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Blown out of proportion Pt. 4Alycia could hear Kelly shouting and screaming at Stef from a few feet away, but it was all background noise. She didn't even have a thought in her head to comprehend what was happening. Her best friend since elementary school was some sort of brainwashed super bimbo with the power of bubblegum, and she was currently climbing onto her lap like a stripper that's just been slipped a 50. Oh, and she was currently stuck to a giant fricking bubble.
"Your turn, bubble butt." Stef said as she slid onto Alycia's lap, draping her arms over her short friend's shoulders.
She knows how much I've always hated when she calls me that. The irony doesn't make me hate it any less.
Alycia wriggled under her as much as she could, but couldn't free her hands, let alone her legs.
"Please, Stef, you don't have to do this. I don't want you to do this. You're my friend, please don't DO this!"
"Awwww little Ally ." She smiled condescendingly as she pulled a lock of blonde hair out of Alycia's face and tuck
Blown out of proportion Pt. 8"Move over! I can't see!"
"Find your own branch, you tard! This one's going to break!"
"It's not going to break, just move a little so I can get up there and see over! What is it, anyway?"
"Not sure, it looks like a big mansion. Kind of like a castle. I just caught a glimpse of a girl though. Looked really hot."
"Serious?! Shut up! Let me see the binoculars!"
"Not yet! I think they're having a party, I see balloons. Really big balloons. That's weird, I don't think I've ever seen ba .JESUS! You should see the ass on this girl! And HER! Oh man! They're all over the house! We have got to get in there!"
The thin young man's head was about to explode from sheer overload when his fellow tree climber grabbed the binoculars out of his hands. He didn't want to give up the view just yet, but he also didn't want to get in a fight while perched on a tree branch. He pushed his shaggy copper hair out of his eyes and put his glasses back on. "Check it out. Top left window. And bottom right."
Blown out of proportion Pt. 9Alycia sat on her couch, staring at her phone. She hadn't moved since she heard the message 5 minutes ago. They were coming for her. Stefani was one of them now which means they know where she lives. She'd seen how fast they can change girls into them, and it didn't take long to realize what had happened to all those girls that went missing. They had a small army. It felt hopeless. She wondered if she should just walk outside and wait for them to pick her up, or save them the trip and drive back to the forest. She breathed a desperate sigh and with it out came a bubble. She sat upright, looking down at the bubble crosseyed, and with the bubble came a realization, hope.
I'm armed! There may be an army coming for me, but I've got weapons too! And I'm smarter than them, and on home turf! I can be ready for them! Take em all on! Like that kid in home alone!
As she began to wonder If she had any paintcans that she could fill with concrete, there was a pounding on her door.
Blown out of proportion Pt. 6Stefani walked through the forest thinking hard. Painfully hard, actually. It was as if there was some block in her mind that was keeping her from piecing together an original thought. Of course, that didn't occur to her. She was trying to figure out if she did her job properly, and if she was going to be praised or be in trouble when she got back. She had been sent out with an order to fix and return with one girl; Alycia. She definitely did not have Alycia, but she DID fix her! At least how she looks, anyway. And she's also coming back with one girl, so maybe that is just as good. Except she isn't totally fixed
Being dragged at arms length behind Stefani was Kelly, floating helplessly in a big pink bubble. She wasn't helping any with Stefani's confusion, as she was constantly going back and forth between screaming at Stef, trying to tear her way out of her bubble prison, and telling her that she's so hot and how she can't wait to get out of the bubble and be bff's.
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
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