H'OK-SO! I am FINALLY updating/making a new story! YAY!!! Cake for
everyone!
Except John because he is el stupido
(as you will see in this story *wink*).
Plus the fact that he doesn't like cake. . .oh well!
Before I begin this *crosses fingers* dare I say it-good story. . . There is something that I have to deal with!
THE DISCLAIMER:
*dun dun dun* (Cue scary music and lightening here!)
Ok-so here's the scope. Disney owns ALL of the hot guys, ALL of the cool songs, and ALL of the nifty dance moves! That doesn't seem fair now does it? Well that's life! I DO own myself, AND John, my brother, who has recently sold his soul to me in a desperate attempt to redeem himself from being a rude, icky, gross 13 year old boy! DIDN'T WORK! MUUHHHWWWWAAAAAAA!!!!
Anywho-I must warn you. I am extremely ADD and some parts of this story (including the before note-hee hee) were written WITHOUT MEDICATION and I am known for going off on random tangents *sail-boat, sail-boat* for no apparent reason.
It's just who I am!
Ah, well I guess you want to read the story dontcha? Yes, well, that's what they usually want. Oh, well-enough of my mindless rambling-ON WITH THE STORY!!
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Back in Time
Author-Brownie
Rating-umm. . .G Unless you count pimpin' as harsh language . . .
Summary-Newsie fanatic and her newsie hating brother are jolted back in time (hence the name).
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"C'mon," I said as I dragged my mom and brother through the streets of New York. " I wanna see it!"
"Kristin calm down!" My mother said.
"Yeah stupid," John, my 13 year old brother commented, "It's just a stupid bridge."
"It's not stupid!" I retaliated. A sharp intake of breath ceased our bickering as we turned the corner. There, right in front of us was the Brooklyn Bridge. It was even grander than I had imagined.
"Neva feah, Brooklyn is heah!" I said aloud. My brother just rolled his eyes, as he does whenever I mention anything that has to do with newsies whatsoever. (He just doesn't appreciate the good things in life!) Excusing his actions for that of insanity, I ignored my brother and ran ahead a little.
My crazy teen-age mind filled with thoughts of newsies, headlines, and amazing choreography. I pulled my brother along and started to dance with him. I'm sure you can guess that idea didn't sell so good with him...
"I understand your crazy, and I respect that, but leave me out of your sick games," he said.
"Grumpy Gus," I muttered.
He walked ahead of me and just to annoy him I grabbed his backpack and pulled him back to me. I said, "C'mon john, don't ya wanna be a newsie?"
"Get off me," he grumbled and pushed me away.
Now my brother is no puny little 7th grader, in fact he's almost bigger than me, the 9th grader. (Ok, so maybe he IS bigger than me . . .and stronger . . .but that's BESIDE THE POINT!) Now, using basic rules of physics, when my brother pushed me I, in effect, flew to the ground.
Unfortunately for my brother, my hands were still clenched tight to his backpack . . .so my brother and I both fell, he landing on top of me,
"OW!"
. . .and us both hitting our heads on the pavement. I blacked out.
Later, I didn't know whether it had been a minute or 20 when I woke up again. I was in a bed and my brother was lying in one next to me. Dancing newsboys pranced around my head. I shook my head to clear my view and looked around for my mom.
"Hm, that's odd," I said to myself. "John, where's m..." I stopped. For the first time I looked around and got a good glimpse of my surroundings. I wasn't in the hospital, or even our hotel room. I was in a room that was quite different...
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I know, I know-It's short! But never fear-because I already have 5 other FULL SIZE CHAPTERS written! Yes, you hear me correctly, WRITTEN ALREADY! I am very proud of myself! I've been workin' on this one and another new one for like-2 months and it's been REALLY hard not posting anything yet- but know I deem myself ready!
Spot: It's about time!
Shut up Spot!
Skittery: No really! He has a point! It took her like 2 months to write this thing-and I'M NOT EVEN IN IT!
Ahhhhh. Not yet my young Skittery. Your turn will come with time. Wait and see. . .
Spot: Great! Now she's gone all 'oh wise one' on us. She won't talk normal for days!
This is true. But with patience one shall receive what one desires.
Spot and Skittery: AHHHHHHHHH!!!
*they run to closet, gasp at the sparkly new cleaness of it, admire Brownie's handywork, remember that they're fearful of her, and slam the door*
HAHA!
Anywho-PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review- so I know my efforts weren't in vain! T'anks!
