The Pod were now best friends J
Maria, Logan, and Conrad basically spent every second together. Lunch. Homework. SHOPPING! CLOTHES!
Best friends J
There was only one weird thing, though.
Ashley never came back from the bathroom from a week ago.
It was halfway through next week when Alex and George walked up to them.
“Hay can you guys ummm. . . Help?” Alex asked.
“Why?” Maria asked.
“Cuz Ashley’s still in the bathroom, and me and Alex can’t stop fighting!” George said, poking Alex in the bladder.
“Ashley’s STILL not back?? Whoa she beat my record,” Maria said.
“Go tell Noriega,” Logan said.
“He doesn’t care!” Alex spat on the floor.
“He just suggested the possibility of constipation, and ate a banana!” George cried.
“Maria go find her,” Conrad said.
“Nope. Not findin’ it,” Maria instantly replied.
“Please. You’re our only hope,” Alex whispered.
“Fine whatever ew oh my God calm down geesh I’ll go oh my God shut up I’ll do it fine,” Maria got up and walked to the girl’s bathroom.
She passed the boiling pot of tea in her favorite sink.
“Ashley hello where are you crapping?” Maria called.
No answer.
A creepy filling suddenly replaced the digesting pancakes in Maria’s stomach. She felt someone else’s presence in the bathroom.
There was a muffled sound coming from the other side of the room.
(Camera view from over head. Maria carefully crosses the bathroom floor).
“Hello?” Maria called tentatively, a little quieter.
She started to walk towards the noise, slowly. It was coming from the very last stall.
She stopped right outside it.
“Gee I guess no one is in here I better leaveSURPRISE ATACK!!!!!”
Maria threw open the stall door, and screamed.
Inside was Ashley, arms bound behind her back, her mouth gagged. Berna squealed from the top of her head.
Holding her tightly was a crazed old woman with white hair and huge, thick glasses.
Her eyes were red like APPLES.
“Talk,” the witch lady spoke, pointing a fake plastic glowing scepter at Maria’s throat,” and I’ll turn you into a COCKROACH!”
Maria didn’t talk.
She pulled the fire alarm that had been conveniently installed in the girl’s bathroom around half an hour ago.
The alarm went off around the school. Noriega instantly stopped vlogging about Simon Cowell.
“Boqay, everyone. Stop sitting there like rabbits and GO!” he demanded.
All of the students quickly jumped out of the windows, except for Kristen and several of her terrified passengers.
Noriega hurried to the bathroom to get Maria and Ashley.
“GIRLS STOP POOPING AND HURRY SOME PEOPLE AREN’T LIKIN’ IT!” he began, racing into the bathroom.
He saw the with lady holding Maria and Ashley, cackling like a school girl.
“Oops wrong room!” he cried, and ran away.
The witch lady turned to face Maria.
“I’ll leave you here,” she offered,” for 30 cents!!”
Maria coughed up 3 dimes that she kept in the back of her throat in case of witch lady attacks.
“Excellent,” the witch lady said, and tossed Maria upside down into the toilet. “I’ll be in my swamp if you want to hang out with me later.”
With that, the witch lady shouted ‘TAKE ME TO THE SWAMP, MAGIC!’ and disappeared in a puff of smoke with the wailing farm girl with her.
Noriega took roll.
“Kripple, Runescape, Ieatpeople, Muhdde, Rodent, Grace, Teatea. We’re missing Flakk and Muscles.”
Conrad and Logan looked around. Maria was running up to them, drenched in lemonade.
“Did you fall in the tea pot or something??” Logan asked.
“I WISH1” Maria said, and hurried over to Noriega.
“Ashley was kidnapped by an evil with lady while taking a peepee in the she-bathroom!” Maria said.
Logan and Conrad walked up to them. Noriega remained motionless.
“Aren’t you going to do anything???” Conrad asked.
“I don’t. . . think so,” Noriega answered, scratching his head.
“What?” Logan asked intensely.
“Must I repeat the situation??” Maria asked.
“Unnecessary. The reason I’m not doing anything is because some people aren’t likin’ Ashley. Namely, me and Alex. She beat me up yesterday,” Noriega explained.
“So you’re not gonna do ANYTHING??” Conrad demanded.
Noriega laughed evilly, and ate a banana.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
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