A Story To Susmi - 2

by Maryam in A Land Of Desert And Sun

As a result of Susmi's completely fabricated (well, except for some names :), undeserved, and altogether ridiculous story, I have decided to have -
REVENGE!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I hope people like this as much as they liked Susmi's, though undoubtedly she has much more fruitful comic talent than I do :D

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As Susmi walked down the street, people pointed and whispered. Her ears and neck turned red, like the mottled-red special kind of boiled lobster she'd seen Julia Child cook with finesse on the new cooking channel the other day.
Ah. I hear you saying, JULIA CHILD? COOKING CHANNEL? HUH?
The story went that Susmi had shut herself up in her house for a week, eating Chipsy-Oh, Sour Punk (a kind of chewy, artificially flavored candy that stuck to your teeth), and countless helping of microwave popcorn. Her mother and father, when asked about how Susmi was coping with her humiliation, responded with the following:
Father: HUH?! My daughter? Humiliated? Reshka (a made-up name), what goes on in this family that I don't know about?
Mother (turning red): Oh, er, dear, well, um, you see -
Annoying Reporter (flashing ivory-toothed smile): Well, sir, didn't you know that your daughter was - OOmph!
(here, Susmi had come up from behind him and popped 'im one on the chin).
***** Some Days Earlier*************

Susmi was walking along the street, looking left, looking right, and anywhere but straight ahead. She hoped no one recognized her from the footage of the premiere, and her wish was granted, though she was stuck with watching a radiant-looking Maryam blush as Skandar Keynes (yes, THE gorgeous SK) made a witty comment to the camera.
Ohhhh, that Maryam. She would get it.
Susmi fumed as she stared stright ahead, arms pumping up and down, so caught up in her rambling imaginings that by the time she realized a black sports car was cruising towards her, it was too late to do anything but-
Susmi screamed 'AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaHHHHHhhhhh!!!!!!' and threw herself onto the windshield of the car, causing a few cracks in the glass in the process. Her hair mussed and tangled, blowing wildly in her eyes, she looked up as -
OHHHHHHHHHHHH, NO.
NO. NO. NO.
There stood Skandar Keynes, the one and only, tall and pale, glancing at her worriedly with his dark eyes, as he got out of the car.
'Are you all right?' he called in that way he had, slamming the door, and going over quickly to help her.
Susmi, glancing wildly to see that no pretty girl was coming out of the other side of the car (she realized there was none of that description), accepted his hand grudgingly, all while looking at him out of the corner of her eye every now and then.
'Milo, mate, you should watch your driving next time!' Skandar joked as he walked over to his side.
Susmi's heart stopped. Absolutely STOPPED DEAD.
Mole Ventigimlia, THE one and only, was sitting behind the driver's seat, scowling as he checked his watch behind the wheel. He lowered his sunglasses, revealing his set-together squinty eyes and accentuating his exceedingly narrow and arrogant chin and unsatsified mouth that was puckering up like he had an un-ripe rasberry in it
(Susmi had countlessly argued with her friends what it would be like to pucker back). Very surprisedly, the mouth suddenly stretched into a smile that showed his obviously dentally-worked with teeth.
'Hey, Skandy! Where've you got this babe from?'
Susmi smiled toothily.
Her dream was coming true.

TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT FINISHED!!!!
M