Broadway Babe WA: AGH! ITS SO FRICKEN SHORT! I'm so sorry it took so long to update! SHIZ! Well I kept naggin' Cheating all two weeks but apparently she had a storm in the area =P That is so stupid. I hate weather… and today has been so hecticful! *cough* Long story, rather not bitch about it now… *cries in corner*

CheatingAtMonkeyBall: OMIGOD I AM SO SORRY! DUDE. I got back late because there was a huge storm, and when I got back my internet stopped working. I was so pissed off and thinking "FRICK I HAVE TO GET MY STORY DONE" seriously, I ranted to my parents. GOD! I am so sorry. Here's the update.


By age fourteen, Dorothy had become more of an outcast than the popular queen she was as a child. Her daydreaming distracted her constantly; for this reason her grades were slipping. Her Auntie Em had been left in the dark (Dorothy never remembered to take her report card home,) so there was no helping the teenager. One day her teacher snapped and told her to get her head out of the clouds or get out of her class. Which led her to this current predicament. Dorothy had furiously stormed out of the classroom (Toto had been waiting outside with nothing better to do) and decided to waste the rest of the day walking the land.

Toto decided it would be great to run off to nowhere, barking constantly, so Dorothy had to all but trudge after the little creature. When she finally found him (she was exhausted from all that running) he had already been yanking at the old Mrs. Gulch's leg. The cranky woman chased the teenager and dog off the property shouting merciless threats of putting that little dog down. Mrs. Gulch must have actually had enough by that point since she actually followed through with those threats, almost immediately.

Dorothy was now in an even worse mood than before. She had been bummed about being thrown out of class, but losing Toto was far worse. What any little girl that didn't get what she wanted would do, Dorothy ran away to that old Wizard's tent hoping for a getaway. Their conversation didn't go far, all he did was make her feel worse. She rushed home just as a tornado swept in through the dust.

Now, she's whirling in her bed, watching the world fly by, and hoping that somehow she lands safely (which was practically impossible.)


OZ! I am STILL so sorry this is FRICKEN TINY! THIS IS THE SMALLEST UPDATE I'VE EVER POSTED EVER IN THE HISTORY OF SMALL POSTS IN THE HISTORY OF EVER!

Glinda: Uh, that doesn't make sense…

Me: I know that! I just can't believe how short this is! OZ! IT WILL BE LONGER NEXT WEEK! PROMISE! *bangs head against wall* I'M SO FRICKEN ASHAMED!