RAWR! Scared ya, didn't I?
Zach: -shaking-
Abby: -shakes head- So much for a high and mighty spy...
Zach: -glares- I just wasn't expecting it. Gosh.
Abby: Anyways... Uh... yeah. Way to make me lose my train of thought, Zach. So, I don't have much to say and I'm being kinda spacy right now... So I guess just read.
Zach: -winks- She saw my face and immediately forgot everything.
Abby: Yeah, your wretchedly awful face.
Zach: -scowls- Just read.
# 12- Handcuff him to Nudge and Angel for 5 more hours
Chapter 13- I Should Have Risked Starvation.
IGGY
I could hear hushed whispers from the other side of the closet door, but I could tell that Max hadn't returned.
"Hello? Bird kid in a closet! Did you forget about me? HELLO!" I was now on the floor in quite a pathetic fashion; I was laying on my stomach with one arm outstretched in front of me and the other cushioning my head. I heard a small knock on the door.
"Max? Oh, Max, Max, Max, please be you!" I begged, getting onto my knees. I heard her laugh.
"Yes, Iggy, it's me. And our neighbor, Bell." I cut her off from saying anything else.
"Yeah, yeah, that's great. Hiya, Bell. WHAT IS MY DANG ULTIMATUM?" I shouted to her.
"Fine, fine. Okay, Iggy, if you must know."
Ten Minutes Later
I should have risked starvation.
"WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER ONCE WE KNOW THAT WE ARE, WE'RE ALL STARS AND WE SEE THAT!" Nudge and Angel were handcuffed to either side of me, shouting into the microphones that were plugged into the playstation.
"HIT IT, IGGY!" Nudge shouted to me. She held the microphone up to my mouth with the hand that wasn't attached to mine.
"We're all in this together and it shows when we stand hand in hand, make our dreams come true." I mumbled, moving their hands up when I had to sing 'hand in hand'. Once the song was over the two were jumping up and down, killing my arms. Angel laughed very loudly.
We went through all three karaoke CD's we have, singing songs ranging from High School Musical, Hairspray and Hannah Montana to Vanilla Ice and Sheryl Crow. I will never look at music the same.
"Jeez, Iggy! You're not a very enthusiastic singer!" She gasped, her eyes turning very wide. "I HAVE AN IDEA!" I looked straight ahead of me and sighed. Those are words you do not want to hear from Angel. Ever.
Would you like to know why? Well of COURSE you do! You love watching me SUFFER.
I was the first candidate for Angel and Nudge's beauty line- makeup and all.
They made me try on dresses and skirts and 'pretty, flowly blouses'. There were one shouldered tops and halter tops and tube tops. Then of course there were tube socks. And thigh high socks that you wore with boots that had to be worn with short, short skirts because God forbid you paired them with a long skirt or a nice pair of slacks. But no, they're never called slacks, either! They're PANTS because slacks sound too profess- WHAT THE HELL AM I TALKING ABOUT? I'm turning into Nudge...
So now, if you're wondering, which obviously, you are, here are the things I learned from this four hour fashion experience:
Apparently pink is not my color, red lipstick makes my teeth look disgustingly yellow, and if I wear cuffed boots with a denim mini skirt, my legs look fabulously long.
Oh, and hot wax REALLY hurts.
Ohhhh, poor Iggy. How I love to torture him! I just can't help it, you know! And the others will get their turns as well, don't you worry.
Zach: Thank God I'M not part of the Flock.
Zach: No thanks. I'll just stand over here and make myself a nice sammich...
Abby: Anyways... I hope you liked the chapter! I thought it was kinda funny... short, I know, but funny! Reviews make me really happy!
Love and Painful Experiences,
Abby