'Evil!! Ooo, you just wait. . . '
The Story . . .
Alright, cause your probably not Audrey or Nola or Liz, I'd bettah explain some what . . . alright, written by us four, (thus, why the styles are slightly different and you get yucky males such as Andrew Mehrtens fostered off onto other people and as some bits are incredibly unflattering *grins* random acts of revenge :P) and are generally used for entertainment purposes. This one isnt finished, and I doubt it will be, as other stories are being written too (if ure lucky (or not), I might be bothered posting the war story up . . . if I can get it of Auderie), oo, added point (thanks to Dim), alot of our characteristics are in here, so :P This is us . . .
Breakfast on a Saturday morning was always hectic. Even with Rachel in Canada and Kambyl in Rotorua, the house was still full.
"Nola, pass the jam," asked Audrey. Suddenly, the kitchen door burst open and Liz rushed in, cheeks flushed, and a real estate magazine paper in hand. She blurted out something incoherent.
"Whoa Liz, calm down. Think, then speak," Dimuthu said. Liz took a deep breath.
"You know how we've been looking for a place for all of us to stay? I was looking through this magazine and I found something." Liz placed the magazine in the middle of the dining table. She pointed at one page and everyone crowded around to look. It read: