PolkadotConfederation wrote:
Since Mary transcribed the first chapter of that weird book onto this thread, maybe I'll transcribe the first chapter of Pendragon onto here.
Yes. I think I will.
Chelsey will probably kill me.
Chlesey would kill you
~Commander of the LG15 Defense Force
I'm Ziola's Little Brother. My big sister is getting married!!
Kassia wrote:Since Mary transcribed the first chapter of that weird book onto this thread, maybe I'll transcribe the first chapter of Pendragon onto here.
Yes. I think I will.
Chelsey will probably kill me.
I love Pendragon!
Raspberry Lemonade Slurpees!
Daniel, Ma Belle and all its inhabitants (past and present) own my heart.
Heck, I hope anybody's reading this because the only thing that's keeping me from going totally off my nut right now is getting this all down on paper so that someday, when it's all over, it'll help prove that I'm not a total whack job. You see, two things happened yesterday that changed my life forever.
The first was that I finally kissed Courtney Chetwynde. Yes, theCourtney Chetwynde of the bites-her-lower-lip-when-she's-thinking, stares-right-into-your-heart-with-her-deep-grey-eyes, looks-unbelievable-in-her-volleyball-uniform, and always-smells-like-roses fame. Yeah, I kissed her. It was a long time coming and it finally happened!
The second thing was that I was launched through a wormhole called a "flume" and got jacked across the universe to a medieval planet called Denduron that's in the middle of a violent civil war.
Kassia wrote:Since Mary transcribed the first chapter of that weird book onto this thread, maybe I'll transcribe the first chapter of Pendragon onto here.
Kassia wrote:Since Mary transcribed the first chapter of that weird book onto this thread, maybe I'll transcribe the first chapter of Pendragon onto here.
Yes. I think I will.
Chelsey will probably kill me.
I love Pendragon!
do you really?
Yeah! I haven't read the latest book yet, though.
Raspberry Lemonade Slurpees!
Daniel, Ma Belle and all its inhabitants (past and present) own my heart.
This wasn't your average "nice to see you" peck on the cheek. Oh no. This was a full-on, eyes closed, starting with tight lips but eventually morphing into a mutual open-mouth probe thing that lasted for a good thirty-second lifetime. And we were close, too. Like real close. I was holding her so tight I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Or maybe it was my heart. Or maybe our hearts were bouncing off each other. I have no idea. All I know is that it was pretty cool. I hope I get the chance to do it again, but right now it's not looking so good.
I guess it's kind of dumb to be fixating on the glorious Courtney Chetwynde when the real problem is that I'm afraid I'm going to die. Maybe that's why I can't get her out of my head. The memory of that kiss is the only thing that feels real to me right now. I'm afraid that if I lose that memory, I'm going to lose everything, and if that happens then....well, I don't know what will happen then because I don't understand anything that's been happening to me. Maybe by writing it all down, it'll start to make some sense.
She climbs a tree and scrapes her knee
Her dress has got a tear
She waltzes on her way to Mass
And whistles on the stair
And underneath her wimple
She has curlers in her hair
I even heard her singing in the abbey
She's always late for chapel
But her penitence is real
She's always late for everything
Except for every meal
I hate to have to say it
But I very firmly feel
Maria's not an asset to the abbey
I'd like to say a word in her behalf
Maria makes me laugh
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
How do you catch a cloud and pin it down?
How do you find a word that means Maria?
A flibbertijibbet! A will-o'-the wisp! A clown!
If I had only one last thing to say it would be...
Shiklamaertopisudioraclistiaactedrioumalateropulifosakalibonemasipourous!
This wasn't your average "nice to see you" peck on the cheek. Oh no. This was a full-on, eyes closed, starting with tight lips but eventually morphing into a mutual open-mouth probe thing that lasted for a good thirty-second lifetime. And we were close, too. Like real close. I was holding her so tight I could feel her heart beating against my chest. Or maybe it was my heart. Or maybe our hearts were bouncing off each other. I have no idea. All I know is that it was pretty cool. I hope I get the chance to do it again, but right now it's not looking so good.
I guess it's kind of dumb to be fixating on the glorious Courtney Chetwynde when the real problem is that I'm afraid I'm going to die. Maybe that's why I can't get her out of my head. The memory of that kiss is the only thing that feels real to me right now. I'm afraid that if I lose that memory, I'm going to lose everything, and if that happens then....well, I don't know what will happen then because I don't understand anything that's been happening to me. Maybe by writing it all down, it'll start to make some sense.
Chelsey will kill you
~Commander of the LG15 Defense Force
I'm Ziola's Little Brother. My big sister is getting married!!
Let me try to piece together the events that lead to my writing this. Up until yesterday I was living large. At least as large as any normal fourteen-year-old guy can live. School came pretty easy; I kicked ass in sports; my parents were way cool; I didn't hate my little sister, Shannon. I had excellent friends, with you sitting right on top of the list, Mark. I lived in this major house where I had my own space to play music of whatever. My dog, Marley, was the coolest golden retriever there ever was. How much more goin' on can you get?
PolkadotConfederation wrote:They're my favorite!!!!!!!!!!!!! I luff them sooooo much! I just finished the latest book a week ago. It was good!
It's been about a year since I've read any of them. Not sure why I stopped, I did enjoy them. Perhaps I will spend my summer rereading them all and then picking up the new one. I have them here...somewhere.
Raspberry Lemonade Slurpees!
Daniel, Ma Belle and all its inhabitants (past and present) own my heart.
~Commander of the LG15 Defense Force
