~HELLO! I have taken up the art of the squiggly ~ sign. And I love it! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~YAY! There will be an exceeding amount of The Hunger Games references in this chapter and others following. And those of you that don't get why I chose the Hunger Games either don't know what it is (GASP!), or don't know their authors. And, unfortunately, every time I save this document, it gets rid of the spaces I put in front of each paragraph, so you'll just have to go with it not in paragraph form. :(

~Boom.

DISCLAIMER: ~I just had a yard sale, so I'm not very sure what I own anymore.

Chapter 3
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The girl Trevor was looking at reminded him of those jellyfish he had seen at the zoo. Or was it the park? Well, either way, it was something that started with A. Her skin was pale like one of those vampires from Twilight, except without the sparkles. Her hair was silver.
"Why is your hair silver?" Trevor asked.
"Oh, we spray-paint it!" She said.
"Oh, you mean like the people from the Capitol?"
"What?"
"Nevermind."
And you could see her veins, which made Trevor really lucky he hadn't had lunch yet. High-Heels didn't care what the girl looked like, and probably didn't even acknowledge that she was there. She only wanted that donut.
"Do-nut!" She squealed as she reached for it. The girl didn't notice High-Heels as she stared at Trevor, trying to intimidate him. That is, not until High-Heels ran into her with her shoulder like a football lineback or whatever they're called. The girl fell over as High-Heels snatched the donut from her hand.
"Ha! Looks like my baby sister is stronger than you!"
"You know what? OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" she screamed, making Trevor realize that she was a form of sadistic, psychotic royalty.
"No, no, no, wait! Just kidding! Psych! HA HA! I'm a joker!" Trevor said frantically.
"Oh. O.K.! Called, what you are?" Inquired the girl, or at least Trevor thought she was inquiring.
"First, cut that Yoda thing out! It's driving me mad! Second, my name is Trevor, and this is High-Heels. We call her that because of this scientist my mom likes. What's your name?"
"I am queen Lucy," she said, comfirming that she was royaly.
Something clicked in Trevor's mind, and he slapped Lucy in the face, screaming, "GET OUT OF MY GRAMMY'S HEAD!" And then everything was back to normal. *Wink*
"Trevor, you and High-Heels need to take a bath," stated Lucy.
"Well, excuse me if I don't take personal hygene seriously!"
"No, I mean you smell like Super-Sugar Chocolate Cocoa Crunchers. And rats love sugar."
"Oh," said Trevor. He saw Lucy turn towards the beetles and start discussing a price with them.
"5 dollars for the fat, whiny one and 50 for the cute one?" said a beetle.
"Hey..." whined Trevor
Lucy considered it, and then said, "25 for her and it's a deal."
"Fine." And then the dung beetles trotted off, talking about a trip to DisneyWorld.
Suddenly, an old, pale, gray-haired man walked up to Trevor and High-Heels.
"OHMIGODOHMIGODOHMIGOD! ARE YOU DUMBLEDORE!" Trevor screamed in the man's face.
"No, I am not Dumbledore. But I know who you are."
"Well then, who am I, Mr. know-it-all?" Said Trevor, who I am really beginning to dislike.
"You must be Trevor the Overland, from New York City," The old man replied, and then turned to face your screen and reach towards you, effectively breaking the Forth Wall.