OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!! I'M ON!!! I'M ON!!! I'M ALLOWED BACK ON!!! THANK ALL MY SUPPORTERS SOOOOO MUCH!! I'M ALLOWED BACK ON!!!!!!!!!!!
Reviews!
Swimmerkitti: I'm glad you like it, and I know it really seems like a Mary- Sue, but it's soooo not gonna be, I swear.
Kittygal-meow: I didn't base it on that, but I have read it, so maybe it kinda like slipped into my story without me knowing, I dunno...shrugs
Rockin awesome x: uh, Billy and Wyverna? I don't think so. :-P But, I'll keep it mind. You never know, I guess.
Banana4422: yes! Evil I say! Lol.
Dolphin: I wasn't allowed on at all at that point, but now I'm allowed on for good! TOTALLY! Wahey!!!
Nanners-77: Yes, Zack has fallen for the psycho...hehehe...
Sandy-Pandy: Chapter Five, which I've written already is really, really long, so I hope you'll like it! You'll have to review all my following chapters though, there's one more to go after this one before chapter five.
Guess what! I like this story soooo much that I'm already thinking about a sequel! Yay! I think that for the first time ever I'm actually going to finish a story. So carry on reviewing if you want this finished! And tell me what you think about a sequel! If you like the idea I might give you a preview......;-)
The next day Zack was actually looking forward to school. He dressed and for the first time ever he thought about what to wear, instead of just grabbing random clothes from his closet and throwing them on. After much thought he pulled on his white top with black zigzag stitching down each side spelling out 'The Who', his black jeans and his sneakers. He then brushed down his hair with the flat of his hand, and set off to school.
On the way he met Freddy, who greeted him with surprise.
"Zack, are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah..." Zack answered defensively. "Why? Do I have spots or something?"
"No!" said Freddy, laughing. "It's just that, well, I hate to break it to you bro, but your clothes actually match today. They don't clash at all."
"Yeah, well..." Zack muttered. "I told you, I have Algebra today."
"So?" asked Freddy. "Do you have a thing for your teacher? She's forty, has warts, looks like a toad, what's her name, uh...Zit-berg! That's it!"
"Dude, the name is Whitberg. Joanna Whitberg." Said Zack.
"Oh, so you're on first name terms with her now? Hey, hold on one darn tooting minute. Joanna Mooneyham. Yeah, I can so see that happening."
"'One darn tooting minute'?!" asked Zack, incredulously. Freddy shrugged, and the two boys carried on their way to school, one wondering about minutes, and how they toot, the other thinking about his Algebra class...or rather, a certain girl in it.
Meanwhile at another house, a girl was fitting new film into a tiny camera that fitted into the palm of her hand. She started cackling evilly, then was interrupted by a thud on her door. She answered.
"Jeez, Ralph, how many times do I ask you to knock? And don't ever, ever interrupt me when I'm cackling again, ok?"
The boy shrugged, unperturbed.
"I just came to tell you the waffle maker, lighter fluid and stuffed toy you ordered are here, ok? I put them in your Little Women hollow book."
"Fine." Snapped Wyverna. (Yes, she is the girl! Dun, dun, dunnnnn!) "Now, get out of my sight!"
The boy left the room, and Wyverna tried to cackle, but stopped halfway through to cough.
"Darn Ralph. I'll...I'll...I'll get him a Britney CD and force him to listen to it on repeat! Yes, that is true evil! Muahahahaaa! Hey, I did it! I cackled!"
If anyone had looked into the room at that point, they would have seen a girl sat on her bed, hiccupping 'hah!' at regular intervals. She'd really overdone it with that evil laugh.
Reviews!
Swimmerkitti: I'm glad you like it, and I know it really seems like a Mary- Sue, but it's soooo not gonna be, I swear.
Kittygal-meow: I didn't base it on that, but I have read it, so maybe it kinda like slipped into my story without me knowing, I dunno...shrugs
Rockin awesome x: uh, Billy and Wyverna? I don't think so. :-P But, I'll keep it mind. You never know, I guess.
Banana4422: yes! Evil I say! Lol.
Dolphin: I wasn't allowed on at all at that point, but now I'm allowed on for good! TOTALLY! Wahey!!!
Nanners-77: Yes, Zack has fallen for the psycho...hehehe...
Sandy-Pandy: Chapter Five, which I've written already is really, really long, so I hope you'll like it! You'll have to review all my following chapters though, there's one more to go after this one before chapter five.
Guess what! I like this story soooo much that I'm already thinking about a sequel! Yay! I think that for the first time ever I'm actually going to finish a story. So carry on reviewing if you want this finished! And tell me what you think about a sequel! If you like the idea I might give you a preview......;-)
The next day Zack was actually looking forward to school. He dressed and for the first time ever he thought about what to wear, instead of just grabbing random clothes from his closet and throwing them on. After much thought he pulled on his white top with black zigzag stitching down each side spelling out 'The Who', his black jeans and his sneakers. He then brushed down his hair with the flat of his hand, and set off to school.
On the way he met Freddy, who greeted him with surprise.
"Zack, are you feeling ok?"
"Yeah..." Zack answered defensively. "Why? Do I have spots or something?"
"No!" said Freddy, laughing. "It's just that, well, I hate to break it to you bro, but your clothes actually match today. They don't clash at all."
"Yeah, well..." Zack muttered. "I told you, I have Algebra today."
"So?" asked Freddy. "Do you have a thing for your teacher? She's forty, has warts, looks like a toad, what's her name, uh...Zit-berg! That's it!"
"Dude, the name is Whitberg. Joanna Whitberg." Said Zack.
"Oh, so you're on first name terms with her now? Hey, hold on one darn tooting minute. Joanna Mooneyham. Yeah, I can so see that happening."
"'One darn tooting minute'?!" asked Zack, incredulously. Freddy shrugged, and the two boys carried on their way to school, one wondering about minutes, and how they toot, the other thinking about his Algebra class...or rather, a certain girl in it.
Meanwhile at another house, a girl was fitting new film into a tiny camera that fitted into the palm of her hand. She started cackling evilly, then was interrupted by a thud on her door. She answered.
"Jeez, Ralph, how many times do I ask you to knock? And don't ever, ever interrupt me when I'm cackling again, ok?"
The boy shrugged, unperturbed.
"I just came to tell you the waffle maker, lighter fluid and stuffed toy you ordered are here, ok? I put them in your Little Women hollow book."
"Fine." Snapped Wyverna. (Yes, she is the girl! Dun, dun, dunnnnn!) "Now, get out of my sight!"
The boy left the room, and Wyverna tried to cackle, but stopped halfway through to cough.
"Darn Ralph. I'll...I'll...I'll get him a Britney CD and force him to listen to it on repeat! Yes, that is true evil! Muahahahaaa! Hey, I did it! I cackled!"
If anyone had looked into the room at that point, they would have seen a girl sat on her bed, hiccupping 'hah!' at regular intervals. She'd really overdone it with that evil laugh.