Yes, it's us again, ALPforever and KJPforever. I know, it's hard to believe, but we have another "writer's block" story! Yay! Okay, same thing as All Hail Fudge, you can flame if you feel the need, but we don't accept swearing. It just isn't necessary!
Okay, on with the mental masterpiece of a story. Just to warn you, this is a short one.
This story takes place during Sweet and Sour Sixteen16, chapter 32, page 134, paragraph 10.
Ryliey's POV
"So, nice night!" I half asked, half stated. 'Oh my gosh, I'm talking about the weather? I'm such a dork! He must think I'm so stupid!
"Yeah, very…starry!" Shane cackled. (A/N: In the real story, it says "Shane smiled", but this is where the mental story starts.) His face turned dark. It was Voldemort!
With a swift movement, he killed me, and advanced on Skyelar. She put up a good fight, ending her life by taking out her barrette, sticking it up his nose, and proclaiming:
"Jesus loves me!"
Voldemort smiled as she died, pulling out the snot-blood-covered barrette, and once again fashioning it in Skyelar's hair.
"Cha ha!" He cackled, "Ciao, Butt Buddy!"
Okay, we told you it was short! But there is another one coming up right after we post this one. And we will put Sweet and Sour Sixteen16 up in a little while so that you can use it as a reference. We did have it up at one point…but took it back off because it didn't have any reviews. The next "writer's block" story we have is called A Collection of Heads. Don't ask why. Oh, yeah, and don't ask why Voldemort said "Ciao, Butt Buddy!" either, cuz' that's an inside joke, and, as it is with most of our inside jokes, you just had to be there.
Good night, everybody!