the end of their own day, Jaimie and Nicole were dirty, sweaty, tired, and hungry. Ping-Pong was not. He was in a lawn chair amidst the cans drinking and exotic fruit drink and giving the girls orders. Finally, he called for them to stop and step inside. It was not inside the house, but a large blue tarp that was held up by sticks. Jaimie and Nicole had erected this earlier in the day. This is where they would be sleeping. Nicole personally felt that this was better than the actual house. Jaimie just wanted a shower. It wasn't meant to be. Ping-Pong was calling for them to make dinner. Not for him, he had his braids to keep him happy. They had to scrounge up something for themselves. Nicole was very good at improvisation, but even she had a hard time.
All she had to work with was a dead chicken, wilting lettuce, flour, fermenting V8, a dust bunny, one strawberry worth eating, heavy cream, and ranch dressing mix. The dust bunny and V8 were promptly thrown out. Jaimie wanted to throw away the dead chicken to. It swung ominously from the ceiling and frightened her to no end. Nicole refused, and went to work in making possibly the worst meal in the entire world. The chicken was plucked and rolled in flour to be fried. The dressing mix was combined with water and drizzled over the lettuce which was put in a bowl. The heavy cream was shaken until it magically became something that resembled cool whip. The strawberry was sliced and put over the white mass. This probably doesn't sound half bad.
Nicole was so hungry, she had forgotten to de-organ the dead chicken, so when it was sliced open, all the organs came clearly into view. Including a rather full bladder and a spleen.(Don't ask, I love that word. Spleen spleen spleen ) Not to mention, the bones also stuck through, reminding them of an unpenetrable fortress. They didn't even try to eat it. The lettuce wasn't much better. Jaimie had accidentally added too much water to the ranch dressing mix. The obvious conclusion being that the only apparent flavor was that of the wilting lettuce. The whipped cream was okay, as was the strawberry, but after the dead chicken and lettuce they weren't all that hungry anymore. Nausea, not fullness. They ate it anyway, but let's face it, whipped cream and half a strawberry are not all that filling. Jaimie conveyed this to Ping-Pong who was mixing a margarita in his blender. Nicole stood moodily off to the side. This would never have happened if she hadn't forgotten her strawberry kiwi newtons! Why had she done that? Now her stomach was next to empty, and Ping-Pong was telling Jaimie that they weren't to take showers. There weren't any. The closest shower was available to them was at the indoor pool fifteen minutes away, and Ping-Pong wasn't going near there for another three weeks. Ping-Pong was only going to the store five minutes away to get food. Tomorrow. For that night, they would just have to go to sleep, and hope that this was all a dream.
Author's Note: I did the full spelling of Author's note rather than just AN because that would make the chapter longer. I'm sorry this is pitifully short, but I felt that the chapter should end at the end of their first day as slaves.
Anyway, so ends the first day. The enslaved children do not dream of unreachable love, decently fried chicken, or sane roommates. They dreamed of freedom. Well, all except for Abbe. She dreamed of a mime wearing her new uniform who was juggling five overripe grapefruit on a unicycle.
but we're getting off track. Just read the stupid chapter. You don't have to review it, because it's so short, and any review might be longer than the actual chapter, which would make me more ashamed and guilty than I am already. But I probably don't have to worry. almost nobody reviews this thing anyway! I'm okay. Not emotional or anything! Just read the ******** story! I love you!