Disclaimer- I own the bloody plot!
A/N- I think I'm going to move this story to the Harry Potter section. It seems to get read a lot more... and there's a lot of it in the plot.
Chapter Six
"So...wanta Fanta?" said Kiki (the orange one).
"Oh, sure," sighed Jack, taking one. The rest of the nine took a Fanta out of the bucket Lola (the yellow one) was holding.
Sophia (the purple one), Capri (the red one), Lola, and Kiki all sat down in cushioned red armchairs and motioned for the nine to do the same. Since there were no more chairs, they sat on the floor.
Jack pulled out Saving Middle Earth for Dummies.
"Like, oh my gosh! I love that book!" said Lola.
"Like, me too!" said Sophia.
"Er...right. What are we supposed to do now, Jack?" asked William.
"Chapter two is called Asking for Help."
"Well what does it say?"
"It says to ask for help," he replied defiantly.
"What a surprise..." said Julia under her breath.
"Well is is for dummies," said Frodo.
"Point..."
"Let's, like, get to business," said Kiki in a mock-serious tone.
"Okay," said Julia.
"There are, like, two choices," said Capri.
"What are they?" asked Winston.
"Well, you can either drink the purple Fanta and forget about all of this," began Sophia.
"Or drink the red Fanta and see just how deep the rabbit hole really goes..." ended Capri.
"I hate rabbits!" said William.
"Do we have to go down a hole?" asked Pippin.
"It was, like, a metaphor," explained Lola.
"Ohhh," said the group.
"Winston," said Kiki, very seriously, "you are, like, The One."
"The One?" he asked.
"Can I be The Two?" asked Merry.
"No," said Lola. "Winston, have you ever made anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain?"
"Well there was that one time in Germany when my Great Aunt Mildred..."
"That was, like, rhetorical," said Capri, "And why do you think you bear that scar on your forehead?"
"I thought it was from a tricycle accident when I was three... the one that killed my parents."
"No. It was, like, given to you by You-Know-Who..."
"Who?" asked Winston.
"You know who..."
"No I don't...who?"
"I can't say his name..."
"Why not?"
"Because it's, like, really scary!"
"Well can you write it?"
"I can't spell it... I never graduated."
"Figures..."
"She means Voldemort," said Julia.
"Ohh, him," said Winston.
"Like, yeah," said Kiki. "Okay, so get this: There was, like, this, prophecy made right before your birth and you totally won't believe who heard it!"
"Who?"
"Like, me!"
"You or like you?" asked Winston.
"Shut up, shut up!" she said.
"I didn't say anything..." he said.
"Just forget it," said Julia, "they're hopeless."
"I, like, heard that."
"What did the prophecy say?"
"It went, like, like this:
"The one with the power to vanquish...er...Lord Thing will be born as the seventh month dies. His parents have, like, escaped from him, like...um... a few times. Then he'll give him a scar, marking him his, like, equal...well, almost. He'll have power that You-Know-Who doesn't know about and he'll come back and kick his ass later!"
"Capri made that prediction!" exclaimed Lola.
"Yeah, that makes two total," said Sophia.
"What was the first one?" asked Winston.
"She predicted the rain once," said Kiki.
"Well, actually, it was already raining. It's like I have ESPN or something..." said Capri.
"So that first prediction... what did it mean?"
"It described a boy with the power to kick The Dark Lord's ass!" said Lola.
"And the boy was me?" asked Winston.
"Well, it, like, could have been two boys..." said Capri.
"Who was the other?" asked Winston.
"Frodo Baggins."
"Him?!" asked Winston. "How old is he, five?"
"No!" piped up Frodo as he burst into song, "I am sixteen, going on seventeen. I know that I'm naive. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet, and willingly, I believe. I am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose. Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies, what do I know of those?"
"Yeah, he's gay," said Jack.
"So Frodo can kick his ass too?" asked Winston.
"No," said Capri, "He hasn't marked him as his slightly-less-than-equal like he, like, did to you."
"Oh... I have so many questions for you-" began Winston.
"I'm sure you do but we're fresh out of answers. Try again later!" And with a poof of purple, red, orange, and yellow smoke they vanished.
"How do they keep doing that?!" screamed Jack. Julia chucked another book at him called Apparating for Dummies. Jack was speechless.
"How are the rest of us going to fight You-Know-Who, then?" asked Austin.
"Well I, being The One, kicks Voldie's ass. You, being the International Man of Mystery, can kick Dr. Evils ass-"
"What does The Two do?" asked Merry.
"Eats popcorn," replied Winston.
"What if it eats us first?" said Pippin.
"The popcorn?" asked Merry, quite confused.
"I smell paranoia..." said Julia in a sing-song voice.
"No...that giant three-headed dog behind us!"
"Oh, shit," said Julia.
All nine let out an extremely staged simultaneous scream and ran.
A/N- Okay then. If you look for my story again it will all be the same, except it will be in the Harry Potter section instead of 1984. R/R!!!
