This is just something I’ve had saved to drafts since, well, December 13, I guess…I’ve decided that maybe I should publish a few of my drafts instead of just letting them rot
Well, for all the people who read and liked/ (highly unlikely) read Verity, yes, this is a sequel. For those who didn’t, go read it or this will not make any sense. (Seriously, people, go read it! I’m not just advertising here, this isn’t gonna make a lick of sense if you haven’t read it!)
Warning: There will be swearing, I’m not gonna lie…what can I say, they’re teenagers!
Note: This is gonna be kinda hard to follow, so here’s a key to make it easier:
Christophe’s diary:Bold
Aurora’s diary: Italic
Verity’s diary:Bold and Italic
Everything else: Regular Print
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December 13, 2009
What part of ‘Guys don’t keep diaries’ does my mother not understand? Apparently, the ‘don’t’ part, or else she wouldn’t have bought this for my birthday and threatened me with no allowance for a month if I didn’t write in the stupid thing. Well, she didn’t say how much I had to write in it every day, so I’m just gonna write a few sentences every few weeks and still get my 50 bucks a week.
Mom’s calling me for dinner now, thank the gods…
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December 13, 2009
I hate keeping diaries. My mom keeps making me, though…she thinks she’ll be able to girlify me if she makes me do girly stuff…which doesn’t explain exactly what on earth she was thinking when she bought Chris a diary…maybe she’s trying to girlify him, too? Ooh, if she ever dresses him up in drag, I wanna watch!
Anyhoo, I’m Verity. Verity Fowl. I’m 16, I live with my mom, dad, older brother Chris and older sister Rora, I go to the worst school known to man…or fairies…
Diary, if I tell you something, will you promise to not tell anyone…of course you won’t tell, you’re a book, but still, promise?
Fairies exist. I know, cuz I’ve met some. There’s this one, and she’s awesome, and her name is Holly, and she’s a fairy police officer!! How cool is that? She took me underground to Police Plaza in Haven, and I got to meet Trouble Kelp, (who’s got a HUGE crush on her, you can tell) and his little brother Grub, and even Foaly!!!! He’s a real, live CENTAUR!!!! And, he’s the smartest person in (or, under, I guess) the world besides Uncle Arty.
Gotta go now, Mom’s calling me for dinner…wow, I’ve written almost a whole page! Maybe this diary thing isn’t such a bad idea after all…
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December 13, 2009
Mom finally got me a new diary!!! Thank goodness, I was running out of pages in my last one…she also got Christophe and Verity diaries, but I highly doubt they’ll use them. Actually, Christophe might, because she threatened him with no allowance, but Verity said she’d rather be kidnapped, thrown in a duffel bag, and beaten to death with a hockey stick and a giant spoon…how on earth did she come up with that?
Anyway, moving on, (talking about my poor, poor, tomboy of a sister makes my brain sad…) Clarence actually talked to me today!! And no one had a knife to his throat or a gun to his head!! HE talked to ME of his own free will!!! I’m so happy I could scream…or, I would scream if Uncle Artemis and Dad weren’t talking in the next room…speaking of Uncle Artemis, he’s been acting oddly lately…Leotia told me that he and Aunt Minerva have been fighting a lot lately, and that she’s seen him…with another woman!!!!
Oh, I feel so sorry for the little ones, Donovan and Julia…their life would be horrible if Uncle Artemis and Aunt Minerva got a divorce, but it looks like that’s what might happen…but, I must go eat dinner now, I hear Mom calling us…adieu, my dearest diary!
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Beckett looked up as Christophe bounded into the dining room, Verity close behind. “Children, how many times have I told you to not run in the house?” Dawn Fowl asked them.
Christophe shrugged as he plopped into a chair. “I’ve no idea….should I?”
Verity elbowed her older brother in the side. “Yes, you should. We’ve been counting, remember…I think it’s somewhere around 2,567…” she said, beginning a model of the Eiffel tower with her mashed potatoes and green beans.
“That is what you’ve been doing instead of schoolwork?” Aurora Fowl asked incredulously as she entered the room. “Counting how many times Mom’s told you not to run in the house? No wonder you’re both in Summer School….”
“Aurora.” said Dawn warningly as her eldest daughter sat down across from her siblings. “Now, children, you’re all being very rude to Uncle Artemis.”
Aurora, Christophe, and Verity looked over at a middle-aged man with pitch-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Christophe was the first to speak. “Heya Uncle Arty! Long time, no see, eh? Whatcha been up to, any criminal activities? Bank robbery? Kidnapping?” he grinned and winked at his uncle, who looked as if he might strangle someone.
“Christophe!” exclaimed Mrs. Fowl, “I cannot believe you’d be so rude to your uncle! Upstairs, right now!”
Christophe rolled his eyes and groaned loudly, before loudly scooting his chair back and slouching back upstairs, muttering darkly to himself.
“Erm, potatoes, Uncle Artemis?” asked Aurora, trying to get rid of the awkward silence Christophe had left behind.
“Can I leave now?” asked Verity, finishing her miniature Eiffel tower and knocking it over with her fork.
“Not until you finish eating.” her father replied, inserting a forkful of ham into his mouth.
“Unless I do something worthy of bed without dinner?” Verity asked.
“Erm…depends on what that would be, of course.” Beckett answered, a slightly nervous look appearing on his face.
“Okey-dokey!” said Verity brightly, getting out of her seat, bouncing over to Aurora, and dropping a plateful of macaroni and cheese directly on top of her head.
“That good enough?” Verity asked, smiling happily, as her parents and uncle looked at her incredulously, Aurora shrieked and attempted to shake the food out of her hair, and the sound of Christophe laughing loudly could be heard from the next room. Her father nodded numbly and Verity skipped up to her bedroom.
~~~>green glue.
Erm…what the heck happened there? A whole paragraph just disappeared! 😯
EDIT:Fixed it! 😀 And fuzzed up the break….back to the story panel…
YAY YOU SEQUALED VERITY!!! I JUST HAVE TO RE-READ VERITY!!!!!!
It’s kinda confusing to know which diary entry belongs to who but it was still awesome once I figured it out!!!
It was great, I think I like Verity and Christophe…very cool charries.
😀 Thanks for commenting, guys!
Hermione:Yeah, I FINALLY did. 😀 Only took me, what? Four, five months? *wince*
hitsugayatoushiro: (Never get tired of typing that out 😈 ) Yeah, I was worried about that..hopefully the key made it easier…and they’re two of my favorite charas! 😀
                                          -Miss Mureeh, out!
Omigosh! A SEQUEL! *squeals with utter excitement* 😀
This was great, Muri. Hilarious, too! *sighs happily* Verity could be my long-lost twin. 🙂
Are ya gonna continue this? PLEASE tell me you are! If you’re not, I won’t be totally depressed, ‘cuz I know what’s it like to have no free time and not have a chance to write. *shudders* The horror.
Anyways, AWESOME! Wuv it!
-Star
Eeeh, someone else finally commented!!! 😀 *happydance* Thankyouthankyouthankyou, Star!! Yeah, I am gonna continue this, I’ve actually got a few chapters written that I work on about every day; I was just waiting to make sure this story wasn’t a dud before I posted it. 😀 I’m gonna go work on it now, and since you commented, it’ll be posted within the next few days! 😀
-Miss Mureeh, out!
*squeals with excitement* Yay! Thank you! 😀
-Star
Okay, update posted! 😀
-Miss Mureeh, out!i
Aw, awesome update! *shakes head and smiles* Verity got kidnapped again? Well, good for her.
This is amazing Muri… I love it so much! 🙂 Keep it going… (or else.)
-Star
HE HE HE HA HA HA HO HO HO!
Yay, thanks, Star!! 😀 Yah, I’ll keep it going! I’ve already got the next chapter started! And, next week is Dead Week, so I’ll probably be off school and have lotsa free time to write!!
LO:Is that a compliment, are you imitating Santy Claws, or are you insulting me? *confused*
-Miss Mureeh, out!i
I think it was a compliment, but, eh, you can never be sure…