22. Tell us about one scene between your characters that you’ve never written or told anyone about before! Serious or not.
Why not post the scene that no one's ever read before instead of talking about it?? :P
Okay, so I'm not sure if any of you have read this bit, but I always find it amusing to re-read as it was a friend's idea to write this scene down...especially the bit about the sky being green. Yup...inside jokes. :D
A loud crash outside of the room interrupted them, however.
“If I got a dollar for every time I was interrupted, I'd be rich!” Mark complained, hurrying to see what was happening.
A young boy was lying on the floor, his face in the middle of a rug. A second young boy stood over him, his foot on his back, holding him down.
“Take it back! Take it back!” the second boy was shouting.
“Jacob, get off of him! Right now!” Mark scolded him. “Go finish packing up in the back room. Now.”
The boy skulked back down the hall, with a fierce glare at the first boy, who still lay on the floor.
The first boy was still moaning into the rug.
“The sky is purple.” he said.
“No it's not. It's green.” Karrie was obviously enjoying the spectacle.
“No, it's blue.” the boy changed his mind.
“Daniel, that's the floor, not the sky, now get up!” Mark rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“My head!” the boy held a hand over the bump that was coming out on the back of his head.
“I'm thinking you deserved it, the way you've been irritating Jacob lately. Now go on upstairs and help Mr. McColly with his books.”
“The sky's still green!” Karrie shouted after the boy.
“You should go home to lie down.” Mark said.
“No, no, no!” Karrie frowned harder with each no.
“You're acting up, Karrie.” Mark said in stern tones. She couldn't quite tell if he was being stern or if he was just teasing her again.
She tried her puppy eyes. They didn't work.
“Come along, I'll have one of the boys drive you home. I think you need a nap.”
“I've had a nap.” Karrie protested.
“You need another. You're acting skonklish.”
“I am not! I'll BE skonklish if you make me take a nap.”
“Do you want me to call your mother?”
Karrie gasped in horror, “You WOULDN'T!”
“Wouldn't I?” Mark marched back down the hall towards the room that had the telephone.
Karrie squealed and hurried faster for the outside door.
“I'm going! I'm going!” she called back.
Mark grinned wickedly and called for one of the teenage boys that still hung around the agency.
“Drive Mrs. Ingleford home, won't you Barney?”
“Will do, Mr. Mark!” 'Barney' grinned donkey-ishly.
“Barney. How much would it take to bribe you to say you took me home but you really take me somewhere else?” Karrie grabbed the boy's arm when he got closer.
“Nothing doing, Mrs. Ingleford.” Barney shook his head good-naturedly.
“Drat.” Karrie wrinkled her nose.
“You's gonna have a baby?” he looked at her bulging stomach.
“No, I'm going to have a watermelon.” she snapped back.
His eyes widened at her tone, and he shut up.
She sat crankily in the car, as he clambered in the driver's side. Mark came up to her side of the car and leaned through the window to kiss her goodbye.
“Have a nice nap, darling. I'll see you at dinner.”
She had to smile after his kiss.
It was a whole street later that Karrie suddenly realized something.
“He didn't tell me about his phone call! And I didn't get to see what that book was!!!!” she positively growled.
Barney watched her out of the corner of his eyes rather nervously.
Pregnant women. He thought. Crazy! Totally bonkers!
(Taken from "In Blackest Night")
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