Name:Rivali Dass
Age:16 :)
Birthday: 5th Oct '92
Class:1D '05, 2e '06 <33,3e '07, 4e '08
School: MGS
I <3: Family, My dogs, 2e, 4e, MORONS, painting, designing, writing weird stories, being generally weird, unsettling people...
Okay... I came up with these two rubbish ultra-short stories cuz i was BORED. :D
Its about Salad and Amrit when they're grown up. AMRIT Status: Married
Husband: Sean Richie(Rich Guy) Kids: London (girl) and Paris (girl) Living In: A mansion Job: (Desperate) Housewife ---
The butler announced that Sean had arrived home. Amrit rushed to the living room, the train of her Dior gown trailing behind her. "You're back!!" she screamed at her husband, flinging his briefcase at the butler. "Where have you been? Huh? Cheating on me? Huh? WHO HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING WITH???" "Erm, I was working," he replied, truthfully. " You could call my office and ask." Rolling his eyes, Sean started up the stairs, towards the bedroom. "Yeah, right... DILLHOLE!!!!" Amrit screamed at his retreating figure.
The verbal abuse of her husband was interrupted by the arrival of Paris, her elder daughter. " Mummy, what does dillhole mean?" she asked, with all the innocence of a 5-year-old. "Its another word for YOU, ratbag!" Kicking her daughter out of the way, Amrit marched towards the gigantic spa room she had constructed in the left wing of the mansion.
Sighing, she immersed herself in the warm scented water, then started throwing darts at a picture of her husband. She thought about how the marriage had first started out, with every day filled with fun, laughter, diamonds, vodka and sex.
Now, all that was gone. Except the vodka.
Smiling, she downed a whole bottle of it in one gulp. --------
SARAH Husband: Scot (Nobel Prize Winner) Kids: VolcanoArashi(girl) and Plateau Sorata (boy) Living In: A High-tech Apartment :D Job: Geologist --------
Scot heaved a sigh. "Sarah, could we pleeeeaaase take this hideous painting off the wall??" "No! And if you do, I'll divorce you," said Sarah calmly, making a salad for dinner. "Yes but-" "The morons painted it for me as a farewell present when I left for Harvard."
"Yes. But. Its. Hid-eee-ous," said Scot, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists in an effort to contain his exasperation. "I know that the bowl of salad your....weird friends painted has some significance, but, you know, why is there a picture of Beckham in the painting? Or a live rabbit chewing carrots in the salad?"
"Haha, that was Xiao." Sarah laughed. "And what's this word written in the corner?" He squinted at the painting. "Flaba...jaba???"
"Yeah, that was Riv. Flabajaba!" Sarah skipped out of the room, and headed towards Sorata's room. Sorata and Arashi, her precious four-year-old twins. They blushed *just* like she did.
Sorata was watching anime on TV. "Hey, Plateau(his nickname)," asked Sarah brightly, "What are you watching?" "Future Killer Cyborgs 101. Mwahaha."
Sarah, shook her head. Why was her son turning out to be a moron? Oh well, at least he's a genius, she thought.
"Sorata, could you tell me the 97 times-table?" Her son stood up, switched off the TV, and turned to face her.
" 97 x 1 = 97," he began. "97 x 2 = 194. 97 x 3 = 291. 97 x 4 = 388. 97 x 5 = 485. 97 x 6 = 582. 97 x 7 -"
"Okay!" exclaimed Sarah. "Thats enough! Saladballad!" She returned to the kitchen to make salad, with the help of her robot.
[ps: I'm sorry, the robot was quite random.] -------
Rivali
YShe laughed. And laughed. And laughed yet again.;;
