A/N: Don't own seven eleven, or phantom of the opera
My parents were going to kill me. I looked at the clock. It read: 9:45 p.m. They'd probably be home at 12:00 a.m. My sister and brother would probably want to stop and get something to eat, and then they'd whine about how they didn't have any toys to keep themselves occupied. Seven Elevens would always be open so my dad would probably stop there for batteries.
"Eh, Kat," I heard Norrington say behind me. I turned and scowled at him.
"What?"
"You'd better see what Barbossa is doing,"
"Why should I?"
"Because maybe you wouldn't like the results if he finished doing what he's doing behind you,"
"OH alright!" I turned back around and realized that: A. Barbossa was doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. B. I WAS GOING TO KILL NORINGTON BECAUSE HE DIDN'T TELL ME SOONER!!!!!!!!
"Barbossa," I said in my sweetest "talk to the kindergartener" voice. He turned around, his face was covered in little brown pellets. I know what you're thinking and no it's not what you think it is. "Barbossa don't eat that," I walked over to him and began peeling the brown pellets off his disgusting face. He'd gotten in my hamster's food box which had been sitting on the top of the counter. My mother had put it there to remind me to feed my hamster Erik. I had named him that after my favorite musical bad boy, Erik the phantom of the opera. He was black and fuzzy and oh so wonderful to cuddle. The pellets were now all over the floor, and all over Barbossa. It would seem that my fluffy ball of love (Erik) wouldn't be getting any food tonight. I sighed and took the box away from Barbossa.
BAM!
BAM!
I glanced over to see that Will was opening and closing a dictionary he'd found on the counter.
BAM!
"Will you stop that? I got me an awful hangover!" Sparrow growled.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Will continued this time at a faster pace.
BAM! BAM! BAM!....THUD!
I looked down at the floor, Jack had just tackled Will. They lay sprawled on the tile. Elizabeth was no where to be seen. She'd probably gone upstairs. I heard Norrington tapping his fingers on the counter. He was bored. Well I wasn't!
A/N: Don't worry I'll write more, just trying to work on the Phantom's Mask story too!
My parents were going to kill me. I looked at the clock. It read: 9:45 p.m. They'd probably be home at 12:00 a.m. My sister and brother would probably want to stop and get something to eat, and then they'd whine about how they didn't have any toys to keep themselves occupied. Seven Elevens would always be open so my dad would probably stop there for batteries.
"Eh, Kat," I heard Norrington say behind me. I turned and scowled at him.
"What?"
"You'd better see what Barbossa is doing,"
"Why should I?"
"Because maybe you wouldn't like the results if he finished doing what he's doing behind you,"
"OH alright!" I turned back around and realized that: A. Barbossa was doing something he probably shouldn't be doing. B. I WAS GOING TO KILL NORINGTON BECAUSE HE DIDN'T TELL ME SOONER!!!!!!!!
"Barbossa," I said in my sweetest "talk to the kindergartener" voice. He turned around, his face was covered in little brown pellets. I know what you're thinking and no it's not what you think it is. "Barbossa don't eat that," I walked over to him and began peeling the brown pellets off his disgusting face. He'd gotten in my hamster's food box which had been sitting on the top of the counter. My mother had put it there to remind me to feed my hamster Erik. I had named him that after my favorite musical bad boy, Erik the phantom of the opera. He was black and fuzzy and oh so wonderful to cuddle. The pellets were now all over the floor, and all over Barbossa. It would seem that my fluffy ball of love (Erik) wouldn't be getting any food tonight. I sighed and took the box away from Barbossa.
BAM!
BAM!
I glanced over to see that Will was opening and closing a dictionary he'd found on the counter.
BAM!
"Will you stop that? I got me an awful hangover!" Sparrow growled.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Will continued this time at a faster pace.
BAM! BAM! BAM!....THUD!
I looked down at the floor, Jack had just tackled Will. They lay sprawled on the tile. Elizabeth was no where to be seen. She'd probably gone upstairs. I heard Norrington tapping his fingers on the counter. He was bored. Well I wasn't!
A/N: Don't worry I'll write more, just trying to work on the Phantom's Mask story too!