Dear reviewers,
Sorry for the long wait. School just finished for me and I wanted to do so much for the summer: swim, sleepover, play with friends, etc...
This is the beggining of Part Two. Its about a mysterious chatter that no one knows about or who she/he is!!! For the first two chapters, however (this being the first of the two) it is not about that.
I know this isn't the right way to spell Hannah. But I've read books where its spelled Hana, Hanna, or Hannah. Its confusing.
Oh, and I made a promise to one guy that I'd change Manta's username. Any suggestions?
Sorrel Piedra
(Vicious Blonde has logged on. H-a-n-n-a-h has logged on)
Vicious Blonde: Hannah!!! What in heavens name is going on?!!!
H-a-n-n-a-h: What?
Vicious Blonde: Since when did you get a username? You're too young to be chatting.
H-a-n-n-a-h: I am?
Vicious Blonde: Of course you are!!! You're 6 years old!!!!
H-a-n-n-a-h: But—but (eyes watery) but I wanted to see you, Mommy!!!!
Vicious Blonde: (silent) you—did?
H-a-n-n-a-h: Yeah! And I also wanted to see Daddy and Uncle Manta and Uncle Ren and Auntie Tamao and—
Vicious Blonde: Okay, okay! But who got you a username anyway?
H-a-n-n-a-h: Grandpa Yohmei
Vicious Blonde: (murderous glare) Where is the old hag?
H-a-n-n-a-h: (shakes head violently) He made me promise not to tell!
Vicious Blonde: Son, out with it.
H-a-n-n-a-h: Why?
Vicious Blonde: Because he promised me not to get you involved with computers until you were at least 11!
H-a-n-n-a-h: (wondering) Ooooooh, so that's why he hid in the closet….
Vicious Blonde: Bingo!
H-a-n-n-a-h: (hand over mouth) Oh golly!! I broke my promise!!!! Wahhhaaa!!!
Vicious Blonde: (knowing that her son is crying) Fine (grumble) I won't kill him—this time.
H-a-n-n-a-h: You won't? Yay, Mommy!!!
Vicious Blonde: I'm going upstairs to cook.
H-a-n-n-a-h: What? (Whimpers) Mommy—your—your not gonna leave, are you?
Vicious Blonde: To go make dinner, yes.
H-a-n-n-a-h: Don't leave, Mommy.
Vicious Blonde: (absentmindedly thinking about chores) and then I have to sharpen the knives, oh, and then I have to go see a ghost, and then—
H-a-n-n-a-h: Go be a ghost???!!!!
Vicious Blonde: No, Hannah! Go see a ghost. (Thinks again) A miserable ghost that needs a shaman, then I have to go put that baby to sleep… Man, will I be happy when this is over… (Sigh) (Logs off)
H-a-n-n-a-h: Mommy?
(Silence)
H-a-n-n-a-h: Mommy...
(Even more silence)
H-a-n-n-a-h: MOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
(Starts crying as Shaman King logs on)
Shaman King: Son! What's wrong? Where's Anna?
H-a-n-n-a-h: She went—(sobs) up there!!!
Shaman King: W—w—what?
H-a-n-n-a-h: Mommy went up there to sharpen the knives and see a ghost!!!!
Shaman King: To be a ghost???!!!
H-a-n-n-a-h: She said he wanted it to be over, and the ghost she was to see was miserable! (Whimper)
Shaman King: (hears the 'see' to be a 'be', so what Hannah just said in his ears was: the ghost she was to be was miserable!) EXCUSE ME????!!!!!!
H-a-n-n-a-h: (nods head) and she went to sleep—the babies—
Shaman King: SHE WENT TO SLEEP???!!!!
H-a-n-n-a-h: (blinks) Yeah, the babies to sleep…
Shaman King: (ignores son) this is—horrible.
(Flames of Evil has logged on. I/play/with/Kwan Dao's has logged on)
Flames of Evil: What's up, Yoh?
