OH MAI GAWD I HAVE NOT BEEN UPDATING.
BUT FINALLY I AM, AFTER READIN THIS ONE OVER AND DECIDING TO CONTINUE.
HERE'S CHAPTER THREE, MISCALCULATIONS AND INVITATIONS.
After the fierce shriek rang through the house, everyone ran straight to the gigantic bathroom where it had originated. Unfortunately, once the boys opened the door, they were immediately pummeled by shampoo bottles and bars of soap. (Well, how were THEY supposed to know the girls were taking their monthly weight exam?) (AN: yeah, I couldn't think of anything else really so… yea.)
Michael was last to get to the bathroom and dodged most of the objects hurled at him.
Except for the floor tile. ()
Turns out, Emily was especially ticked off and not only pried one of the floor tiles off the bathroom floor, but also threw it hard enough to hit Michael straight in the face.
Ow.
Michael lay on the hallway floor motionless for two minutes after that, before Miguel asked him if he was alive.
"I am." He said. "But I think she broke my nose."
The guys peeled the tile off Michael's face and Ray brought the first aid kit.
A whole hour after the incident, everyone was gathered in the living room to hear what had happened to the girls that made one of them scream. It turns out that Mariah had lost a few pounds and jumped on the scale out of joy, therefore breaking it, but it went unnoticed to the girls, so when Emily stepped on it, she was shocked and horrified to see what the scale had said, therefore explaining the scream.
"And of course, you guys running into the bathroom didn't help at all." Mariam said.
"What were we supposed to do?" Lee asked. "We heard a scream and thought something was wrong or one of you was hurt."
"If we were hurt, the scream would've been MUCH louder." Ming-Ming said. "We girls can have very loud voices if we want or have a reason to."
"Take earlier for example." Michael muttered, his bandaged nose making him sound funny, even to himself.
"So what now?" Salima asked. "Are we in trouble or something?"
"Well for one thing," Ray said, "I have to go buy a new scale now. And two, I think you girls have something different and much more important to think about."
"What do you mean?" the girls asked in unison. "What's different and more important?"
"Oh nothing." Ray said, taking out an envelope. "Just a letter that came in the mail for you girls. From someone named Carla-."
In an instant the letter was out of his hands and the girls were out of the room.
"And now, to the store with me." Ray said, putting on his coat.
"Wait, was that envelope really from Carla Kyle?" Kenny asked.
"Yep." Ray said. "Came in the mail this morning. I chose to wait until after the show to tell them about it."
"Wonder what it's for." Max said, and, as if on cue, the girls' screams gave them their answer.
"WE'RE GOING TO BE ON THE CARLA KYLE SHOW!"
Later on, after a couple hours, Emily was able to get out of the girls' room and into the kitchen.
"So I see they're pretty excited." Ray said, cooking dinner.
"I can understand why." Emily said, taking a seat. "But they're WAY to happy."
"Well, it's not every day a group of girls get to appear on their favorite talk show." Ray said. "But I'm curious, what exactly did the letter say?"
"I have it right here." Emily said, pulling it out of her pocket. "It says on the bottom to present this letter in order to gain admittance so I kept it so the others didn't tear it to shreds."
Emily cleared her throat and read the letter aloud.
Dear Bey-Girls:
This is Carla Kyle of the Carla Kyle Show. I'm happy to present this invitation to you in hopes that you will be so kind as to come and appear on my show next week. The reason I'm asking you this is because I would like some feedback on my reports and such, and who better to ask then members of the bey-teams themselves? Each one of you will represent your own team. For example, Mariah would represent the White Tigers and Emily would represent the All-Starz and so on. Now, there's one thing I'd like to point out. Because the Blitzkrieg Boyz and the Majestics are all-boy teams, I would like to ask you if you would ask those teams to send a representative of their own choice. I also know that the BladeBreakers are an all-boy team as well, but Hilary can represent them instead. Be prepared to go all-out, and don't keep secrets!
See you next week, Carla Kyle.
Emily cleared her throat and set down the letter. She looked at the door and noticed that all the guys were crowding it, trying to hear what the letter said. *sweatdrop*
"Crap, we have to pick someone to go for our team." Tala said. "I nominate MYSELF!" (AN: of course you would Tala)
"And I'll go for my team." Oliver said. "There's no way a barbarian like Johnny and a pervert like Enrique would go! And Robert definitely wouldn't go, so that would leave me."
"When're we going?" Tala asked.
"It says next week." Emily said. "And Carla's show has a new episode every Tuesday, so I guess that's when we'll go. Every other day it's reruns."
"I wonder what we're going to talk about…" Oliver wondered.
"If you've seen the show, which I'm sure you haven't," Emily said, "she usually talks about the most recent beybattles and stuff. But this week's episode was especially unnerving."
"Oh yeah. I saw today's episode." Tala said. "Jeez, I never thought there were fan girls out there that paid so much attention to us."
"Don't get me started on today's episode." Emily glared, a dark aura surrounding her. "Let's forget about it and wait until next week."
"Okay!" Tala said, happy to drop the subject.
"Emily could you get the girls in here?" Ray asked. "It's time for dinner."
"Sure." Emily said, and got up and left. She too wondered what exactly was in store for them on the Carla Kyle show.
YES, I WONDER MYSELF.
not really.
REVIEW PLEASE, IT'D BE REALLY NICE IF YOU DID.
THEY MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL.