I blame those crazily delicious girl scout cookies for any and all craziness expressed in this story
Ok… First of all, it took me forever to write this chapter! I'm such a sorry child! Mars! I been busy with practice and the Washington D.C. Trip and then all the school crap! It's been crazy! And the next update may take even longer, as my birthday and the play I'm in are coming up on May 21sr… Both on the same day! Isn't that crazy?
The following reviews were answered when I was EXTREMELY hyper! You have been warned!
LittleWriterGirl: Yes. Poor, poor Alicia. Its tough to be the only sane one of the group. Well, I can only assume that, really. I'm not the normal one in my little posse.
EponineWeasley: Oh, what crazy lives we lead! The ever-so-prompt and quick review was greatly appreciated! I cherish it! I don't know why, I just do.
Firehotchica: Mars! I feel terrible! I still have to go read your chapter! Bad, Freakishmuffin! Bad!
Quiddie15: Angelina and her ditziness is something I cherish greatly. Sure, for all I know Angelina may be as serious as a drill sergeant, but I'm not JK Rowling! (Actually, since Angelina was quidditch captain, she most likely wouldn't be ditzy… Hurray for plot holes!) Out curiosity… Did Roger have that frog!
Angel de la Luna: I'm glad you liked it. Yes, they are indeed insane. I can't help but agree with their feelings on frogs though. I would cherish a frog if I owned one. Unfortunately, a lot of what Alicia does this chapter is rant, but I hope you'll enjoy it anyway! All teachers are torture, unless you get one of those randomly insane ones. Last year I had one who convinced us that he could talk to animals and even went as far as trying to communicate to a bee that flew into our room. That guy was crazy cool.
Rutteroolz: I enjoy writing random stories. Fred's your favorite character? Huzzah! Perhaps you can help me! How exactly do you see Fred's personality as? I'm having trouble…
Searching4romeo: Hah! As usual, I'm loving your wonderful review. Huzzah for all the news that makes the world right! Angelina amuses me… YOU amuse me! Huzzah for animosity! Someday, I'm going to write a review response to you that's just as crazily long as your's are! That would be crazily cool! So your name is Angelina… And my name is Katie… Calling all fandom! We are missing an Alicia! Clean up in aisle 2! (My lord, I'm hyper) Believe me, the next Angelina chapter (WHICH IS ONLY 2 AWAY!) shall be as comical as I can make it!
Tidal Waves: Oh yes! Snape is a stupid, silly, crazy fellow! But not really. George is sillier but I can just pretend Snape is silly because he had silly green hair! The frog thing was sort of my own opinion. I enjoy froggies greatly!
FuNnY cIdE: Well, I didn't update quickly… But I updated! Woot! Hilaria! What a fun word! Like Cranium and Hoopla and Scattergories and all they other board games I have an insane urge to play at the moment! Poor, tired child. Such a contrast to my current crazy hyper mood!
Jagged Epiphany: So far, many people have ended up liking that line a lot too. I like it, I know that! Alicia is, indeed, a silly one for getting pulled into that one. Who could blame her? Chocolate is extremely delicious.
Greetings from lala land: Mars! Completely sorry about that! I have learned over one review that you are crazy hyper child who amuses me to no end. And that, my friend, is a good thing.
Angelface04: I try, I try. Huzzah! I mad you laugh! My goodness I am hyper right now. Really, as long as I'm making someone out there laugh, chuckle, or even smile, I'm happy. Especially when wondrous reviewers such as you are there to remind me to get my butt in gear and make the next chapter!
StarXcrossed: First of all: MARS! I feel like an absolute jerk! That last chapter I gave you a horrible reply and I feel absolutely terrible! Sorry! Second of all: I dedicate this chapter to you and the rest of the poor neglected reviewers who received crappy responses during these past chapters. Sorry! Sorry!
Third of all: When it comes to my story, I wasn't very creative with my prank, either. But what can you do? What's written is written.
DownerLithium: THREE! Three reviews! Hurrah! Shelly was very excitable. II wish my workbook used as many exclamation points as her. She'll be returning in chapter… uh, later. Caffeine is nifty! The other other white meat! And coke is much better than Pepsi. Ahem. I'm rambling.
Orliey: You stole the cookie jar! I bet you did! I bet a million and one dollars! Now here, for your enjoyment, is Katie's leg of the race. But its not a race. So it's more like Katie's leg of the turkey.
ShadowRess: And here's Katie, for you. And next is Fred! And next is Angelina! And next is Lee! And next is George! And next is Alicia! And Next is Katie again! Isn't this all so crazy! Aren't I rambling a lot? YES! And I belive you're the 50th reviewer! 10 points!
Gingerbed: And last but not least, the wonderful Gingerbed! I;m not going to use "you" and instead use "Gingerbed" because, as Lee put it, with such a wonderful name like Gingerbed, people can't help but say it constantly! I really can't wait till Lee's chapter, too. His was unbelievably fun to write!
Self-Improvement for the Slightly Cursed
The Misfortunes of Ms. Katie Bell
This book is property of:
Goodness Gracious! I just received this book from my mother yesterday, and I am still in absolute total shock! A self-improvement book? Seriously! Is it my fault that I have incredibly bad luck? NO! Not at all! Is it my fault I always trip, get hit in the face, and have excessive nose-bleeds? No! It's the fault of that damn, stinking curse!
