Trisher Nicole Married Who

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

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Disclaimer: God, I was trying to listen to my Gwen Steffani CD today, I had to go drop off a relish tray at a funeral, and some girls, most likely like 11 or 12 were skateboarding in the parking lot. And I had all the windows down, and the radio was just blaring. They pointed and laughed at me. Let me tell you, I was about to give them the bird. I would have talked to them, but they were staring, and I didn't know who the hell they were.

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Chapter 66

Another One Bites the Dust

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Trisher and I raced back to the library. I noticed it was clean. Trisher must have had a cleaning impulse are something, because it looked like I hadn't been in the library for days.

I ran over to my bag, which I hadn't been in several days. I started digging through it, looking for somthing totally sweet. Like, knock-your-socks-off sweet. In my mission, I of course sent the library back into it's normal state of messiness.

I finally settled on my white tank top and army green cargos. In my ears I had my silver studs.

"Which ones?" asked Trisher, holding up my white flip-flops, or my combat boots.

"Which ones are easier to run in?" she asked "I have a feeling your going to need to run."

I chose my flip-flops anyway. I rifled through more of my things until I came upon my favorite toe ring. The plain silver one with the little (fake) opal that's set in a square.

"If I could wear it with this outfit, I would so wear my cowboy hat." I told Trisher.

Trisher shrugged. She didn't really care.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, and applied lipgloss. "I'm ready." I said

Trisher looked at her watch. "9:30." she said. "We only have a half an hour left, before that stupid thing ends."

"This sucks! In Chesaning, our blasts are much longer."

"Your what?"

"You know, our blasts, our parties. Especially if you have them in the fall, and ya'll go out into the cornfield, and try to play tag. Now that's fun. So'long as no one gets lost."

"Have you ever had cops show?"

"The Fuzz? Yeah, but only at ones they were supposed to show at."

"Like when?"

"At two weddings, the cops showed, but they have to show if you have the reception at the K of C hall, or the Lion's Club, or VFW Hall. They have to check and make sure no one is like getting hurt because everyone else is shnockered. But I've only had one family freak out because cops showed.It was great, they were like 'The Po-Po are here!' And they all ran into a field."

"Oh." said Trisher. "What are you going to do to Eowyn?"

Paige shrugged. "Dunno yet, but it's going to be good."

Then Trisher realized something. This wasn't Paige either. This was Crunk. The aggressive control freak. The Crunk that screamed and swore, and tore her hair out when she lost. This was Paige's Evil twin, her Hyde, as opposed to her Dr. Jeykle. Trisher didn't feel pity that often, but she'd played v-ball and b-ball with Crunk. Crunk was not a nice person, and Trisher felt a stirring of pity for Eowyn. No one should have to face Crunk alone.

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I always kinda wondered why Boromir was forty and didn't even have a girlfriend. That's odd. You'd think he'd want to get married and have a kid so he would have an heir.
Oh well.
His fault.

- A Review from TrisherNicole from one of my other stories.

Should I do something about that Trisher? XD