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Post by amdragfire on Aug 22, 2005 2:49:28 GMT -5
That's really good. Plse continue.
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Post by yfwe on Sept 17, 2005 16:40:57 GMT -5
Well, here is the epilogue. Finally wraps up DIP. On Fanfiction.net, if you ever reviewed it there, there is a DIP Reviewer Awards section. Anyway...
Dragon in Paradise: Epilogues are for Losers (Like Me) YFWE
Remember when I asked the question back in the second chapter, ‘Why are airports the way they are?’ Well, the trip back to New York was about as bad as the previous. First, their plane was delayed an hour. And then, Grandpa had issues going through security.
But finally, after a trying day, the family reached home at about nine at night. They all slumped into their beds, not remembering that the next day was...
Monday!
And what’s on Monday?
School!
Long story short, they forgot, not waking up until five minutes after school had already begun. Let’s join them there, shall we?
“God, where is my freakin’ bookbag!?”, Jake shouted as he sprinted throughout the house, searching for his lost possession.
“It’s by the door where you left it, stupid!”, Haley called back.
“Oh yeah.”
“Brothers..”, sighed Haley, all ready for school and waiting on- guess who- Jake.
The phone rang.
Jake answered it.
It was Grandpa.
“Jake. Will you please ask Spud and Trixie why a few of my doors are broken down, and there’s four children and that Professor Rotwood teacher of yours in the bushes outside my home?”
“Uh... I’ll ask them when I get to school, I guess.”
“Okay. Well, they seem to be immobilized by some spell that was in my Magical Spells for Dummies book. Easy to heal, so they’ll be out of there soon, I suppose. Have fun at school!”
Click.
Don’t you envy those who don’t have to go to school?
(End)
After a reprimanding from the principal, Jake headed off to his second period class. (He’d already missed the first class.) It wasn’t Rotwood’s class, luckily. That wasn’t until third period. But he’d still get to talk to Spud and Trixie.
“Hey, guys”, Jake grunted as he set his stuff down at his desk.
“Late? You know the principal hates tardiness, Mr. Long”, his teacher, Ms. Harris, said.
“Yeah, already figured that one out on my own.”
He turned to his friends, “Why was Rotwood and four kids sitting in my Grandpa’s bushed?”
“Um... no comment”, replied Spud.
“Yeah, I’m with him”, Trixie said. “Quiet, please!”, Ms. Harris said.
And a few minutes later, the class ended, leaving Jake to dread his next class... Rotwood’s class.
To their surprise, he was not there when they got there.
Instead, Mr. Henson, the absolute closest thing to Adolf Hitler as someone could get, was subbing.
“Today, I am feeling generous”, he said. “You all have a worksheet to do, and once you finish, you may all go to lunch early.” He paused, before saying...
“Work will set you free.”
Everyone raised their eyebrows. What he just said was what the Nazis said to the Jews in the concentration camps.
Someone save us.
Fortunately, someone did. On the other hand, it wasn’t exactly someone they wanted to see.
Professor Rotwood.
“Er... good morning, class. Thank you, Mr. Henson. You are excused.”
As Mr. Henson walked out, Rotwood said, “I apologize for my tardiness. I was... actually, the last thing I remember was being in a shop, and then I found myself here. Strange. Anyway”, he clasped his hands together...
“Everyone, get out your essays you were to complete on the history of the Public School, please.”
And as everyone did that, Jake slumped in his chair.
He had forgotten.
But look on the brightside, jake.
AOL is protecting you against identity theft.
END
It's done. Um.. feedback anyone? Mods, feel free to close the thread anytime you think it should be.
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Post by ADJLFanatic on Sept 17, 2005 16:44:09 GMT -5
It was cool... I reviewed in FFnet. Great story, Kevin! ^_^
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