Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: I love Volleyball! Though, I wanna kill Mr. V, I hate him! I says I'm

(Bear with me), inelidgable. I can't play becuase of ONE grade.

F'n Math!

Chapter 42

Girly-Men!

"Boromir!" I yelled.

I was not a happy camper. I don't even like camping, so I wasnt happy to begin with.

"Boromir!" I yelled again

"What?" he asked

"This!" I said, waving the papers around. "This!" I was not able to talk in intelligble sentances, except, unlike when Trisher is frustrated, I can at least say realy words.

"What about it?"

"What about it?" I repeated "You made me steal this! I could have told you this."

"What is it?" Trisher peered over my shoulder. I handed her the papers, her eyes skimmed them, then she burst out laughing.

"I can't believe this!" she said "Can not believe this!"

She looked at Boromir, then the papers, then laughed again.

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't find it funny." I said flatly. "I think it's stupid." I threw the papers at Boromir, very meanly.

"Be nice." said Trisher

I looked at her. "Be nice?" I said "I just stole something- from a king, mind you - and could've gotten caught!"

"I had faith in you." said Trisher.

I smacked her "You just had faith in me! Miss Hoot-Hoot!" I was a bit angry.

Trisher smacked me back, and stuck her tongue out.

So I stomped on her foot, her right foot mind you.

"IDIOT!" yelled Trisher, who in turn kicked my shin.

"Quit it." said Boromir, who seperated us.

Trisher and I were still, ahem, growling at each other.

Boromir rolled his eyes "If we could return to civilization?" he said

"Fine." Trisher and I decided a draw was okay.

"Now," I said "About those papers!"

I was highly upset. Not about what the papers said, well, that too.

Oh yes, I forget, you can't see this stuff!

The transcripts, becuase that's what they are, transcripts.

Am I confusing you? I'm confusing me.

Okay, now, what you really want to know:

The papers were copies from the blue notebook.

Hang on, it's The Blue Notebook

It deserves italics, I highly enjoy speaking in italics.

"I still can't believe you!" I said to Boromir " I know all that, shi, crap, by heart. I mean really, I practicly have said or gave her the idea for everything in that notebook in the first place!"

Trisher still thought it was hilarious.

I stormed out.

"Stupid Boromir." I said kicking a rock, which only succeded in making my big toe hurt.

I noticed out on a field, a bunch of soldiers were uh, I dunno, training I guess.

I sat down nearby to watch them.

"You're a bunch of sissies!" I yelled "Sissies!" I yelled again, to emphasize my point.

In an after thought, I yelled out "Girly Men!"

"Why are you insulting my soldiers?" demanded a voice behind me.

"Well," I said turning around, "For one, none of those so called men, could NEVER run like Coach made us."

It was Boromir standing behind me.

"Really? Who is this Coach person."

"Coach is Coach. He will always be and always has been. He is. He is Coach."

Boromir looked at me. "Whatever you just said, I do not understand. But I will make a wager with you."

"I'm listening. Though, I refuse to bet a dollar, last time I did that with Fish, and I lost, and used the dollar for a bookmark, and I had to look at it ALL day."

"You run my soldiers through your, ah, regime. See if they can do it, for I have faith in them."

I smiled wickedly "They'll need all the faith they have. What are we betting?"

"You pick."

"Fine, you win, you get all acess to The Blue Notebook. I win, well, I get bragging rights. Deal?"

"Deal." We shook on it.

"SOLDIERS!"

The soldiers lined up in front of us.

"Meet your new trainer." he siad

I waved "Howdy!"

Review from Trisher Nicole...

You looked that hard for your volleyball kneepads? You are nuts my friend, really and truly nuts. Now, I ought to be doing my Math, but SOMEBODY had to go and be a bad influence! You ought to be proud... USE YOUR NOODLE! CARBS HELP YOU THINK! WO! GO CARBS!

Take a wild guess who the bad influence is.

(raises hand and looks around for others to raise hands)

Wow, it's really wierd to think of Trisher as Trisha Nicole.

Wierd!

By the way, Ms. Trisher, you are not in ADVANCED English. Retard. You are in normal english. Retard.

The only reason my class is, was, in remidial English was cuz we had Mr. Wally-World, and you had Mr.Newport.

Luck Son of Phwchs.