A/N: I'm afraid this will be the last chapter in our adventure. But fear not! I will continue to write, and I need opinions on whether or not I should have a sequel. I actually have no idea because I haven't written the chapter yet! So. I'm gonna do that now.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing. If I did, Kel would have more than four books! But I don't, so she doesn't. -Sigh-Pie Domination
When we last left our heroes, Alanna and Jon were in an epic battle! Ok, so it was a pie eating contest. Can't a narrator spruce up the story a little? Geez.
Flashback to last chapter:
Jon: -Gulps- "I changed my mind! I challenge you to a pie eating contest!"
Alanna: "Ok!" –Pulls out fork grinning evilly-
Me: "Ok, the first one to eat their 50 pies wins! Ready…Set…Go!"
Alanna and Jon: -Starts eating pies at a rather scary rate-
Flashback over! Yay!
Me: "Alanna has now eaten more than half her pies! Jon, has yet to eat a piece of his."
Jon: "I, I don't like being under pressure! Stop looking at me!!!" –Cringes-
Kel: "Yay! Go Alanna!"
Jon: "Don't you like me Kel?"
Kel: "No, not really. You put me on probation, remember?"
-Wlydon appears in ballerina tutu-
Wlydon: "I did too! Wee!" –Twirls away-
Kel: -Cough- "Well. That was awkward."
Me: "Look! Alanna is on her last pie! And Jon still hasn't taken a bite. I wonder who will win? Note sarcasm."
Jon: "But I didn't hear you say go!" –Starts crying hysterically-
Alanna: "As the Pie Eating Champion, I say that you shall wear a dress for every night during Midwinter! MWAHAHA!"
Jon: -Considers- "Is it a pretty dress?"
Alanna: "No! It's the one you got me last Midwinter!"
Jon: "What?!?! No!" –Throws a tissyfit- (A/N: Sorry, I doubt I spelled that right)
Everyone: -Points and laughs at Jon-
Me: "And now we take leave our heroes all, perhaps we will meet them at Midwinter's ball?"
Everyone: -Starts laughing at the authors pathetic attempt at poetry.-
Me: "Hey! I said the story was over! Now. Go POOF or something."
-Everything goes POOF-
Final A/N: Now that's better isn't it? I need opinions! Like I tried to say in my horrific attempt at poetry, should I write about the ball? I don't know…Review and tell me!