Thanks for the reviews. And we're back. I actually wrote that last chapter Wednesday, and I wrote this last night. So this is technically happening on Saturday.
Max II: If you can't tell from the lack of exclamation points, she's the one who's not enthusiastic this time.
Me: I shall wipe all exclamation points from the face of the earth.
Max II: Yes, exclamation points are evil.
Me: We shall just use the caps lock button if we want to sound enthusiastic or happy or loud. Exclamation points are works of the devil.
Max II: Her reason for having a sudden desire to rid the earth of exclamation points is thanks to Coach Gaul.
Me: THAT EVIL WOMAN AND HER APPARENT HATRED OF ODD NUMBERS. See, I didn't use an exclamation point.
Max II: Good for you. Coach Gaul is our coach for soccer and she's actually really cool and knows what she's doing. In fact, Dani's older sister Brittany went to school with Coach Gaul and they played travel ball for softball together and were really good friends. So, Coach Gaul is young, about 20-21, and is really athletic. And she's crazy about running.
Me: Too crazy about running if you ask me.
Max II: Well nobody asked you. She likes to make us run. A lot. Yesterday was our first practice after try-outs and she made us run 3 laps around the field (not bad), the mile on the track (we got 8:25, awesome), then after some foot-work we did sprints, then Liverpool, and after that the Indian run.
Me: For those of you who don't know what Liverpool is, it's were you put the goals in the corners instead of in the middle, and then you sprint from goal post to goal post diagonally down the field, then jog back. That's L. Sprint goal post to goal post and jog back. That's I. Sprint goal post to goal post then jog back. That's V.
Max II: Yeah, I think they get the point. The Indian run is where you run around the playground, soccer field, baseball field, softball field, and field hocky field. It's pure torture.
Me: Then before we do Liverpool Coach Gaul, who was in a grouchy mood (you don't want her in a grouchy mood) because she had just come substituting my brothers class (oh Seamus, why?), said, "You know what? I've decided I don't like odd numbers. We're gonna add a exclamation point to the end of it."
Max II: People are stupid. It's like a torturous game in SAW. You'd run, Coach Gaul'd ask you what letter you were on. Some people lost count and Coach Gaul would ask what letter you were on, and they'd say E when you were on R. And Coach Gaul would say, "Okay, your on E." When you already did E. It pissed me off.
Me: And some people walked. And slacked. While the rest of us, the people who were actually running like we were supposed to, yelled at them to hussle.
Max II: So she added another exclamation point on. But then it was odd numbers again. So she added another exclamation point. By that time I wanted to punch her.
Me: And this is the part where we get stupid.
Max II: No, this is the part where you get stupid.
Me: Okay, this is the part where I get stupid. Our legs were already killing us to the point where it hurt to sit down in the car when my mom picked us up, but then Randal texts me and asks if we were going roller skating that night. I say no, he says please go, I say no, he says he'll be bored if I don't, I say no, he says I owe him for something that happened two years ago that I'm not gonna get into, I say fine.
Max II: I bitch slapped her at this time.
Me: So we go roller skating for 4 hours. Have you ever been roller skating for the first time in 7 years? Your legs feel like iron weights.
Max II: And now we're stuck here, at home, not even getting up because it hurts to walk.
Me: I'm on my laptop while Max II is fantasizing about Iggy.
Max II: I AM NOT!
Me: BITCH. YOU JUST USED AN EXCLAMATION POINT. HOW DARE YOU.
Max II: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OWWWW. STOP SLAPPING ME.
Me: STOP USING EXCLAMATION POINTS.
Max II: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: I WILL DO CRUEL THINGS TO YOU.
Max II: TRY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Me: *takes out cardboard box that my sister's fouton came in* GET IN THE BOX.
Max II: Your going to put me in a cardboard box? Are you serious?
Me: *pounces on Max II*
Max II: AHHHH!!!!! Get off me! NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Give that back!
Me: Oh look, it's your picture of Iggy. NOW GET IN THE BOX BEFORE I RIP IT TO PIECES.
Max II: *mumbles while climbing in the box that is 5 times too small for her*
Me: *sits on top of box so Max II can't get out*
Max II: You know, no one else is gonna stop using exclamation points!
Me: Well, I'll put a poll up. Then we'll see.
Max II: Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Can you at least get me something to eat?
Me: No.
Max II: Why not? It's not like I can get out.
Me: Well, I'm sitting on the box. That might be the reason your escape is hindered.
Max II: You heffer!!!!!!!
Me: And on that note, I shall end this chapter.
Max II: LET ME OUT OF HERE!
Me: Bye and review.
Max II: And that is why I have grown a phobia of cardboard boxes.
Me: Remember to check out the poll on my profile. It actually worked out pretty well that Max II used so many exclamation points, because now my exclamation point or one key is stuck.
Max II: Yes, that was my intention. And if you review, she'll let me out of the box. So REVIEW.
Me: Maybe I'll let her out of the box. Maybe. Right now I really don't want to move from on top of the box because my legs are hurting from the tackling you.
Max II: Yeah, well, my legs are hurting from you tackling me and then from being in a teensy weensy box.
Me: Haha.
Max II: Can you at least give me my picture of Iggy?
Me: You won't be able to see it anyway.
Max II: Whatever. Bye and REVIEW.
Me: Yes. Review. Reviews are appreciated greatly.