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Chapter 3

The Story The Authors

But the door was locked. Patrick's heart began to race. This was not part of the plan. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "I'm so disappointed in you, Patrick." Patrick spun around, machete ready to stike, but he could see no one. "Where are you?" he stammered. "Right here." the voice answered and out of the shadows stepped a woman from his past. She stood before him wearing a hot pink patent leather mini dress with matching stilletto pumps, fingernails till tomorrow and a 3 foot high strawberry blonde beehive hairdo out of which she pulled an uzi that she pointed at Patrick. "Vashondra," he said. "It's you! My God, where have you been?" He took a step towards her. "That's a long story that I don't care to go into right now. The point is, you've been a naughty boy, Patrick. It's time to pay the piper." She leveled the gun at his head where tiny beads of sweat glistened in the dim light. Patrick was about to beg for mercy when a crashing sound came from behind Vashondra, causing her to turn her head momentarily. Patrick to advantage of the moment and lunged at Vashondra with his machete. Vashondra turned back, saw him coming and ducked. Patrick swung the machete and lopped off the top 12 inches of Vashondra's immaculate do. Now she was really pissed. She pumped the entire uzi clip into his body until he was nothing but lump of bloody meat on the floor. cuddles

suddenly, the lump turned back into patrick, and Patrick stuck his arms straight in front of him, and then, his left hand turned into a machine gun, while his right hand turned into a A-K 47. He opened fire on Vashondra and watched as she began to drip with blood. The she disinigrated. the horror

AAAH! THIS IS A GORY STORY! I WANT A SUCKER none

I WANT A CHERRY SUCKER PLEASE A LOP LOP A LOP LOP WHAT WHAT CAPITOL

And the little cherry sucker, which tasted like vinegar, turned into a lop lop a lop lop. Chealsea the cherry sighed deeply. She had been eaten. Cherry, Chealsea, chair, chore, Charolate, chocolate...........

And although she thoroughly enjoyed it, it proved to be a most degrading demise. Suddenly, Bitzy Bootleg burst into the room. "Patrick, you fiend!" she cried as she ran to the pile of pulp that was her best friend. "You bastard! How could you do this?" she said, kneeling beside the remains of Vashondra. "You've changed, Patrick!" she accused through tear drowned eyes. Patrick was just about to waste Bitzy just because she annoyed him so much when he heard a gurgling sound. He looked at the mass of pulp, hair and patent leather in front of him and saw that it was beginning to bubble and coalesce. Then, suddenly, out of the body part puddle sprang Vashondra Du Lunchenette, beehive hairdo as tall as ever. "Ha Ha!" she screeched. "You have made a fatal mistake, my dear Patrick!" She reached into Bitzy's slightly less fabulous beehive and pulled out a flame thrower. "You forget that we are immortal!" She cackled and torched him like a moth in a dorm room. cuddles

And so Alice skipped her way to school, her books snuggly tucked close to her chest. She had her hair in two long braids today, with cute pink plastic bows at their ends. She wore matching pink tights, and since today was a very special day, for it was field trip day to the circus, she put quaint little dots on her cheeks like little freckles. She was the darling of her block with her knitted wool sweater. People turned their heads to look at the charming 85-year-old woman who thought she was a little school girl, skipping to a nonexistant school building down the street. "My," said Ms. Gracie, as Alice skipped by her front yard, "dementia sure sucks." Cwazy

for the 85 year old lady did not know hert age(she was a very mixed up lady you know) when she came to school all the children thought why would there be a little old lady at school but they did'nt say anything and went back to there work. There teacher Miss. Noodle thought it was very od for a 85 year old lady to be in her second grade class!When they went on the bus to the circus no one wanted to sit with her Alice was sad! Why dose'nt any body want to sit with me she said? Then a bully walked up to Alice hey your a old lady HA HA shhhhhhhhhh said the class! Well that was the last day of school for Alice! The End Rachel Bala

