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You can't always trust what the TV tells you. The television screen twists and distorts reality. There is one person for whom this is most true: Dora the Explorer.
Sure, she may seem nice and adorable. She's a little girl who goes on adventures with her money friend, Boots, and teaches children basic Spanish, right?
WRONG.
In reality Dora is the most hardcore, no-nonsense, ruthless little girl you will ever meet. I should know. My best friend, Amanda, and I were her apprentices.
Dora means business. She has to in a world where fictional characters are constantly fighting for your mind. That's why you must go through a specialized training program before you can get a permit to write fiction.
Amanda and I went to Dora. She's the best. She only accepts 2 students for every year-long training program. Amanda and I were very fortunate to be chosen. Dora believed that both of our stories had great potential.
Training was hellish, but it was well worth it. We learned how to use all of the vital tools: Map, Backpack, and seat belts for safety.
Amanda and I graduated successfully after the program and received our writing permits. As we wrote we took extra precautions to make sure our characters stayed on the safe and not in our minds.
That was before Brandon.
Brandon: Amanda's amazing villain. He was handsome, charming, ruthless, the perfect villain. Too perfect. He began to grow powerful and jealous. It wasn't enough for him to be perfect in Amanda's book, he wanted to be the perfect villain. He wanted to escape the pages and inhabit the Page. Through Amanda he could execute his plan.
Brandon struck quickly when Amanda was at her weakest. He infiltrated her dreams and penetrated her consciousness. Amanda never woke up, but Brandon did. I went over to Amanda's house after I called her multiple times and got no answer. I felt that something was wrong.
When I knocked on the door, Brandon answered.
"What have you done with my muffin?" I demanded.
"Silly girl, Amanda meant nothing to me in the scheme of things. How could you not see that? It was only blazingly obvious." Brandon replied in his intoxicating voice.
I was panicking. I would be lost without my muffin. Suddenly, I heard Dora's voice echo through my mind. "Swiper no swiping." It said. All of my training rushed back to me.
"Brandon no swiping." I said weakly.
"I can't stop now! Oh no. I've come to far!"
"BRANDON NO SWIPING!!" I screamed. "Dora taught me how to handle these situations!"
Amanda punched Brandon in the face and stood for a moment to ponder the shame of ruining such a gorgeous face. Then she turned to her muffin, "Dora's taught you well."
"Tis a shame indeed that such a beautiful face must be shattered." I replied, "But it's for the greater good."
I linked arms with Amanda and we skipped gloriously off into Muffinland together.
THE END.
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Mine isn't as great, but I shall share it since I promised my muffin that I would do so:
The jungle was dark at this time of night. The backpack was
heavy on my shoulders. I opened up the map that I had been given and spread it
out on the damp ground. My partner and sole companion was standing above me,
watching for thieves and other animals. I hurriedly chanted the small song that
I had been taught. “I’m the map. I’m the map. I’m the map.” It was a boring yet
crucial step in survival. I couldn't see the path that was supposed to appear
on the map, though. It was pitch black. I muttered something under my breath.
“What?” My
companion, Sarah, whispered.
“Nothing.”
I said irritably, regretting my tone. I
fumbled around in the violet backpack for a while. My hand closed around the
flashlight, but I couldn't lift it. I sighed and looked up, “You need to do
this part.”
I stood up
and watched my friend’s back as she muttered Spanish into the backpack. Soon
she had the flashlight in her hands and was examining the map. “Okay.” She
announced. “We simply need to keep going through the jungle. There should be a
banana tree on the left. After that we cross the bridge and we should be at the
magic cave by noon.” She said, pointing at the map.
I nodded
and wrapped the map up. Sarah put the backpack back on and brought out a
machete. She began slashing at the vines in front of us. I followed her,
pointing my pistol behind me in case we were to get attacked. After a while of
hearing nothing but our own breathing and footsteps, I heard Sarah whisper,
“Amanda! Swiper!” I turned to see a man standing in our path. He held a machete
similar to Sarah’s. Sarah shone the flashlight beam into his face.
“Gosh! Will
you please turn that dang thing off? What, are you trying to blind me or
something?” He wore a fedora and a pinstriped suit.
“You came
all the way out here in a suit?” I asked.
The man
shrugged, “It’s all about the style, is it not?”
Neither I nor Sarah said anything.
Swiper
began to walk forward, “So, you are the two ‘chosen ones?’ The next big
explorers?”
“One more
step and I’ll shoot you.”
“No you
won’t!” Swiper laughed as he continued to walk towards us.
I shot him.
He fell to the ground with a thud.
Sarah
looked over to me, “That was uncalled for.”
I shrugged.
“How many things would be solved if the good guy just shot the bad guy when he
had the chance?”
Sarah
shrugged and stepped over the body, continuing down the path.
The rest of
our journey was quite uneventful. Once we arrived at the cave, we called out
for Dora to come and greet us. “We did it! We did it!” I yelled. Dora jumped
down from the trees, congratulating us.
And then
Seal Team 6 came in and attacked us all, apparently Dora was in cahoots with
the terrorists…..
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Kay so, that's all. haha.
Much love,
Amanda. :)
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