Presto, Change-o, You Didn't Eat Your Mango
Chapter Eight
A/N: How nice…the wedding chapter. Hahaha…I'm not crazy and don't try to say that I am!
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Author: Arbella Scott
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Today was the much awaited day for Ashley and Michael--the day they were getting married.
Everyone was there, eager to see the two, though I'm convinced my sister only came for the wedding cake, but that's beside the point.
So now, it was time for our cousin, Rhonda, to sing.
As she began singing "You Raise Me Up," a shady figure appeared in the background.
The figure uttered a single command--one to be obeyed by all.
"STOP!"
Everyone stared as Alex Jacobs stepped out of the shadows, grabbed Rhonda's microphone, and pushed her off the stage.
Multiple people throughout the crowd began whispering. My mom could be heard above all the others.
"That's Peter Alexander Rockwell Jacobs from the Mole!"
Alex pulled his guitar out of practically nowhere and turned to the gathered crowd.
"What's he doing?" some asked.
"This one's for you, Ashley."
"Aww, how sweet! He's going to sing her a song!"
That was my mom, of course. Ashley and I both knew something was up. Michael also seemed eager to hear Alex sing…how foolish they all were.
So Alex began. He strummed a few notes on his guitar and sang seven words. Seven simple yet completely annoying words.
"Presto, change-o, you didn't eat your mango!"
He then took his exit from the stage, leaving everyone staring into space, utterly stunned and nearly everyone confused. That is, everyone except, me, Ashley, my mom, and my dad. In fact, he thought it was quite hilarious, this deathly scary thing he's started.
Once everyone regained their senses, all eyes turned to Ashley, who had fallen to the ground, rocking back and forth, crying, screaming, biting her lip, what would have possibly, probably actually, been a nice little scene for me to enjoy, if it hadn't been for the fact that I was completely freaked out too…
There was only one thing wrong with this scene…where in the world had my sister run off to? My search for her lead to the table with the cake setting on top of it.
And much to my surprise, there she was, stuffing her face with cake. She looked up and noticing me, spit the cake out onto the ground, still staring at me.
Even scarier than this was the fact that by looking at the cake, I noticed there was something wrong with the cake topper. Ashley had been replaced by a green pepper, and Michael by a guitar.
I immediately took off running, practically running into people while I was at it. That was one weird wedding…
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A/N: Well, I changed the ending up a bit. It's much funnier now…I think anyway. If not, oh well.
So now you're getting rid of me for a chapter. Wait, was that a yay I heard? It better not have been… Seriously.