The Story	The Authors
But the door was locked. Patrick's heart began to race. This was not part of the plan. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from behind him. "I'm so disappointed in you, Patrick." Patrick spun around, machete ready to stike, but he could see no one. "Where are you?" he stammered. "Right here." the voice answered and out of the shadows stepped a woman from his past. She stood before him wearing a hot pink patent leather mini dress with matching stilletto pumps, fingernails till tomorrow and a 3 foot high strawberry blonde beehive hairdo out of which she pulled an uzi that she pointed at Patrick. "Vashondra," he said. "It's you! My God, where have you been?" He took a step towards her. "That's a long story that I don't care to go into right now. The point is, you've been a naughty boy, Patrick. It's time to pay the piper." She leveled the gun at his head where tiny beads of sweat glistened in the dim light. Patrick was about to beg for mercy when a crashing sound came from behind Vashondra, causing her to turn her head momentarily. Patrick to advantage of the moment and lunged at Vashondra with his machete. Vashondra turned back, saw him coming and ducked. Patrick swung the machete and lopped off the top 12 inches of Vashondra's immaculate do. Now she was really pissed. She pumped the entire uzi clip into his body until he was nothing but lump of bloody meat on the floor.	cuddles
suddenly, the lump turned back into patrick, and Patrick stuck his arms straight in front of him, and then, his left hand turned into a machine gun, while his right hand turned into a A-K 47. He opened fire on Vashondra and watched as she began to drip with blood. The she disinigrated.	the horror
AAAH! THIS IS A GORY STORY! I WANT A SUCKER	none
I WANT A CHERRY SUCKER PLEASE A LOP LOP A LOP LOP WHAT WHAT	CAPITOL
And the little cherry sucker, which tasted like vinegar, turned into a lop lop a lop lop. Chealsea the cherry sighed deeply. She had been eaten.	Cherry, Chealsea, chair, chore, Charolate, chocolate...........
And although she thoroughly enjoyed it, it proved to be a most degrading demise. Suddenly, Bitzy Bootleg burst into the room. "Patrick, you fiend!" she cried as she ran to the pile of pulp that was her best friend. "You bastard! How could you do this?" she said, kneeling beside the remains of Vashondra. "You've changed, Patrick!" she accused through tear drowned eyes. Patrick was just about to waste Bitzy just because she annoyed him so much when he heard a gurgling sound. He looked at the mass of pulp, hair and patent leather in front of him and saw that it was beginning to bubble and coalesce. Then, suddenly, out of the body part puddle sprang Vashondra Du Lunchenette, beehive hairdo as tall as ever. "Ha Ha!" she screeched. "You have made a fatal mistake, my dear Patrick!" She reached into Bitzy's slightly less fabulous beehive and pulled out a flame thrower. "You forget that we are immortal!" She cackled and torched him like a moth in a dorm room.	cuddles
And so Alice skipped her way to school, her books snuggly tucked close to her chest. She had her hair in two long braids today, with cute pink plastic bows at their ends. She wore matching pink tights, and since today was a very special day, for it was field trip day to the circus, she put quaint little dots on her cheeks like little freckles. She was the darling of her block with her knitted wool sweater. People turned their heads to look at the charming 85-year-old woman who thought she was a little school girl, skipping to a nonexistant school building down the street. "My," said Ms. Gracie, as Alice skipped by her front yard, "dementia sure sucks."	Cwazy
for the 85 year old lady did not know hert age(she was a very mixed up lady you know) when she came to school all the children thought why would there be a little old lady at school but they did'nt say anything and went back to there work. There teacher Miss. Noodle thought it was very od for a 85 year old lady to be in her second grade class!When they went on the bus to the circus no one wanted to sit with her Alice was sad! Why dose'nt any body want to sit with me she said? Then a bully walked up to Alice hey your a old lady HA HA shhhhhhhhhh said the class! Well that was the last day of school for Alice! The End	Rachel Bala

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