My title has TENSION... Or does it?
Pocket and I have decided to become ninjas. Our enemy is the wicket hall president, Adam. At first, he was no threat, but now we must take action. He knows too much. Far too much. If he is left to roam the halls with his wickedness unchecked, there is no telling what horrendous things Sister Clore and Clone of Girlsauce will have to endure before their spirits are broken and they end up doing stupid things like leaving their door open all the time.
One night, dear Clone of Girlsauce was spreading joy and happiness through the hall by hanging up beaulaful paper snowflakes outside the door, and Sister Clore was doing her many studies, when a strange voice crept around the door in the darkness. Sister Clore wondered what this mysterious voice might be. As she leaned back in her chair to peer out into the shadows past the half opened door, Clone of Girlsause yelled out a warning. "He says he should come in and scream at you!" But alas, Sister Clore was far too slow to realize what dear Clone of Girlsauce meant. Besides, she was busy making sure she did not fall off the chair while leaning back. She does this often. But her caution served her not, for a vile creature came running through the door screaming at poor Sister Clore. Sister Clore slid off her chair and folded into a small protective ball shape behind her homeworks. Quivering, Sister Clore called upon Narwhal's tender read outer layer to protect her from the wicked evils. Sister Clore growled at the evil, and while it was surprised, it still lurked about the room.
The Adam then warned the young girls. He knew what Sister Clore was really like. His friend Rob was just the same. Everyone thought Rob a nice, shy person. But Adam knew him better. Rob was very wicked, even if others could not see the truth. And Adam saw that Sister Clore must be the same. He could see past Narwhal's tender read outer layer and into the vile darkness that was Sister Clore's soul.
It was no good, and Clone of Girlsauce knew it. She quickly tried to look busy so that the Adam would go away. She searched for the magical olive branch cut from the tree outside the window. Sister Clore saw part of the magical olive branch and announced her findings. The Adam then pointed out that Sister Clore was talking at a level that he could actually hear. Sister Clore, seeing that dear Clone of Girlsauce's plan to fend off the Adam had not worked, used her last resort. With the last of their strength, she and Narwhal threw the magical olive branch at the Adam. She also threw her homework at Clone of Girlsauce for good measure.
Eventually, the Adam left, but not without trying to attack Sister Clore with the very olive branch that was meant to be the death of him.
What were the poor young girls to do? Then, they realized what they must do. They must become ninjas. They must hunt and kill the Adam so that his wickedness would not dig any deeper into poor Narwhal's tender red outer layer.
So, the ninjas made bealaful snowflakes for the Adam. But those snowflakes carried a special message. They said "Kill" and "Adam." Sister Clore made the "Kill." She was very proud of it. Then, Sister Clore and Clone of Girlsauce sneaked out into the hall. They were the best of ninjas. They were terribly stealthy. They stealthily sneaked onto the elevator and stealthily pushed the button to go up one floor. Then they stealthily waited on the elevator and stealthily got out to stealthily hang the stealthily made snowflakes outside Adam's stealthily door. Then they stealthily made the observation that the sixth floor smelled a lot different than the fifth, and that it still had flowers all over the walls. Then they stealthily went back. On the stealthily elevator.
Sister Clore and Clone of Girlsauce are quite sure this act has bought them some time, so that they may think of a better plan.
...But will it be enough?
One night, dear Clone of Girlsauce was spreading joy and happiness through the hall by hanging up beaulaful paper snowflakes outside the door, and Sister Clore was doing her many studies, when a strange voice crept around the door in the darkness. Sister Clore wondered what this mysterious voice might be. As she leaned back in her chair to peer out into the shadows past the half opened door, Clone of Girlsause yelled out a warning. "He says he should come in and scream at you!" But alas, Sister Clore was far too slow to realize what dear Clone of Girlsauce meant. Besides, she was busy making sure she did not fall off the chair while leaning back. She does this often. But her caution served her not, for a vile creature came running through the door screaming at poor Sister Clore. Sister Clore slid off her chair and folded into a small protective ball shape behind her homeworks. Quivering, Sister Clore called upon Narwhal's tender read outer layer to protect her from the wicked evils. Sister Clore growled at the evil, and while it was surprised, it still lurked about the room.
The Adam then warned the young girls. He knew what Sister Clore was really like. His friend Rob was just the same. Everyone thought Rob a nice, shy person. But Adam knew him better. Rob was very wicked, even if others could not see the truth. And Adam saw that Sister Clore must be the same. He could see past Narwhal's tender read outer layer and into the vile darkness that was Sister Clore's soul.
It was no good, and Clone of Girlsauce knew it. She quickly tried to look busy so that the Adam would go away. She searched for the magical olive branch cut from the tree outside the window. Sister Clore saw part of the magical olive branch and announced her findings. The Adam then pointed out that Sister Clore was talking at a level that he could actually hear. Sister Clore, seeing that dear Clone of Girlsauce's plan to fend off the Adam had not worked, used her last resort. With the last of their strength, she and Narwhal threw the magical olive branch at the Adam. She also threw her homework at Clone of Girlsauce for good measure.
Eventually, the Adam left, but not without trying to attack Sister Clore with the very olive branch that was meant to be the death of him.
What were the poor young girls to do? Then, they realized what they must do. They must become ninjas. They must hunt and kill the Adam so that his wickedness would not dig any deeper into poor Narwhal's tender red outer layer.
So, the ninjas made bealaful snowflakes for the Adam. But those snowflakes carried a special message. They said "Kill" and "Adam." Sister Clore made the "Kill." She was very proud of it. Then, Sister Clore and Clone of Girlsauce sneaked out into the hall. They were the best of ninjas. They were terribly stealthy. They stealthily sneaked onto the elevator and stealthily pushed the button to go up one floor. Then they stealthily waited on the elevator and stealthily got out to stealthily hang the stealthily made snowflakes outside Adam's stealthily door. Then they stealthily made the observation that the sixth floor smelled a lot different than the fifth, and that it still had flowers all over the walls. Then they stealthily went back. On the stealthily elevator.
Sister Clore and Clone of Girlsauce are quite sure this act has bought them some time, so that they may think of a better plan.
...But will it be enough?