Post by Mr. Wieght on Mar 11, 2005 0:38:00 GMT -5
The Begginning
Isadora whisked the eggs for quite a while, her hands even had blisters on them. Under the survalence of the Cafeteria workers, or else she would have slippped away. She was thinking about all the possible poems she could conduct, about her beloved friends, the Baudelaires. Hmmmm. . . How about,
Friends are cool, friends are neat!
Friends like the Baudelaires can't be beat!
No. . . That's no-
"Isadora?" Duncan asked softly, violently jerking her out of her thoughts. "What?" She snapped-annoyed. She was on the urged of a poetic break-though, and he had intrupped it. "I think we're in trouble. . ." He trailed off, cowering against her in fright, and Isadora looked up, at the two white-faced woman, towering over them. Before either of them could scream, they quickly began to drag them away, out of the kitchen, and into a world of hurt, emotionally, and phisiclly. Duncan threw in a few fair shots, but Isadora, in shock that they were right under thier noses the whole, was too shock to do anything, except struggle. They began to be dragged towards the car, when the Baudelaires opened the door, and Count Olaf had "Jumped the Gun" and had a fair head start. *READ BOOK FOR THE REST OF THIS PART* In the car, they hoplessly banged the windows, in hopes of breaking them. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Olaf laughed, menicigly. "O.K., my captives, you can stop now. It was funny for the first ten minutes, but now it's getting old." No way! I don't listen to uni-browed freaks like you! The athorities will come soon!" Isadora cried bravley against him. As if by command, the powdered-faced freaks pulled them down from the window, where they caught the last glimps of thier beloved friends, for a long, long time. Duncan thought What a freak. Maybe. . . he thought Nah. . . It would never work. But must give it a try. . . Duncan took a daring leap, and attempted to open the door. But the powderfaced woman caught him and dragged him back in. "The proper athorities will come, huh?" Count Olaf said, in a mocking tone of Isadora. Isadora gave him a death stare. "Now I have to go run an erran. SO STAY PUT ORPHANS!" he yellled, spewing spit everywhere. They pulled up to an abandoned gas staion where Olaf met his "assosite" ((It's Esme'. No Der))
What do you think? I know it kind of sucks. . . but in the words of Billy Madasin. . .IT WAS HARD FOR ME! SO SHAD UP!
more . . .
After waiting in the car, Duncan and Isadora had nodded off, and they awoke to the loud slamming of a door, and they jerked awake, looking around. The window was slightly ajar, leaving the cool evening breeze caressing thier cheeks, a midsummernights breeze. Duncan could smell chineese(sp?) food, in the distance, teasing his tastebuds.
(Now I'm hungry! lol. and I want it to be Summer!)
Isadora whisked the eggs for quite a while, her hands even had blisters on them. Under the survalence of the Cafeteria workers, or else she would have slippped away. She was thinking about all the possible poems she could conduct, about her beloved friends, the Baudelaires. Hmmmm. . . How about,
Friends are cool, friends are neat!
Friends like the Baudelaires can't be beat!
No. . . That's no-
"Isadora?" Duncan asked softly, violently jerking her out of her thoughts. "What?" She snapped-annoyed. She was on the urged of a poetic break-though, and he had intrupped it. "I think we're in trouble. . ." He trailed off, cowering against her in fright, and Isadora looked up, at the two white-faced woman, towering over them. Before either of them could scream, they quickly began to drag them away, out of the kitchen, and into a world of hurt, emotionally, and phisiclly. Duncan threw in a few fair shots, but Isadora, in shock that they were right under thier noses the whole, was too shock to do anything, except struggle. They began to be dragged towards the car, when the Baudelaires opened the door, and Count Olaf had "Jumped the Gun" and had a fair head start. *READ BOOK FOR THE REST OF THIS PART* In the car, they hoplessly banged the windows, in hopes of breaking them. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Olaf laughed, menicigly. "O.K., my captives, you can stop now. It was funny for the first ten minutes, but now it's getting old." No way! I don't listen to uni-browed freaks like you! The athorities will come soon!" Isadora cried bravley against him. As if by command, the powdered-faced freaks pulled them down from the window, where they caught the last glimps of thier beloved friends, for a long, long time. Duncan thought What a freak. Maybe. . . he thought Nah. . . It would never work. But must give it a try. . . Duncan took a daring leap, and attempted to open the door. But the powderfaced woman caught him and dragged him back in. "The proper athorities will come, huh?" Count Olaf said, in a mocking tone of Isadora. Isadora gave him a death stare. "Now I have to go run an erran. SO STAY PUT ORPHANS!" he yellled, spewing spit everywhere. They pulled up to an abandoned gas staion where Olaf met his "assosite" ((It's Esme'. No Der))
What do you think? I know it kind of sucks. . . but in the words of Billy Madasin. . .IT WAS HARD FOR ME! SO SHAD UP!
more . . .
After waiting in the car, Duncan and Isadora had nodded off, and they awoke to the loud slamming of a door, and they jerked awake, looking around. The window was slightly ajar, leaving the cool evening breeze caressing thier cheeks, a midsummernights breeze. Duncan could smell chineese(sp?) food, in the distance, teasing his tastebuds.
(Now I'm hungry! lol. and I want it to be Summer!)
