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 Posted: Sat Jan 13, 2007 11:29 pm
I made a wondeful tale (lol) about my favourite cousins and I. It is based on a sleep-over/dream. Jack Elven is actually Zac Efron, that foolish celebrity I had never heard of until then...
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The Spitting Image (Chapter One)
Emma
I sighed and switched my purse from my right shoulder to my left. I was standing in the middle of a long line in my favourite store, the Bookery. It's shelves were crammed full of literature. My hands were full of things, too. I held several volumes of manga (Japanese comic books), a Dun Dun DAHH! book of horror stories, a guide to spying on relatives, and more.
A girl with long blonde pigtails starting whining ahead of me in the line. Apparently, her recent choice of book was not was she wanted anymore. Her mother groaned and pulled her out of line to go select another.
Victory! I advanced a space in the line. Now only three people (none as heavily loaded as me with books) remained. I observed some of their choices: a book of how to use your yo-yo (What?), Flossing with Danny the Dino (Hmm...) and BANKRUPTCY Could You Be Next?
I think we should have more fun at the book stores.
Another lane opened. Yes! I was now only behind Mr. Yo-yo. He stepped forward to be serviced, and my heart thudded with anticipation. I thought the lane would never open, when out of nowhere, an employee stuck her head out farther down the counter.
She spoke words of pure heaven. "May I help the next in line?"
I raced forward and plopped my selection on the counter. "Do these books qualify for the fifty dollars and up sale?" I asked, hoping to save the promised ten dollars.
The clerk peered down at them thoughtfully. "Let' see... Nope, some of these are on sale. Why don't you grab a magazine?" She gestured towards a rack of 'Today's Teen Magazine' nearby.
I forced back a scowl. "Very well," I mumbled. I turned to go to the magazine department, when I heard a sigh from the customer waiting behind me. I'll be quick, I promised them silently.
The magazines were as foolish as usual. It seemed Jack Elven's face was plastered on them all. I finally found one where his image was smaller. It was QuizTime! volume 64, and considering my love of personailty quizzes, I snatched it up and hastened back to the counter. I handed it to the clerk, and finally made my purchase.
QuizTime! proved very useful, as I discovered on my way to my Granmother's van. Did you know that Jerry McHartnet was secretly dating Rebecca Crumpette, the supermodel? Or that the band HUG was feeling left out of the gossip magazines? I sure didn't. (nor do I care)
My good cousins, Erica and Kirsten, greeted me with cold glares. "Must you take so long?" the latter snapped. "We're freezing in here!"
I smiled. "Well, I got us some useful things for tonight. Better not make me hide them away."
It shut them up.
Erica frowned as Grandma started the vehicle. "Okay... snacks, hair-dye, facial masks, and movies. Are we missing something?" She peeked into a bag at her feet.
Kirsten shrugged. "Sounds like we're covered. But do tell us, Emma. What is it that you bought?"
I grinned eerily. "Now, that's a good question." And the rest of the car ride was made in silence.
Once inside my home, we set out on our plans. Our hair was dyed, out faces facialed, our snacks eaten and our movies watched. My father ushered us into bed and disappeared upstairs.
I pulled out my magazine, and the girls followed suit. Hey! Marcia Von Snootypants (our whatever) was proposed to by Some Fool with a Mustache.
Again.
Kirsten giggled. When asked what she was up to, she presented us with a life size poster of Jack Elven, where he looks more uno-browed than ever.
I snorted on my can of root beer. "We MUST put that up! Quick, on the back of the door!" I dug out some tape and Jack was erected. We stood back to admire our work.
"Hey, handsome!" Kirsten said flirtily. I cupped a hand over my mouth to muffle my laughter.
"You from 'round here?" Erica said with a dramatic flick of hair. I pretended to cough.
"HEY!" came a disgruntled shout from above, and we hopped back in bed.
"Is Mrs. Elven just your mother?" Kirsten muttered, and sleep leapt upon us
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Posted: Wed Jan 31, 2007 8:35 pm
The Spitting Image (Chapter Two)
Sir Elven
I pulled my head from my frame and looked at the sleep-over setting. Objects were strewn about the room, and three sleeping girls had randomly collapsed on a bed. I smirked, and peeled myself out of the 'poster', a.k.a. my portal.
I needed a wife, and fast. Turning to the red head, I looked her over. Not my type.
Ditto for the blonde.
The remaining girl, with the brown hair and glasses, was tall and had an... icey beauty to her. I picked her up and carried her towards the portal, when a thought crossed my mind.
All three could be used in the castle. Returning to the bed, I grabbed the others and proceeded into my homeland. The Photagrian Kingdom.
(Note: This chapter is still not complete)
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