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…Something… Flashbacks
"…" Speech
… Actions
Italics Thoughts and accented words
# … # Songs and POV's
(…) My notes
… Time and scene changes
Role-play:
MBA: I'm bored.
Kero: Well, you should be! Humph!
Sakura: Hey! That's not very nice!
Syaoran: Well, what do you expect from a little stuffed animal?
Kero: HEY! WHO ARE YOU CALLING A STUFFED ANIMAL?
Syaoran: Umm...who else is there? Looks around frantically
Kero: WHY YOU LITTLE BA –
Sakura: Kero!
Kero: Gomen, Gomen.
Syaoran: You should be!
Kero: HEY!
Touya: Ohayo! What are people doing now? Kero hides
Syaoran: Nothing, what's it to you? Glares
Touya: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU CHINESE GAKI?
Syaoran: I can be here if I want to. It's not against the law.
Touya: YOU'D BETTER STAY AWAY FROM SAKURA!
Sakura: Touya!
Touya: You stay out of this, kaijuu. It's between the Chinese gaki and me!
Sakura: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A KAIJUU? Stomps on his foot
Touya: AAAHHHHHHHHH!
Syaoran: Yay! Go Sakura!
Sakura: Thanks. Blushes
Tomoyo: KAWAII! I'll call this tape the –
MBA: OKAY PEOPLES! I GET THE POINT NOW, SO JUST SHUT UP!
All: Silence
MBA: Thank you. On with the story.
Flashback from the last chapter"THE JUDGES HAVE MADE THEIR FINAL DECISION!" shouted the host. Sakura and the rest of the girls of their gang had linked arms and looked very nervous.
"Good luck," whispered Sakura to Chiharu, Rika and Naoko.
"You too," they whispered back.
"BEFORE I ANNOUCE THE WINNERS, I WOULD LIKE ALL THOSE PEOPLE WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT TO COME TO THE BACK OF THE HALL AFTERWARDS TO CLAIM THEIR PRIZES FOR MAKING IT INTO THE SEMI-FINALS! NOW FOR THE WINNERS...AHEM...drum roll please," he whispered urgently to the audience. Everyone did a drum roll with his or her hands and feet.
"Thank you, that's much better! NOW FOR THE WINNERS...PLEASE GIVE IT UP FOR..."
Chapter 17
"AND THE WINNERS ARE...hey does anyone have a glass of water? All this shouting... it's making me a little thirsty!" Everyone fell off their seat, anime-style, including the semi-finalists who fell off stage, but they all stood up once more. Eriol thrust him a glass of water, which he conjured up with magic without other people seeing.
"Ah," said the host. "Thank you. Now, that was refreshing! Why are you all staring expectantly at me? I know I'm charming, but that doesn't give you a reason to stare at me!" Everyone fell over once more.
"WHO ARE THE WINNERS?" shouted a random person from the audience.
"YEAH!" agreed another. "HURRY UP ALREADY!"
"Winners? What winners? There were winners? For what exactly, may I ask?" Everyone fell over a third time.
"THE HIP, HOP AND TWIRL YOU MORON!" shouted the crowd.
"The hip, hop and what? Is that some kind of aerobic routine or something? Maybe some sort of night club that all you teenagers like to go to?" One of the teachers walked up onto stage and grabbed him by the arm.
"Off to the mental institute you go!" said the teacher.
"The mental institute? Is that a place where young lads go to get smarter? I can't go there! I'm already too smart for them! I absolutely refuse!" cried the host, completely losing turning into insane mode. The teacher continued to drag him along.
"WHY ARE ALL YOU CHILDREN STARING AT ME? WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO TO THE MCDONALD PLAYGROUND AND PLAY HAPPILY LIKE LITTLE KIDS SHOULD? JUST BECAUSE I GOT CHOSEN TO GO TO THE MENTAL INSTITUTE AND YOU DIDN'T, IT DOESN'T GIVE YOU A RIGHT TO STARE AT ME! IT'S ACTUALLY QUITE RUDE, YOU KNOW! KIDS THESE DAYS..." the host cried. The teacher dragged him outside, shaking his head and muttering about idiocy these days. Everyone sweat dropped. Another teacher walked onto stage.
"I'm sure you are all wanting to find out the winners. Please give a round of applause for – " The now-insane host was back again.
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME AWAY, NEVER! ONE DAY I'LL TAKE OVER THE WORLD AND DESTROY THE UNIVERSE!" He laughed insanely. "ALL YOU PATHETIC MORTALS, BEWARE, FOR I AM THE ONE AND ONLY LORD VOLDEMORT! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FEEL MY WRATH! CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIO!" (For all those people who don't know, it's the spell for the torturing curse in Harry Potter! I'm feeling a little hyper myself and it's making me write all this useless stuff!) He picked up a stick from the ground.
"AVADAKADAVRA! KILL, I SAY, KILL! WHY WON'T YOU KILL YOU IDIOTIC THING? KILL! BLOOD! TORTURE! KILL THEM ALL!" The host started to strangle the stick. All the teachers, except the one on stage, were trying to get him to calm down. The crazy host all of a sudden stopped shouting useless spells from Harry Potter and started sucking on his thumb. Everyone was disgusted. He stood up and started singing in a baby voice.
"I'm a goofy goober, yeah! You're a goofy goober, yeah...(From the Sponge Bob Square Pants movie!)"
"SHUT UP!" roared one of the teachers, who were fed up. The host's bottom lip trembled and his eyes watered and he started crying and screaming at the top of his lungs. He let out a deafening shriek and everyone covered their ears. A boy from the audience chucked the crazy host a half eaten lollypop. The host giggled delightedly and started sucking on the lollypop, with a loud 'Eww!' from everyone else. The host looked up at everyone, his eyes looking incredibly innocent.
