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Ch. 5: Double Trouble
Deadly Creative grabbed her laptop from the table, grabbed Murtagh, and went straight to the schools office.
"Hello Miss Creative, what can we do for you today?" the office lady asked.
"I was wondering if I could take this new kid for a tour of the building," Deadly C. smiled, gesturing at Murtagh.
The office lady nodded.
D.C. signaled for Murtagh to follow her. She immediately took Murtagh out to the football field where she promptly sat down and opened the word document, where the words were writing themselves (or so it seemed)…
King Galbatorax was mighty and powerful. He had a wonderful son named Prince Eragon who was in love with the beautiful Elvin Princess, Arya. The Varden tried to fight against their mighty selves, but they were evil and corrupt, and could not beat the invisible three.
The only people left who opposed them were Deadly Creative and Murtagh Morzanson.
In distress, Deadly Creative madly hit the backspace button, but the words kept coming…
The three of them began to prepare to over take the world and make coins with Princess Arya's face on them, but Eragon's girlfriend was too busy at the mall picking between the right shades of blush.
"Some one lese has taken over writing the story," whispered Deadly Creative in horror. Murtagh put his hand on D.C.'s shoulder and sighed. The computer screen went black and the words, 'Preparing to Hibernate' appeared on the screen.
"Crap," moaned Deadly Creative as she rested her head in her hands.
Meanwhile, Galbatorax, Eragon, and Arya where laughing insanely, taking turns of who would write…
The plan did not come to them immediately, but then they saw the way to control the world: a key board, a mouse (not an animal but a machinery thing; hate from Galbatorax and may you be destroyed.), and a desk top computer.
"What in the world are you doing in my room!" screamed Aaron with a yellow bath towel around his waist and his curly brown hair dripping into his eyes.
"What are you doing!" yelled Galbatorax, tripling the volume of Aaron. "GO TO SCHOOL!"
"I'm in elementary school; school doesn't start until an hour later."
"Oh," whispered Galbatorax.
"Oh," whispered Eragon (he couldn't think of anything original).
"Oh," whispered Arya (of course she could not think of anything cool).
"Move, I want to write," Aaron pushed his way to the computer as D.C. and Murtagh began the long run home.
However, Galbatorax wasn't aware of the dwarves forces, or the elf forces, or the fact that Eragon and Arya were just spies in his castle, awaiting their chance to rejoin against the horrible wannabe king.
"You are such a goody touché," laughed Galbatorax, but Aaron continued to write…
At the castle, Galbatorax was strutting his kingly stuff. He waved wildly to random maids and servant boys who quickly turned around or forgot what they where planning on doing.
Aaron laughed evilly.
King Galbatorax walked toward the dungeon and went up to the guard. He put out his hand and the guard promptly dropped the keys into his hand. Galbatorax twirled the keys around his index finger as he whistled out of tune to a melody he made up and he smiled as he approached the cell he had been waiting forever for…
Aaron smiled as the three people behind him held their breath anxiously waiting to see the words he was going to type next.
Arya's and Eragon's.
Galbatorax let out a loud cry of joy and Arya and Eragon shook their heads in disbelief, but all three of them stared at the screen as they heard the sound of the boy's fingers click across his key board.
Galbatorax injected a long crooked key into the lock and turned it slowly until there was a soft click. The king slide into the room with a wide smile across his face…
"Pretty hot stuff right there," said Deadly Creative at the doorway. All four of them turned to see the 14-year-old girl as Murtagh came up behind her, panting ever so slightly. A smirk spread across her face so wide, that her little brother was afraid her face was going to pop right off, but that was actually more of a hope then a fear.
"Yes," said Eragon unsure. "You do look very nice today in your basketball shorts and a t-shirt. Hey wait, is that mine?"
"No stupid," Murtagh laughed. "She's mine, she told me that when a girl named Cassie was 'farting' with me."
"Farting?" Arya asked with disgust. "Like sick bodily functions that cause toxic fumes to rise from your backside?"
"What he meant was flirting," explained Deadly Creative.
"Oh," whined Aaron, his large smile turned into a frown. "You got me all excited for nothing." Being a 9-year-old boy, he found farts rather amusing (and I dedicate this to him. He finds this story funny, and was sad that I haven't involved him at all since the second chapter).
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