And then, the faults split!!! The social studies teacher wearing the ugly red sweater and the hideous grey pants fell through the large gap in the floor, and all the slaves--eh, excuse me, I mean--all the STUDENTS escaped!!!
Actually.that didn't happen. Firstly, I don't think there is even one earthquake-able fault in Illinois (where I am), and secondly, I think that was just a bit of wishful thinking on my part from being stuck in a social studies classroom with them most horrid teacher of my life.okay, I wrote that when I was actually in the class, trying to think up a good third chapter for this.so here it is. I am also including part, and perhaps all, of chapter four.it all depends on if I can get my hands on a pot of coffee and stay awake long enough. But first, I need to reply to a reviewer:
Khrissa: Yes, Malachai is absolutely irresistible! Get your's up soon so I can read it, and I'll be sure to review! Can't wait! Keep in touch, k?
Chapter 3--Job
"Okay, Vicky, look," Burt huffed at his girlfriend, now entirely fed up with her total obnoxiousness. He pulled out a map from the glove compartment and said, "This is where we are. This is where we're trying to get," pointing from the small black print that said Nebraska to another word further away from it that said Washington. "We will be THERE when we GET there!"
"This still does not help the problem that I gotta GO!" giggled Vicky. Neither of them were watching the road ahead of them then, which is why they did not see the little boy until it was too late.
"BURT! STOP THE CAR!" But the man lost control in his panic and ran the boy down. The car skidded to a stop on the side of the road, and both Vicky and Burt tumbled out of two broken doors.
"Burt.if you had just ONE brain cell."
"Shut up, Vicky." Burt leapt to his feet and ran to see the child he had just hit. What he saw horrified him. The boy had had his throat cut; he was probably dead before Burt actually hit him with the car. But the wound was still fresh.someone was still out there!
"Burt--" stuttered a weak voice behind him. He whipped around to see a pale faced and horror stricken Vicky gawking down at her hands. "B-Burt.I just got these done! I just got my nails done, and look what you've done to them!!! W hen I fell out, they got ruined! What have you got to SAY for yourself?!?!?!"
"Uh, Vicky, don't you think we should be a bit more concerned about the dead kid right now-?"
"Oh, that's right, everything's about YOU, isn't it? Huh? That's always the way! You, you, you! You the big doctor! You the-"
"Fine! Fine! Go back in the car.I don't even want you near me right now-"
"What, am I invading your Doctorly Bubble?"
"GO!!!"
"WHAT ABOUT MY NAILS!?!?"
"WE'LL GET YOU ANOTHER MANICURE IN SEATTLE, NOW GO!" And Vicky obeyed. She strolled back to their little yellow car, got inside and fell asleep. Burt went back to the trunk and was beginning to remove a large black garbage bag when it he felt someone watching him.so he thought, just to be safe, that he should grab the stale five-foot-long party sub sandwich he kept in there for defence, just in case.
In the mean time, out in the corn, Malachai was keeping close watch on what was going on out on the road. Yellow car just hit Joseph.okay, cool.but what is that man doing with a massive sandwich? were the thoughts coursing through my twisted mind. Ah, never mind that. As Malachai peered through the corn, Malachai saw the man stuffing Joseph the betrayer into the trash bag, then slinking around holding the sandwich up like James Bond would with his gun, doing all the weird spy moves in all the wrong ways. Eventually, he loaded the kid into the car, and got back into it.
"Huh.oh, Burt, you're back!" said Vicky, waking up and stretching. "I had the best dream in the world just now!"
"Uh.but weren't you supposed to have a nightmare and then wake up screaming?"
"Well, yeah, but that's not how I decided to do it this time. You see, I had this really scrummy yummy dream, about a little tortoise, and then-"
"Okay, whatever, time to go on to see if we can find a phone.but we probably won't."
"No, I don't think so either."
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Sarah and I went and hung out in our old house. We played there a lot.just because we knew it pissed Malachai off. I tried to be nice to Malachai; like I said, we were friends once, but then.then Isaac came along. Malachai told us that playing games and listening to music was forbidden.but it's obvious that that was because no one ever asked him to play.
"Sarah, I've decided that when I grow up, if I ever get out of this piece o' crap town, I'm gonna have all the money in the world! Down on your knees, you silly peasant girl!"
"Me too!"
"Well, if I have all the money, then you can't have it all!"
"Watch me," said Sarah indignantly. And then, without even paying up properly or waiting for her turn, she swiped a little green house off of Boardwalk and replaced it with a hotel. She then picked up my piece and put it on Boardwalk!
"Is that even allowed in this game?" I asked incredulously.
"Uh, yeah, Jobie! Where have you been? That'll be a trillion, million, zillion, vigintillion dollars please!"
"What?! Does that kind of money even exist?!"
"Would you like to haggle?"
"Fine," I sighed, now real frustrated with my sister. I picked up the rest of my money and handed it to her. Then, I got an idea. I picked up one of the extra mover pieces and placed it in jail. I told Sarah that I was pretending it was Malachai! We both began laughing together, but it ended quickly. For from out of the doorway, a large jack-knife flew and hit the middle of our game board. We looked up to see none other than my old friend, Malachai, standing there, all pissed off and ready to rip us apart.
"You two--come with me," he commanded as he picked his knife up out of the board and held it up to my neck.
"Sorry, Chai Chai," I said, pointing at him and laughing. Chai Chai was the little sarcastic pet name I made up for him myself. "But you're in jail!" I put my arms around Malachai's hips and moved him to the little square on the Monopoly board that had a picture of a man in a jail cell on it. "Either you gotta pay fifty bucks, get a "get out of jail free" card, or roll doubles." Malachai looked totally clueless as I picked up the card, a pretend fifty dollar bill, and the dice and placed it just out of his reach. He started to walk towards them, but Sarah put an end to that.
"Nuh uh, Chai Chai! You can't get out of jail yet! Gotta stay there!" So Sarah and I giggled at the fact that we had manipulated an absentminded eighteen-year-old into listening to our silly rule, and we left the room, locking the door behind us.
It was about an hour later when Isaac noticed that Malachai was missing. He was nowhere in any of the cornfields, the Clearing had been vacant almost the whole day. So Isaac began checking in the homes. What he saw in Sarah's old bedroom scared him half to death.
"Malachai--what--what the--what ARE you DOING in here?" gasped Isaac, grabbing the wall for support so he wouldn't fall over from shock.
"I'm in jail," stated Malachai bluntly, now sitting cross legged on top of the game board, "and I'm not allowed to get up and get anything to get me out." He stretched his arms out in front of him as far as he could, but he still was unable to reach anything. Isaac, quite annoyed by his disciple's utter idiocy, picked up the "get out of jail free" card, and handed it to Malachai.
"Thanx, Isaac."
"Sure."
~*~*~That's it for chapter 3! I just LOVE it when hot guys are so naïve! Like In the movie How To Deal! Now, I am NOT a huge chick flick fan, but.Trent Ford is just..DROOLWORTHY!
Chapter 4--Vicky
"It's like we're on the dang moon! A truck hasn't even gone by!" I complained to my boyfriend. As if on cue, three men in spacesuits walked across the road and disappeared into the corn. Burt and I sat speechless for a second before he broke the silence and said, "That really was not funny."
~*~*Okay, you know what? I just cannot stay up any longer. So sorry, guys! I'll have the rest up soon though!*~*~
