MasterChainChomp
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(1/4/03 7:52 pm)
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He's Fallin But He's Not Fallin Chapter Four
He's Fallin' but He's Not Fallin' Chapter Four
While everyone was finishing up with thier supper, I retreated up to my room to watch TV. Of course, there was nothing on except four one-hour specials of Father Knows Zilch, which I find extremely brianless, pointless, and stupid; Just my type of show. After three straight episodes, I got pretty sick of hearing about the pefect family. I picked up my DVD remote and poped in the Lord of The Rings Special Extended Edition disk with the special features and all that jazz. I sat on my bed and watched the Elijah Wood interview. I can't BELIEVE the resemblence between the two of us. I mean, he's got blue eyes, I've got blue eyes. He has brown hair, and so do I.
I watched the rest of the interview, then shut off the TV. If I wanted to make it out of the house in a week to go to England, I'd have to start packing now. Mom has this stupid policy for going on a trip. She says that you have to be finished packing a week in advance in order to get yourself ten feet away from the house. I walked over to my closet and threw open the door. Hmm...what could I pack for nine days in England?
Well, there was always the green shirt with the white sleeves. Then my favorite 15-pocket khaki cargo pants. Along with a few pairs of jeans and, of course, my favorite Star Fox Adventures" t-shirt. (of course, I packed some other stuff.)
Now, onto the carry-on. now, THAT was simple. I knew all too well what I needed. I grabbed my GBA, all my games, my Lord of the Rings boxed set, and my Ring of Power, which doesn't make you turn invisible, or fall into shadow. But if you throw it into a fire, real Elvish writing appears on it. I don't know how long I saved up my money to get that thing. Don't even ASK about the GameCube.
Well! All packed. I ran downstairs, just in time to catch a glance at the show Erika was watching on TV. Sheesh. Those stupid late-night soap operas.
"Hey, Erika," I asked, "Where are the folks?"
"In bed."
"And what time is it?"
"Shut up, Sky."
I rolled my eyes. Girls. Ah well. I strutted into the kitchen and glanced at the microwave clock. Only 10:00? Oh well. No one was around, it was Thursday night, and I was hungry. I flipped on the light and walked over to my cabinet, where all the junk is kept. (Erika won't touch a Dorito with a ten foot pole, my mom is a vegetarian, and my dad is diabetic.)
I glanced around the shelves. "Doritos! Salsa! Reeses! Skittles!" I rambled on too long, and began drooling on my shirt. I dried my face with my shirt sleeve, grabbed some random junk and ran out into the living room with it. I glanced at Erika, who was still hypnotized in front of the TV.
"But John! I told Jenny to meet us at the coffee shop! And where did she go? To the DOCK! What did she do at the dock? She jumped on a ship! What did she do on the ship? She jumped off the deck! What did she do when she jumped off the deck? She-"
"She died and was eaten by an over sized sea bass." I said, "What happened to the sea bass? Eaten by a cat. What happened to the cat? Choked on the sea bass. What happened after-"
"Shut UP Skyler! Now, either go to bed, or get AWAY from me with that sandwich."
I looked down at the Dorito, Skittle, whipped cream, pickle, sour-cream, mashmallow, chocolate frosting, rainbow sprinkles, a few dozen cheez doodles, mayonaise, and Starburst sandwich I was eating. "I guess I'll go to bed." I wolfed down the rest of the sandwich and went upstairs, while Erika sat on the couch and cried over the soap's climax.
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