AlexzBonner
01-26-2001, 12:13 AM
This is not finished yet but... I should have it finished by next Thursday cuz I only have creative writing on Tues. and Thurs. and... on with the fan fic! http://www.sitcomsonline.com/ubb/wink.gif
"Mom!" Alexz Bonner called to her mother. Her eyes fell on a note on the breakfast bar. "'Dear Alexz,'" she read aloud. "'Sorry that I had to leave in a hurry. Your dad will be home in a few hours. Start dinner, and I'll be home ASAP. Love, Mom.' Figures."
"Hi, Alexz."
"Hey, Dad. Any luck?" Alexz's dad was a pianist, but lately he hadn't been able to find any work.
"Yeah. There's this place--"
"Lounge player again, huh?" Alexz interrupted.
"Hello, all! Oh, I sounded like Blair." Jo Bonner came through the door with her coat open exposing a gun. Alexz Alexz was against violence in the house so she said, "Mom!"
"Sorry, Al," Jo replied. "Rick, how did your search go?"
"Lounge player... again," Alexz
answered her mother's question.
"Again, honey? That's okay, my check will--"
"Mo-om! Stop!" Alexz's mother was an FBI agent in the Bronx, New York and Alexz was trying to adjust to it. She would admit, it was pretty neat for your mom to be a cop. None of the kids at school were on her bad side because they thought that she could have them arrested.
"... well? What do you think?" Alexz snapped out of her thoughts to hear the last of her mother's question. "Al?"
She grabbed a chocolate
chip cookie and started nibbling it aroung the edges. "Repeat the question!"
"I said that we might have to move to San Fransisco." Alexz choked on the cookie.
After she got a drink of water she finally managed to say, "San Fransisco? As in, California?"
Jo laughed. "The last time that I checked. Oh, it won't be so bad."
"Won't be so bad?" Alexz cried angrily. "What about my friends? Why do we have to leave anyway?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
OK... the school science fair is next Saturday, and I haven't even started researching my experiment so... I'll post more later! BTW, do you like it?
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J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
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B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
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T: What it is.
B: What is it?
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Ra: Is it what I think it is?
A: Well... if you think it is, what I think you think it is, it is what you think it is.
Ra: (confused) What is it?
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J: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you're wrong. Oh, and please see that it doesn't happen again in our marriage.
R: Right. Hello, my baby, hello my darlin' (runs into door) Hello, my aching head!
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B: You were a concert pianist?
R: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
B: On a regular size piano?
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T: Jo, I know you're upset. I don't know why. (Jo glares at her) And I don't need to know why, but when I'm angry at someone, do you know what I do? I write and angry letter to the person that I'm mad at and then... I don't send it!
J: Oh, that'll teach 'em, Tootie.
T: Well, if I'm still mad the next day, I send it to myself. That way I'll have the satisfaction of knowing how the other person would have felt if I had had the courage to send it to them. What do you say to that?
J: Get out!
~`~ Kenzie ~`~
"Mom!" Alexz Bonner called to her mother. Her eyes fell on a note on the breakfast bar. "'Dear Alexz,'" she read aloud. "'Sorry that I had to leave in a hurry. Your dad will be home in a few hours. Start dinner, and I'll be home ASAP. Love, Mom.' Figures."
"Hi, Alexz."
"Hey, Dad. Any luck?" Alexz's dad was a pianist, but lately he hadn't been able to find any work.
"Yeah. There's this place--"
"Lounge player again, huh?" Alexz interrupted.
"Hello, all! Oh, I sounded like Blair." Jo Bonner came through the door with her coat open exposing a gun. Alexz Alexz was against violence in the house so she said, "Mom!"
"Sorry, Al," Jo replied. "Rick, how did your search go?"
"Lounge player... again," Alexz
answered her mother's question.
"Again, honey? That's okay, my check will--"
"Mo-om! Stop!" Alexz's mother was an FBI agent in the Bronx, New York and Alexz was trying to adjust to it. She would admit, it was pretty neat for your mom to be a cop. None of the kids at school were on her bad side because they thought that she could have them arrested.
"... well? What do you think?" Alexz snapped out of her thoughts to hear the last of her mother's question. "Al?"
She grabbed a chocolate
chip cookie and started nibbling it aroung the edges. "Repeat the question!"
"I said that we might have to move to San Fransisco." Alexz choked on the cookie.
After she got a drink of water she finally managed to say, "San Fransisco? As in, California?"
Jo laughed. "The last time that I checked. Oh, it won't be so bad."
"Won't be so bad?" Alexz cried angrily. "What about my friends? Why do we have to leave anyway?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
OK... the school science fair is next Saturday, and I haven't even started researching my experiment so... I'll post more later! BTW, do you like it?
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J: Partners? You mean 50/50? Uh... 50/50...50?
B: Oh, good, Jo. We'll let you do the books!
.........................
B: I know a phony when I see one!
J: You should. You spend enough time looking at yourself in the mirror.
.........................
T: What it is.
B: What is it?
.........................
Ra: Is it what I think it is?
A: Well... if you think it is, what I think you think it is, it is what you think it is.
Ra: (confused) What is it?
.........................
J: Well, I hate to tell you this, but you're wrong. Oh, and please see that it doesn't happen again in our marriage.
R: Right. Hello, my baby, hello my darlin' (runs into door) Hello, my aching head!
.........................
B: You were a concert pianist?
R: Yeah, what's wrong with that?
B: On a regular size piano?
.........................
T: Jo, I know you're upset. I don't know why. (Jo glares at her) And I don't need to know why, but when I'm angry at someone, do you know what I do? I write and angry letter to the person that I'm mad at and then... I don't send it!
J: Oh, that'll teach 'em, Tootie.
T: Well, if I'm still mad the next day, I send it to myself. That way I'll have the satisfaction of knowing how the other person would have felt if I had had the courage to send it to them. What do you say to that?
J: Get out!
~`~ Kenzie ~`~