Kelis POV
Typical, isn't it? The day I bloody come back to England is the bloody day when everything happens. First there was dumping Jen's luggage, then there was escaping Dad, after that a police chase, then that sword fight with my dope of a cousin and now I'm locked in a car boot tied up and gagged. I bet the King chief man didn't see this coming! I knew I would have been safer back on that island but no he said it was dangerous, well I'm in bloody danger now aren't I! Ugh, shouting a rant in your mind can give you a headache and I'm sure it's not good for my sanity. Ah well, next time I see that stupid King I'm going to say 'I told you so'. Stupid man.
Hmm, I'm bored. I know, I'll play a game by self for amusement. I spy with my little eye something beginning with F, Fuck all! It's pitch black in here and you can't play I spy on your own because that's just sad. Oh no. I just played I spy on my own. That must mean I'm sad. Perfect. Hmm, I could spend this time thinking up ways to cure myself of this newly found sadness. Or I could count the amount of times Pomfrey speeds over a speed bump, he's such a bad driver. I hope he gets pulled up by the cops for speeding, then he'd be even more disgraced.
One bump, two bump, three bump, four, five bump, six bump, seven bump more! Damn, I've lost count and this is making me tired. What else could I do? I think I've found a solution to my boredom, let's sing a song.
Pomfrey is such a twat, I'm surprised he isn't fat.
His grey hair is a-flowing while his arse is a-blowing.
He is a disgrace, so is his old face.
His skin looks Tangoed, talkin' orange.
Um, why doesn't anything rhyme with orange? Which idiot decided to make up the word orange? How stupid can you be? Well I'm bored again, Mum best hurry up with the rescuing.
Annabelle POV
Andrea's just called Kelly and it by the looks of things it must be good news. As you may have guessed, Kelly's face twisted into a mischievous smirk. The old St Trinian smirk from back when I first met her, it's that same smirk she gave me when we first met in the hallway back at St T's.
"Taylor and Andrea are behind Pomfrey's car, they're going to follow him while we gather up some of our old friends," Her smirk widens,
"Posh Totties, Rude Girls, Chavs, Emos, grown up First Years, Flammables, Geeks and Indies I presume?" I ask her,
"Don't forget the Ecos and Roxy," She reminds me,
"Ah, I think Roxy is on tour again,"
"She's playing London tonight though,"
"No, that was yesterday. I went to see her," This is turning into abit of an argument now,
"You went to see her without me?" Kelly replies, her voice slightly raised
"You were working!"
"Girlies!" Auntie interrupts,
"Sorry," We mutter like first years. Ignoring Kelly, I pull out my phone and begin to round up every living St Trinian.
Kelis POV
Ten minutes later and I'm bored of making up words to rhyme with orange, ten minutes and ten seconds later I'm bored with the word orange. I've had enough of this, time to break out of these handcuffs me thinks. Maybe not, I can barely move in this boot. You would have thought a person as rich as Pomfrey would have bought a car with a bigger boot, I wonder how he can fit his food shopping in here. I may as well work on my Pomfrey song, my kill the boredom. Now where did I get to? Oh yes, that annoying word orange.
Pomfrey is such a twat, I'm surprised he isn't fat.
His grey hair is a-flowing while his arse is a-blowing.
He is a disgrace, just like his old face.
He calls himself a hero but we all know he's more of a zero.
Oh, Pomfrey you think we're thick but we're not all dumb chicks.
St Trinians, glory echoes in our steps,
St Trinians with all of tech,
While fight till the death
Just to rid the world of Pomfrey's, um.. Theft!
I think that's the next UK hit, I could make a demo of that and have Simon Cowell sign me to his record label. Oh, we've stopped moving. I bet he's finally been pulled over! A disgraced Sir with a speeding ticket, what an idiot. I hear the clicking of the boot lock, ha! Up yours Pomfrey the police are checking your boot! One nil. Nevermind, I take that back, the granddad Pomfrey opens the boot wearing that cocky smile of his. Then he steps aside to let that big bloke with the gun pick me up again, he actually smells nice. Not saying that I fancy him or anything, I just like the way he smells. Anyways back to the matter at hand.
The big bloke with the gun tosses me over his shoulder again and walks inside, it's very bumpy up here. I don't get put down until we're inside this building, I reckon it's the granddad's house. I get dumped, that's right dumped, down into this seat. I glare at the bloke, he doesn't seem bothered about it, he will be when I get these bloody handcuffs off!
"Welcome to my home little Fritton," Pomfrey drawls lazily, he acts like he kidnaps teenagers every day. It wouldn't surprise me if he did, pervert. "Peters, ungag her. I'd like to hear her remarks," The doorman from earlier steps forward, ah at least someone looks scared of me. Nervously, he removes the piece of cloth from my mouth, as he does that I knee him in his manhood again. I smirk while the granddad man rolls his eyes,
"Stupid man,"
"Listen here you stupid, uneducated girl," He snarls, I raise my eyebrow, "you will show some respect and have manners or you face the consequences,"
"Say it, don't spray it" I smirk, he roars in rage. Then he raises his hand and I brace myself for the impact. As his arm comes slamming down towards me I jump out the chair and trip him over using my leg. Then the other idiot men advance on me, sighing, I begin to kick them at random. Most of the men end up being kicked in the stomach while the shorter, unlucky ones get kicked in my favourite place to kick. "Stupid men." I smirk again, as I begin to skip away I hear Pomfrey come up behind me. He grabs me and shoves me back in the chair, this time he ties my feet to the chair legs.
I sit there for what feels like hours, I've got some muscular blokes guarding me. I've got no clue on how I'm going to get rid of them, I can't knock them out and they won't come over. That little light bulb above my head snaps on as an idea comes to mind,
"Oi geezers!" I yell, they look at me, "Wanna hear a song?" They sigh, I'll take that as a yes. I begin to sing my Pomfrey song, I don't think they like it because they gag me again. The sound of something vibrating fills this silent room and guess what, it's coming from my back pocket. I didn't think iPods could vibrate, I didn't even think my iPod worked after the charger broke. The blokes look at me, come on Kelis think!
"What's that?" They ask me,
"My vibrator." I answer, I say it before I even realise what I'm saying. They smirk, well I can't take back what I said. "Oh grow up, it's the same as when a bloke masturbates,"
"Well boys," The leader smirks, "I think we better leave Miss Fritton to enjoy her toy." They laugh before they leave, immature twats.
To me this chapter feels rushed and I'm not keen on it and it's not as laughy as I would have liked but ah well maybe you guys will like it. Before you say anything it's Kelis's iPod that's vibrating and yes I've got my immature head on.
I did the impossible yesterday, I updated Princess Kelly, shocking isn't it? Now it's your turn to do the impossible and review.