Lamrag is a usage of all our first initials (in posting order) idk i was bored

  Becky, Jesse and Danny were about to reply, when a thundering crash echoed through the trees in the forest surrounding the ceremony. Alarmed, the trio and their new ghostie friend whirled around, only to see--


.....

"Lamrag!" Danny said, letting out a huge sigh of relief as the giant catbus approached them, an eerie but innocent grin on it's wide face. Since's Danny's family was so big, a simple homeschooler's 15 passenger van was no use for them. They needed something much bigger and better and cuter, so they adopted the catbus as their mode of transportation. However, Lamrag didn't always like to stay put. 

"Jesus Christ, your stupid cat nearly gave me a heart attack," Becky said in exasperation, holding a hand to her heart as she looked up at the friendly, clumsy creature, a look of disgust on her face. 

"Hey, don't speak about causes of death so lightly.." Taylor muttered, crossing her arms and giving Becky a pout.

Becky sighed and shrugged, shivering slightly as she glanced down the street towards her house, "Hey, look, dead girl," she said, suddenly fed up with everything, "The only way I can figure out about bringing you back to life, is by talking to my dad. And I'm just telling you, he's not the friendliest of wizards. Are you sure you want to be alive that badly?"

"Yes! And don't call me dead girl," Taylor said with a huff, glaring down at Becky.

"How'd you die anyway?" Becky asked, ignoring Taylor's anger.

Jesse looked over at Becky, his eyes wide, "Oh my god, Becky, you can't just ask someone how they died!" 

"Listen, lets just... go to your dads house and see what he can do! Maybe he won't be a bad mood?" Danny suggested, staying positive, as all elves did. 

Becky gave a small sigh and an doubtful expression, "I mean, we CAN.... but I doubt it..." she mumbled.

"Please?" Taylor begged, clasping her ghostly hands, "I'll do anything to have a pulse again," she said, giving a pitiful pout. 

Jesse gave Becky a look, raising his eyebrows expectantly, "Let's just go," he mumbled, giving a small shrug. 

Becky rolled her eyes and flung her hands up, "Fine! But when my dad gives y'all an evil curse or something, don't blame it on me!" she said, turning on her heels and leading the mismatched group back down the road to her big, rambling house...




i really gotta go.. i might die from anxiety before i can post next week... #gottalovebeinginashow 

xoxo,
mercy