Final Draft WA-4

The Wedding

Chapter 1

I was minding my own business in a corner of the little building, right near my little hole in the wall. Today, a crowd filtered in to my home, rudely disturbing my peaceful rest. I was frustrated, because the same crowd typically came once a week, but they had come yesterday as well. Before my very eyes, men in horrid black suits, and women in distasteful dresses had filtered in through the doors, and had begun to sit down in the seats.

The organ lady had nearly stepped on me, as she made her way to the organ, and had proceeded to bang out some of the most awful sounds I had ever heard. A ridiculously dressed woman, in a white sack had flounced up the aisle between all of the benches and was now standing hand in hand with a terribly ugly man who kept scratching his nose. I couldn't decide whether to let them finish their little celebration, or shoo them out of my home. After I had put up with an old lady sneezing all over my favorite prayer book, and a brat stealing some candles from a side table, I made my decision. I would scare these freaks out! I sauntered out on my hind legs, onto the steps in front of the altar.

I came to a halt in the center of the steps, right in front of the podium. Knowing that the humans were no doubt awed by my powerful presence, I raised my claws high into the air, and put an immediate stop to the preaching going on behind me with a high squeak. "Ladies and gentlemen," I began grandly, but I was cut off by a screech. "Rat!" It was the sneezing hag. Raising my claw indignantly, I was about to put a stop to the terrible noise coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, I saw the priest running after me with his heavy book. "Good," I squeaked, "finish her!" But, suddenly, the old man flipped the book high above his head, and brought it down as hard as his skinny little arms could muster. I dodged his frail attempt easily. I scolded him, "She's over there, stupid!!" Nevertheless, he brought the book down again, and everything went black....

Chapter 2
The wooden door creaked open. I shivered, feeling a chilly draft filtering in through the door behind me. I wasn't entirely sure that the old man who was walking me down the aisle was going to make it all the way up to the altar. Just then, I saw my fiancé’s great aunt, who waved enthusiastically at me. I smiled coolly, remembering her four hour long speech at our rehearsal dinner; half of the guests had fallen asleep.

Suddenly, she sneezed. I watched a naughty little boy putting some candles in his pocket. I saw Jim, standing with his best man. Before I could reach him, I saw something dart across the stairs underneath the altar, where the priest stood. It looked like a rat. It came to a stop in front of the podium, and I saw a tail. It raised two little arms, and let out a humongous squeak, louder than the blaring organ. The church went silent.

As I stared, the old man escorting me fainted. I supported him with one arm, and held myself up using a pew. The rat began to squeak angrily at the congregation, and I heard a scream. It was Jim’s great aunt. The priest sprinted forward and thwacked at the rat with a bible. The rodent easily evaded the old man, and it pointed a skinny arm at the priest, and began to squeak.

As the incredible scene unfolded, I began to question my decision to marry Jim. While I was busy holding up an old man, he was scratching his nose in awe of the cheeky rat. Furious, I yelled angrily at him, "forget this; we're so totally over!"

He didn't turn around as I stormed out of the building, tearing off my veil. I kicked the limo driver out into the street, climbed into the car, and tore off down the street, hoping never to see Jim or his great aunt again.