HAPPY TURKEY DAY, Y'ALL! I'M THANKFUL FOR FRIENDS, SPORTS, DANCE, THIS WEBSITE, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY...FOOOOOD!

Alright, we go.

(P.S. this was written on Thanksgiving, I've just forgotten to post it...awkward...story time)

The horse skidded to a stop. Jess swung her legs over. "I'm here!" she sang.

Her mother's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms. Jess's arms fell. "What?"

"You're late," her mother pointed out.

"Sorry, Mother. It's just-"

"No time now, Jessica. We need to get you ready for the matchmaker."

Soon, Jess was undressed and shoved into the bathtub. "I-I-It's freezing!"

"If you weren't late, it would have been warmer," her mother scolded.

Jess's hair was shampooed, scrubbed, dried, twirled, and pulled up in a traditional Chinese hairdo.

"With good greeting and a tiny waist," the dresser informed, tightening the waist. Jess groaned, her face turning red. "You'll bring honor to us all!" the woman finished her sentence.

Jess lifted her skirt and stepped off the pedestal.

"Run!" her mother shoved the umbrella into her hands and pushed her out the door. Her eyes widened at a group of girls, dressed and ready, walking in perfect unison towards the matchmaker's.

"Wait!" she yelled, sprinting to catch up. She slowed down and got behind the last on in line, adjusting her umbrella over her shoulder and lifting her chin up.

As they approached, the girls swung their umbrellas around and knelt down, covering their faces with them. Jess looked around and, obviously later than the rest, did the same.

The door slammed open, but Jess made sure not to look up.

"Fa Jessica!" the lady called. That's me! she thought.

"I'm here!" she raised her hand and stood up, yelling. The matchmaker frowned.

"Speaking out of turn," she muttered, jotting down notes before turning to walk back into the building. Jess's smile weakened when she saw her mother facepalm. She carefully followed the matchmaker inside.

She felt something tickle her leg. Jess looked down and gasped. The lucky cricket her grandmother gave her escaped! She reached down and captured it in her palms.

"Recite the Final Admonition," the matchmaker instructed, looking up from her clipboard. Jess nodded, pulling out her fan. Waving it gently in front of her mouth, she spit out the cricket, which went flying across the room.

"Fufill your duties calmly and..." Jess's eyes trailed down her arm, to the notes she had written. "RESPECTFULLY!" Whoops. That was loud. Jess cleared her throat. "Um, reflect before you ... snack. Act! This-shall-bring-you- honor-and-glory!" she finished quickly, sighing with relief.

The matchmaker grabbed her arm, covering her notes without realizing, and took the fan out of her hand. She inspected the fan for notes, remaining unsuccessful. With one last suspicious look at Jess, she looked down at her clipboard.

"Follow me," she muttered. She led Jess to a table and sat down, rubbing her chin. "Pour the tea."

Jess's eyes widened before glancing at her arm. The notes were smudged and sure enough, the ink had gotten on the matchmaker's hands. And now, on her chin, like a beard. Jess looked down and realized that she was completely missing the cup! She quickly adjusted her trajectory and continued pouring.

The matchmaker snatched the cup away, and a small gasp escaped Jess's lips. The cricket was lounging in cup like a hot tub.

"I'll just...take that back," Jess whispered, reaching for the cup. The matchmaker swatted her hand away.

"NO TALKING!" She took a sip and kind of giggled as the antennae tickled her lip.

"Please, ma'am," Jess whispered again, reaching for the cup. It spilled down matchmaker, the cricket wiggling into her clothes. A funny look grew across the matchmaker's face, and Jess's heart dropped.

"OOOH, Flounder, look at this!" Amanda lifted the fork. "So shiny! I bet Scuttle will know what this is, too!"

She slid herself on top of the desk and continued admiring the fork. She rubbed on some of the rust.

"Amanda..." Flounder's eyes never tore away from the wall.

Amanda rolled her eyes. "What, Flounder?"

A shark suddenly burst through the wall, and Flounder screamed; "AMANDA!" His voice cracked, he was yelling so loud!

Amanda's eyes widened and grabbed Flouder's fin, winding her way through the ship, trying to find the porthole. She screamed as the shark tried to take a bite out of her. She saw her bag hanging from one of his many teeth.

"My BAG!" she yelled, reaching out to grab it.

"No time!" Flouder yelled, pulling her to the porthole. They exited the ship and quickly started swimming away, the shark busting through and chasing after them.

"Split up!" Amanda ordered, turning left. Flounder swam right.

The sharks head rammed right into the anchor, the bag flinging itself off it's tooth. "Serves you right, you big bully!" Flounder stuck his tongue out.

Amanda, with a quick flick of her tail, caught her bag and sighed with relief.

"Let's just...go find Scuttle."

And that was chapter...something. Kay, happy New Year's eve, y'all. Still looking for readers for my Rise of the Guardians fanfic...just sayin'...

Kay, Happy New Years Eve, eat lots of food (I like food!), and...enjoy life.

See ya.