Carryin' da banner!
~Brownie
Except John because he is el stupido
(as you will see in this story *wink*).
Plus the fact that he doesn't like cake. . .oh well!
Before I begin this *crosses fingers* dare I say it-good story. . . There is something that I have to deal with!
THE DISCLAIMER:
*dun dun dun* (Cue scary music and lightening here!)
Ok-so here's the scope. Disney owns ALL of the hot guys, ALL of the cool songs, and ALL of the nifty dance moves! That doesn't seem fair now does it? Well that's life! I DO own myself, AND John, my brother, who has recently sold his soul to me in a desperate attempt to redeem himself from being a rude, icky, gross 13 year old boy! DIDN'T WORK! MUUHHHWWWWAAAAAAA!!!!
Anywho-I must warn you. I am extremely ADD and some parts of this story (including the before note-hee hee) were written WITHOUT MEDICATION and I am known for going off on random tangents *sail-boat, sail-boat* for no apparent reason.
It's just who I am!
Ah, well I guess you want to read the story dontcha? Yes, well, that's what they usually want. Oh, well-enough of my mindless rambling-ON WITH THE STORY!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Back in Time
Author-Brownie
Rating-umm. . .G Unless you count pimpin' as harsh language . . .
Summary-Newsie fanatic and her newsie hating brother are jolted back in time (hence the name).
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"C'mon," I said as I dragged my mom and brother through the streets of New York. " I wanna see it!"
"Kristin calm down!" My mother said.
"Yeah stupid," John, my 13 year old brother commented, "It's just a stupid bridge."
"It's not stupid!" I retaliated. A sharp intake of breath ceased our bickering as we turned the corner. There, right in front of us was the Brooklyn Bridge. It was even grander than I had imagined.
"Neva feah, Brooklyn is heah!" I said aloud. My brother just rolled his eyes, as he does whenever I mention anything that has to do with newsies whatsoever. (He just doesn't appreciate the good things in life!) Excusing his actions for that of insanity, I ignored my brother and ran ahead a little.
My crazy teen-age mind filled with thoughts of newsies, headlines, and amazing choreography. I pulled my brother along and started to dance with him. I'm sure you can guess that idea didn't sell so good with him...
"I understand your crazy, and I respect that, but leave me out of your sick games," he said.
"Grumpy Gus," I muttered.
He walked ahead of me and just to annoy him I grabbed his backpack and pulled him back to me. I said, "C'mon john, don't ya wanna be a newsie?"
"Get off me," he grumbled and pushed me away.
Now my brother is no puny little 7th grader, in fact he's almost bigger than me, the 9th grader. (Ok, so maybe he IS bigger than me . . .and stronger . . .but that's BESIDE THE POINT!) Now, using basic rules of physics, when my brother pushed me I, in effect, flew to the ground.
Unfortunately for my brother, my hands were still clenched tight to his backpack . . .so my brother and I both fell, he landing on top of me,
"OW!"
. . .and us both hitting our heads on the pavement. I blacked out.
Later, I didn't know whether it had been a minute or 20 when I woke up again. I was in a bed and my brother was lying in one next to me. Dancing newsboys pranced around my head. I shook my head to clear my view and looked around for my mom.
"Hm, that's odd," I said to myself. "John, where's m..." I stopped. For the first time I looked around and got a good glimpse of my surroundings. I wasn't in the hospital, or even our hotel room. I was in a room that was quite different...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know, I know-It's short! But never fear-because I already have 5 other FULL SIZE CHAPTERS written! Yes, you hear me correctly, WRITTEN ALREADY! I am very proud of myself! I've been workin' on this one and another new one for like-2 months and it's been REALLY hard not posting anything yet- but know I deem myself ready!
Spot: It's about time!
Shut up Spot!
Skittery: No really! He has a point! It took her like 2 months to write this thing-and I'M NOT EVEN IN IT!
Ahhhhh. Not yet my young Skittery. Your turn will come with time. Wait and see. . .
Spot: Great! Now she's gone all 'oh wise one' on us. She won't talk normal for days!
This is true. But with patience one shall receive what one desires.
Spot and Skittery: AHHHHHHHHH!!!
*they run to closet, gasp at the sparkly new cleaness of it, admire Brownie's handywork, remember that they're fearful of her, and slam the door*
HAHA!
Anywho-PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE review- so I know my efforts weren't in vain! T'anks!
Carryin' da banner!
~Brownie