Ugh,
it says chapter two when it's
really chapter seven. ...
Twitch.
Die. The word 'fuck' may be overused
in this chapter.
Chapter Eight
"JOHNNY GET SOME FUCKING WATER OR SOMETHING!"
"WATER? WHAT.. WHERE?"
Obviously, he was panicking. He didn't know where water was.
"THE SINK YOU DUMBASS!"
Of course I didn't mean that he was a dumbass, because I could never think of him that way, but there was a FIRE. Nevermind Darry getting mad over soup, if we burned down this house we'd be in deep shit. You see, since I knocked over his soup I went to make more. But as you can see, that didn't work out too well.
It's a good thing Johnny finally filled up a bucket of water and dumped it on the stove... waaaaait... OH SHIT!
"THE STOVE IS AN ELECTRIC APPLIANCE! WATER CONDUCTS ELECTRICITY!"
We both screamed bloody murder as the stove exploded before us. Nevermind Darry getting mad that we burned the whole house down, this comes pretty close to the whole house. It was then that we realized we had NO money to repair the stove and Darry was JUST getting by with the bills.
I grinned.
"Shit?"
He stared at me, his eyes wide. What? Hadn't he ever made a stove explode before? Er... I guess not. It's not everday that you get to burn down a stove. ... Not that I'd take the oppourtunity. Especially if there were angry guys that could kick basically anyones ass involved.
"Yeah. And shit is exactly what we're in."
"Er... you don't seem very happy."
"Sorry," he said coldly. "I don't find blowing up stoves very fun."
Of course it wasn't fun. And it was going to be even less fun when Darry got home. So now, we see me in panic mode. Small children and persons with heart problems may want to leave the room. Observe;
"HOW ARE WE GOING TO FIX THIS? I HAVE NO MONEY! GRRRRR IF YOU WOULD'VE JUST ATE YOUR DAMN SOUP WE WOULDN'T BE IN THIS SITUATION!"
Now we see me calming down a bit.
"The only soloution is to... MAKE SOME MONEY! And before Darry gets home."
Will we really be able to make enough money to repair the stove before Darry gets home? It's not imposs-
SLAM.
Uh, like I was saying. It's impossible.
I looked at Johnny again, and said my oh-so-famous... sentence?
"Uh, shit?"
And he answered with the oh-so-infamous;
"Shit is what we're in."
Here's what happened next; Darry walked into the kitchen. Darry screamed. Darry walked over to our cowering selves, already furious, and asked what the fuck happened. Wow. He hardly ever swears, which just means we're in even deeper shit than we thought. GREAT.
Aaaaaand we're sentenced to... get jobs shovling peoples driveways to pay for the stove.
The consiqunece? ... We're going to die of frostbite. HYPOTHERMIA, EVEN.
Here's the deal. I'll try to get
chapter nine finished
today because me and some friends are going
to
our schools 'community day' tomorrow. Uh, after
school. Good
news? WE GET FRIDAY OFF. Which means
more chapters. SORRY FOR THE
DELAY... my sister came
over and she's a real computer hog.