Oh yeah. This book is property of Katie Bell. Sort of forgot about that up there…
Chapter One: The First Step.
In order to obtain the image desired of such, it is essential for such person to admit to the actions they have taken to befoul their image.
Uh… I'm not too sure what that said. I better go get my thesaurus.
Apparently, according to old Webster, here, you're telling me to admit that I screwed up. Well, I would if I had done anything wrong! As I mentioned before, I am cursed. It all started back in the shiny days of first year, when I was just a young, innocent child. Don't mind me while I take a bit of a flash back…
Ah! I remember it well! Alicia, Angelina, and I were roommates and friends and all that good stuff. Everything was going fine… Until that fateful day during Defense Against the Dark Arts! (Dun! Dun! Dun!)
Professor Quirrell, that shivering lump of quivering fear (Huzzah for adjectives!), somehow got up the courage for us to do something more interesting than just taking in "dark artifacts", which we later found out were just random objects he grabbed from his room when he didn't have courage or time to think up a good lesson plan.
"Th-this is the C-Cursed Teapot of Nimphanoodle!" He stuttered proudly while brandishing the beat-up object. It was perfectly normal looking, with red and yellow flowers painted daintily on it. Why a GUY teacher would on an object like that, I have no idea! Maybe he's just in touch feminine side. Or maybe he's a woman!
Most of the other students groaned when seeing such a plain, girly object, thinking it was just another fake. I, on the other hand, gasped. I could just tell by the precious paint job that the teapot was absolute EVIL.
"Can you believe this guy?" Alicia whispered to Angelina and I with annoyance. "Everyday he brings in something in and makes stuff up about it! How are we supposed to learn if-"
"I WANT TO HOLD IT FIRST!" Angelina cried frantically to the teacher, waving her arms up and down. Alicia looked as if she were about to hit something. That 'something' most likely being Angelina.
"N-Now, Ms. Johnson! T-Touching it may n-not be a wise idea! It is c-cursed, after all! I believe it would be bad luck!" His warnings had no effect on her.
"I WANNA HOLD IT, NOW!" Her voice boomed throughout the classroom. I gripped Alicia's arm with fear. Angelina was going to be cursed! I must save her!
I watched in horror as Quirrell's demonic teapot inched closer and closer to Angelina's outstretched hands.
"NOOOOO!" I shouted while flying in front of her and yanking thing out of her reach. Yeah, I'm awesome like that.
"Katie, can I have my teapot back?" I stared at Angelina. Crazy, stupid girl.
"You can't! If you touch it, you'll get cursed!" Alicia looked at me quizzically.
"You do know that you're holding it now, right?" Alicia pointed out. I yelped with realization. The teapot crashed to the floor and scattered into a million pieces, but I took no notice. The only thing I could do was stare at my hands in horror. I heard the words echoing through my brain: I AM CURSED!
"Grandma's teapot!" Quirrell screeched while gathering up shards porcelain. "C-Class dismissed!" He called as he frantically tried to piece it back together.
I hung my head while we shuffled out the door. The rest of my class ran and frolicked, happy to get out of class five-minutes earlier. How could they be so joyous when I'd just been doomed to eternal bad luck!
"Can you believe that load of bull?" Alicia rambled. "How does he expect us to be prepared for the real world if he goes around making stuff up? It's ridiculous! If I were Dumbledore, I would fire him on the spot!" She rambled on and on. Alicia tends to do that sometimes. Angelina and I learned that its easier to ignore her and hope to hell that she'd be too busy ranting to care.
"Do you think I should file a complaint?" Alicia asked us. I stared at her blankly for a moment, as did Angelina. "Umm… Guys? Did you hear me?"
"OH! Hi, Alicia!" Angelina exclaimed. She thought for a moment or so, trying to think of an answer to the question neither of us really heard. "I mean, uh, yes!"
Angelina accepted her answer and continued ranting. And ranting some more. And complaining, but mostly she ranted. I felt like punching her head into the wall as she worsened my already horrible headache.
"WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR A MOMENT!" I finally exploded.
"Geez! Someone woke up on the wrong side of the cauldron!" Alicia replied stuffily. I stared at her.
"Alicia… That had to be the STUPIDEST thing I ever heard you say. Don't speak anymore."
And so she didn't! But not really. I was just lying. Instead, she kicked me really hard in the shin and sent all of the books I was carrying crashing down to the floor.
"Gah!" I exclaimed. A bottle of ink spilled all over my supplies, soaking them until they were unreadable. "Look! I just ruined all my stuff! That curse must have been real!"
"Your cursed?" Angelina questioned.
"A-durr! Remember the teapot? Don't tell me you forgot! Oh, my god! Amnesia! I must cursed ALL of us!" At this point, Angelina gave me a mighty slapacross the face.
"Katie! You're as being as absurd as Quirrel! Now, stop! You. Are. Not. Cursed!" She elaborated each word while jabbing her finger into my chest.
"What are you talking about? Did you not see that teapot I touched?" I gaped at her in disbelief.
"Katie you're way too over-dramatic for your own good."
"I am not over-dramatic!" I wailed, flailed, and, uh, snailed. "And I am cursed!"
"Prove it."
And I proved it all right. Later that day, Alicia, Angelina, and I were pelted by dung bombs. It was our first encounter with the Devious Weasley Twins, and the King of Arrogance, Lee Jordan.
I told you I was cursed.
Chapter 6: Fred Weasley!