"Umm," started a teacher awkwardly. "Will you go outside now?" The host just blinked innocently up at them, still sucking on the lollypop.
"Go. Outside," said a teacher very slowly, motioning towards the door. The host paid no attention to him and started twirling the lollypop with his hand and licking it, saliva flying everywhere. An especially large amount of spit flew and hit one of the teachers in the face. The teacher, who was hit, boiled with anger.
"OUT!" he screamed. "OUT! OUT! OUT!" Everyone winced at the sharpness of his voice. He wrenched the lollypop out of the host's mouth and chucked it as hard as he could out the door. The host's bottom lip trembled once more. Everyone covered their ears and waited for the appalling shriek to come, but it never came. Instead the host started laughing.
"What is wrong with you?" asked a teacher.
"You all look so incredibly silly!" the host exclaimed. He seemed to have become his normal self again. "Please. Tell me, why are you all covering your ears with a look of dread on your faces?" The principal couldn't take it anymore.
"WHY?" he roared at him. "WHY? ALL THAT TIME AFTER EVERYONE HAS FINISHED SINGING – "
"Singing?" asked the host, confused. "May I ask why they were singing again? I seem to have forgotten." The principal sighed.
"The hip, hop and twirl," he said.
"The hip, hop and twirl?" asked the host again. "What's that?"
"THE DAMN SINGING COMPETITION, YOU MAD OLD MAN!"
"I think you have mistaken, my dear friends, I'm not as old as you think actually. I'm only in my early twenties and I don't think that is a very old age, don't you agree? But you are right in saying I am a man. Well done for pointing that out." The principal's eyes bulged and he started tearing at his hair and his temperature went up straight away.
"Is he sure he is a man?" nudged a boy to his mate. "You never know, he might not be." The two of them snickered. The principal was lead away to the nurse's office by another teacher. Another two teachers lead the crazy host outside and immediately called for a mental institute. The teacher who was still up on stage began talking again.
"Ahem. I'm sure you're all eager to find out who the winner, as there are no longer any more distractions around to well, distract you. I will now choose one lucky student to come up onto stage and read out the four groups that have won. The name's of the groups are on this piece of paper." He held up a little piece of paper that was folded in half. "Raise your hand if you would like to come up here and be the first to know who wins the semi-finals and let everyone else know." Everyone in the audience immediately raised their hands. Most people were waving their hands madly in the air, others were screaming for him to choose them.
"Why don't you come up here?" he pointed to the blonde in the second row, who was raising her hand normally. Katrina smirked and walked up onto stage.
'I can't wait to see Kinomoto go out! And I get to announce it to everyone else too!' thought Katrina, smugly. The teacher held the microphone to Katrina's mouth. Katrina slowly opened the little folded up piece of paper. She read the first line and screamed. Everyone's hands shot towards their ears. It was worse than hearing the host shrieking. With the microphone still at her mouth, her scream was magnified up to fifty times louder than normal. Katrina started screaming at the teachers.
"HOW CAN YOU CHOOSE THAT BITCH TO WIN? THE OTHER GROUP WAS BY FAR BETTER THAN THAT SLUT! HOW COULD YOU? I HATE YOU, ALL OF YOU! YOU'RE ALL BLOODY – " A teacher had covered her mouth to stop her from shouting anymore.
"One month of detention!" declared the teacher. "And we will be notifying your parents at your unacceptable behaviour and sudden outburst!" Sakura, Meiling and Tomoyo exchanged looks of glee and held in their laughter.
"But – "
"No buts, young lady!" said the teacher, firmly. Katrina bowed her head, but soon it shot back up again.
"It wasn't my fault! I swear! It was all Kinomoto's f – "
"Enough!" the teacher cried. "If you're looking for suspension, please, continue." Katrina kept silent.
"Very well," said the teacher, and she began to turn away when...
"But Miss Tanaka, I – "
"Principal's office."
"But – "
"NOW!" Katrina lowered her head and walked away, too embarrassed to look at anyone in the eye.
"Now. We need another student who would like to volunteer to read out the winners," continued Miss Tanaka. Hands shot up into the air almost immediately. Miss Tanaka glanced around the hall. "Hmm...Whom should I pick?" she said quietly to herself.
"Let me see. You there!" she cried. "The girl in the fourth row!"
"Who me?" cried one of them and not waiting for an answer, ran up onto stage. "Give me the piece of paper!" she demanded.
"But – " started Miss Tanaka. "I didn't choose you!"
"You – you d – didn't ch – choose me?" spluttered the girl, looking horrified. "Bu – but."
"Of course she didn't!" said another girl. She had pale gray eyes and black-layered hair. "She chose me, didn't you Miss Tanaka?" she said, flashing her a convincing smile.
"Well," said Miss Tanaka, looking flustered. "Not exactly. I chose –"
"What are you talking about, Miss Tanaka? Maybe the heat is getting to your head," suggested the gray-eyed girl.
"SHUT UP ALL OF YOU AND GET BACK INTO YOUR SEATS!" roared Miss Tanaka. The two girls looked affronted, but returned to their seats. "Since everyone is so uncooperative today, I shall announce the winners myself." Everyone cheered loudly.
"And the winners are – "
TBC
Well, that's it for chapter seventeen! Thanks for all those people who reviewed! And it's my birthday today! Happy birthday to me! I'm thirteen now! Yay! My cousin's helped me to write these stories so she should be mentioned as well! Anyways, see ya later!
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