À suivre... Lulu
A/N- I think I'm going to move this story to the Harry Potter section. It seems to get read a lot more... and there's a lot of it in the plot.
Chapter Six
"So...wanta Fanta?" said Kiki (the orange one).
"Oh, sure," sighed Jack, taking one. The rest of the nine took a Fanta out of the bucket Lola (the yellow one) was holding.
Sophia (the purple one), Capri (the red one), Lola, and Kiki all sat down in cushioned red armchairs and motioned for the nine to do the same. Since there were no more chairs, they sat on the floor.
Jack pulled out Saving Middle Earth for Dummies.
"Like, oh my gosh! I love that book!" said Lola.
"Like, me too!" said Sophia.
"Er...right. What are we supposed to do now, Jack?" asked William.
"Chapter two is called Asking for Help."
"Well what does it say?"
"It says to ask for help," he replied defiantly.
"What a surprise..." said Julia under her breath.
"Well is is for dummies," said Frodo.
"Point..."
"Let's, like, get to business," said Kiki in a mock-serious tone.
"Okay," said Julia.
"There are, like, two choices," said Capri.
"What are they?" asked Winston.
"Well, you can either drink the purple Fanta and forget about all of this," began Sophia.
"Or drink the red Fanta and see just how deep the rabbit hole really goes..." ended Capri.
"I hate rabbits!" said William.
"Do we have to go down a hole?" asked Pippin.
"It was, like, a metaphor," explained Lola.
"Ohhh," said the group.
"Winston," said Kiki, very seriously, "you are, like, The One."
"The One?" he asked.
"Can I be The Two?" asked Merry.
"No," said Lola. "Winston, have you ever made anything happen? Anything you couldn't explain?"
"Well there was that one time in Germany when my Great Aunt Mildred..."
"That was, like, rhetorical," said Capri, "And why do you think you bear that scar on your forehead?"
"I thought it was from a tricycle accident when I was three... the one that killed my parents."
"No. It was, like, given to you by You-Know-Who..."
"Who?" asked Winston.
"You know who..."
"No I don't...who?"
"I can't say his name..."
"Why not?"
"Because it's, like, really scary!"
"Well can you write it?"
"I can't spell it... I never graduated."
"Figures..."
"She means Voldemort," said Julia.
"Ohh, him," said Winston.
"Like, yeah," said Kiki. "Okay, so get this: There was, like, this, prophecy made right before your birth and you totally won't believe who heard it!"
"Who?"
"Like, me!"
"You or like you?" asked Winston.
"Shut up, shut up!" she said.
"I didn't say anything..." he said.
"Just forget it," said Julia, "they're hopeless."
"I, like, heard that."
"What did the prophecy say?"
"It went, like, like this:
"The one with the power to vanquish...er...Lord Thing will be born as the seventh month dies. His parents have, like, escaped from him, like...um... a few times. Then he'll give him a scar, marking him his, like, equal...well, almost. He'll have power that You-Know-Who doesn't know about and he'll come back and kick his ass later!"
"Capri made that prediction!" exclaimed Lola.
"Yeah, that makes two total," said Sophia.
"What was the first one?" asked Winston.
"She predicted the rain once," said Kiki.
"Well, actually, it was already raining. It's like I have ESPN or something..." said Capri.
"So that first prediction... what did it mean?"
"It described a boy with the power to kick The Dark Lord's ass!" said Lola.
"And the boy was me?" asked Winston.
"Well, it, like, could have been two boys..." said Capri.
"Who was the other?" asked Winston.
"Frodo Baggins."
"Him?!" asked Winston. "How old is he, five?"
"No!" piped up Frodo as he burst into song, "I am sixteen, going on seventeen. I know that I'm naive. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet, and willingly, I believe. I am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose. Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies, what do I know of those?"
"Yeah, he's gay," said Jack.
"So Frodo can kick his ass too?" asked Winston.
"No," said Capri, "He hasn't marked him as his slightly-less-than-equal like he, like, did to you."
"Oh... I have so many questions for you-" began Winston.
"I'm sure you do but we're fresh out of answers. Try again later!" And with a poof of purple, red, orange, and yellow smoke they vanished.
"How do they keep doing that?!" screamed Jack. Julia chucked another book at him called Apparating for Dummies. Jack was speechless.
"How are the rest of us going to fight You-Know-Who, then?" asked Austin.
"Well I, being The One, kicks Voldie's ass. You, being the International Man of Mystery, can kick Dr. Evils ass-"
"What does The Two do?" asked Merry.
"Eats popcorn," replied Winston.
"What if it eats us first?" said Pippin.
"The popcorn?" asked Merry, quite confused.
"I smell paranoia..." said Julia in a sing-song voice.
"No...that giant three-headed dog behind us!"
"Oh, shit," said Julia.
All nine let out an extremely staged simultaneous scream and ran.
A/N- Okay then. If you look for my story again it will all be the same, except it will be in the Harry Potter section instead of 1984. R/R!!!
À suivre... Lulu