Shaman King: ANNA'S DEAD!!!!
Flames of Evil & I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: WHAT?!!!!!?
Shaman King: Yeah, she wanted it to be over, and the knives, and she went to sleep…upstairs!!!!
Flames of Evil: OH…MY #$$&& (swears at the top of lungs)
I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: YOU'RE NOT TRYING TO FOOL US, ARE YOU???!!!
Shaman King: No! Hannah told me, right son?
H-a-n-n-a-h: Um, I don't know if she's dead….
Shaman King: See? The poor boy can barely take it!!
(Ainu pig's sister has logged on. Ainu pig has logged on. Crybaby Tam has logged on. Shorty-pants has logged on)
Shorty-pants: Hey guys, what's happening?
Flames of Evil: ANNA'S DEAD!!!!
All: WHAT???!!!
I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: Unfortunately, I think it's true. Hannah told us, didn't you, boy?
H-a-n-n-a-h: Uh…..
I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: See?
Ainu pig: Wahoo!!! No more dishes. We can party all night long!!!!
(Silence. More silence. Even more silence)
Ainu pig: Uh, guys?
Shorty-pants: Wow, now that she's really gone, it feels, strange…
Crybaby Tam: yeah, all those times we wished she'd just disappear…
Ainu pig's sister: (crying at the top of her lungs) I FEEL GUILTY NOW!!!!!!
Flames of Evil: I always thought she was hot… (Cries anime style)
Shaman King: What?
Flames of Evil: Nothing.
I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: Moron…
H-a-n-n-a-h: Uh, guys…
(Suddenly, Vicious Blonde has logged on)
All: (Stare)
Vicious Blonde: Has anyone seen that old geezer, Yohmei?
All: (Stare)
Vicious Blonde: Hello?
All: (Stare)
Vicious Blonde: What's going on here?
Ainu pig: ITS HER GHOST!!!!!!!!
Ainu pig's sister: Run for it!!!
Vicious Blonde: What on Earth—
Shaman King: Now, Anna. Remember me. I—I know you decided to go—(gulp)—to the big shaman empire in the sky, but in case you don't remember, we were married…
Vicious Blonde: Yoh, I don't—
Shaman King: You remember my name!!!!!
Vicious Blonde: Of course, Yoh. What, do you think I'm dead or something?
All: (silent)
Shaman King: (whispers) she doesn't know she's a ghost yet…
Vicious Blonde: What was that?
All: NOTHING!!!!!
Shaman King: Honey, it's hard for me to tell you this, but…
Crybaby Tam: No, Yoh, don't!!!
Shaman King: It's for her own good!
Vicious Blonde: What's for my own good?
Shorty-pants: No, stop!
Shaman King: I am sorry to say that you…
I/play/with/Kwan Dao's: Yoh, do you know what you're about to do?
Shaman King: …are…
Flames of Evil: Someone stop him!
Shaman King: …dead…
(Silence. More silence. Even more silence)
Vicious Blonde: WHAT???????????!!!!!!!!!!!!????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
All: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
(Suddenly, Hannah jumps in to save the day!)
H-a-n-n-a-h: Wait, Mommy!!! Its—its my fault! (Begins to cry) I told them what you told me but it was screwed up so they thought you were dead with the knives and the going to sleep and I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen to me, and—
Vicious Blonde: Everyone, get off the internet. NOW!!!! Except you Yoh, and you, Hannah.
(All obediently do as told and log off)
Vicious Blonde: Yoh, you're an idiot.
Shaman King: But, Hannah—
Vicious Blonde: Blame it on your son why don't 'cha?
Shaman King: No, but—
Vicious Blonde: In the yard. NOW!!! And give me a trillion push ups, 999 sit-ups and a whole hour on the 'Electric Chair'.
Shaman King: (gloom)
(Logs off to begin his training)
Vicious Blonde: Now, Hannah. Lets go make you some supper.
H-a-n-n-a-h: Yay, Mommy!
(Log off)