~Christail~
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Miles of smiles,
This is my verrrrry sad Chrissy story; thanks for taking the time to read it. It's appreciated. Why I wrote this? it was a classroom activity to write a story on Christmas. This is a shout-out to Brendan who helped me write this. >(^o^)
Santa was really desprate. He needed extra money to pay those elves; since they went on strike for a lack of pay. Christmas was only a few weeks away and there was no presents in the Present Mound! Why he couldn't pay them? Well, Santa was bank-rupt because he needed to revamp his crumbling log cottage, in the cold town of North Pole. Think of a Polar Express idea. You wouldn't be able to tell; but Santa was "Sort of" eating his heart out, in denial of the whole situation.
Santa Claus yelled at his computer, "HURRY UP YOU STUPID INTERNET CONNECTION!!" he then went to grab a jack-hammer to smash it, but then he remembered that his doctor told him to manage his anger in a healthy way. So he put the hammer back in the draw beside him. Suddenly, Yahoo.com just loaded and he typed (in the search bar) in: Money loans. Ten pages of Money loans loaded. He clicked on the Fox Debt website, he seemed to be pleased, so he signed up. An advert popped up. The ad was:
[SIZE=21pt]National Bingo Night!![/SIZE]
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Sign up now! Win 50 grand!!
Just enter your name, age and suburb and see if you you win! Or phone 199639 to get in the draw, with your details.
Santa got a flutter of excitment. 50 000 dollary-doos sounded like a fortune to him so he picked up the receiver and dialled 199639. "Hi! Name?" a computer voice said. "Erm, Santa..." Santa said, worried he might blow his cover. "Age?" that voice went again. "The older type..." Santa replied, his heart pounding. "Suburb?" "Ahhh, North Pole." Santa said. "OK, you are now in the running. We'll keep you informed. Buh-bye!" and the voice hung up.
Santa stood in the Bingo Podeum. He was about to play National Bingo Night and the host, Peter Timoti, was going through the usual intro. Of course, he got picked from that draw. In the game that Indian, Brendan George, kept telling him, "Nooooooooo biiiinnngo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They were on the Red card and he was the one who was against the crowd playing bingo; he had to go through the months of the year and he was on the 4/3/07, so he was one month away from the 50 grand and he was estatic. Peter said, "You're lucky today, aren't you?!" "Yeah, I guess..." Santa stammered and gulped. "If anyone is one away from bingo, stand up!" Peter jeered. Six stood up, so now there was 17 in the running to get bingo. Kirsten Alexander-Bates, the bingo lady, grimly said, "You're not lucky, not for much longer!!!" under her breath. Then, in a split second, she threatened him at gunpoint with a double-barrel gun and fired. Santa very quickly dodged for his dear life. The Podeum erupted and everyone started screaming. Then, it died down and the game started again, from where they were. Ten minutes later everyone (one by one) started staring at Kirsten. She gave a very evil grin.
She fired; that Kirsten.
Santa failed to dodge.
He fell to the ground.
Screaming.
Silence.
Santa dead.
Lavina Leerentveld arrived. The real bingo girl. "That woman is an imposter!" Lavina cried, and ripped of the blonde wig, revealing Kirsten's short brown hair. Kirsten fired in the air. "Kirsten Alexander-Bates, you are under arrest." the Policemen roared. "Psst, Kirsty's a bit nuts!" one of them bravely said. The Podeum cheered as hand-cuffs were put on her bony wrists. "I'll have revenge!" Kirsten screamed, into the cheering.
THE END. Written by: Christail
Plot by: (mainly) Brendan and Christail
Well, I hope you were entertained. ~Christail~</span>
This is my verrrrry sad Chrissy story; thanks for taking the time to read it. It's appreciated. Why I wrote this? it was a classroom activity to write a story on Christmas. This is a shout-out to Brendan who helped me write this. >(^o^)
Santa was really desprate. He needed extra money to pay those elves; since they went on strike for a lack of pay. Christmas was only a few weeks away and there was no presents in the Present Mound! Why he couldn't pay them? Well, Santa was bank-rupt because he needed to revamp his crumbling log cottage, in the cold town of North Pole. Think of a Polar Express idea. You wouldn't be able to tell; but Santa was "Sort of" eating his heart out, in denial of the whole situation.
Santa Claus yelled at his computer, "HURRY UP YOU STUPID INTERNET CONNECTION!!" he then went to grab a jack-hammer to smash it, but then he remembered that his doctor told him to manage his anger in a healthy way. So he put the hammer back in the draw beside him. Suddenly, Yahoo.com just loaded and he typed (in the search bar) in: Money loans. Ten pages of Money loans loaded. He clicked on the Fox Debt website, he seemed to be pleased, so he signed up. An advert popped up. The ad was:
[SIZE=21pt]National Bingo Night!![/SIZE]
<span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Sign up now! Win 50 grand!!
Just enter your name, age and suburb and see if you you win! Or phone 199639 to get in the draw, with your details.
Santa got a flutter of excitment. 50 000 dollary-doos sounded like a fortune to him so he picked up the receiver and dialled 199639. "Hi! Name?" a computer voice said. "Erm, Santa..." Santa said, worried he might blow his cover. "Age?" that voice went again. "The older type..." Santa replied, his heart pounding. "Suburb?" "Ahhh, North Pole." Santa said. "OK, you are now in the running. We'll keep you informed. Buh-bye!" and the voice hung up.
Santa stood in the Bingo Podeum. He was about to play National Bingo Night and the host, Peter Timoti, was going through the usual intro. Of course, he got picked from that draw. In the game that Indian, Brendan George, kept telling him, "Nooooooooo biiiinnngo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" They were on the Red card and he was the one who was against the crowd playing bingo; he had to go through the months of the year and he was on the 4/3/07, so he was one month away from the 50 grand and he was estatic. Peter said, "You're lucky today, aren't you?!" "Yeah, I guess..." Santa stammered and gulped. "If anyone is one away from bingo, stand up!" Peter jeered. Six stood up, so now there was 17 in the running to get bingo. Kirsten Alexander-Bates, the bingo lady, grimly said, "You're not lucky, not for much longer!!!" under her breath. Then, in a split second, she threatened him at gunpoint with a double-barrel gun and fired. Santa very quickly dodged for his dear life. The Podeum erupted and everyone started screaming. Then, it died down and the game started again, from where they were. Ten minutes later everyone (one by one) started staring at Kirsten. She gave a very evil grin.
She fired; that Kirsten.
Santa failed to dodge.
He fell to the ground.
Screaming.
Silence.
Santa dead.
Lavina Leerentveld arrived. The real bingo girl. "That woman is an imposter!" Lavina cried, and ripped of the blonde wig, revealing Kirsten's short brown hair. Kirsten fired in the air. "Kirsten Alexander-Bates, you are under arrest." the Policemen roared. "Psst, Kirsty's a bit nuts!" one of them bravely said. The Podeum cheered as hand-cuffs were put on her bony wrists. "I'll have revenge!" Kirsten screamed, into the cheering.
THE END. Written by: Christail
Plot by: (mainly) Brendan and Christail
Well, I hope you were entertained. ~Christail~</span>
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