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Prompt: Incoporate the following five movie titles into the story *Hocus Pocus *The Sixth Sense *The Village *What Lies Beneath *The Fog Word Count – approx 2100 (including full lyrics and embedded lyrics) VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV You live your life in the songs you hear on your rock and roll radio "I understand, Mrs. Rollins. Angie is a special girl. But I don't think there is any more we can do for her at our school. Her... uh... condition... just doesn't allow her to really integrate with the other students." Principal Duggan tried his best to be diplomatic. "Please, Mr. Duggan. Can't you try again? We've run out of options. We want Angie to lead as normal a life as possible. I know she will never be as much as we had hoped she would, but she can still learn." Amy Rollins eyes began oozing tears of desperation. "I'm just a teacher, Mrs. Rollins. We at Wilson High don't have any experience with these types of children. I know Angie doesn't mean any harm, but we have tried all year to have her leave her radio at home, or at least in her locker. When she turns it on in class, it creates chaos. I have nothing against "rock and roll" music, or dancing, for that matter. But the classroom isn't the place for it. Every time she turns the radio on in class, she stands up and dances around the room. All the other students laugh, and some even join in. We can't have that behaviour in our school." "See, it's good for her to be around friends." Amy's tears now rolled down her cheeks. "They are not friends, Mrs. Rollins. They laugh at her and make fun of her. It's not healthy for Angie." and when a young girl doesn't have any friends it's a really nice place to go "Mr. Duggan, can't we just try once more? For Angie's sake." "No Mrs. Rollins. I have discussed it with all of the teachers and staff and with the Parent's Association. You must withdraw Angie from the school." folks hoping you'd turn out cool but they had to take you out of school *** "Hey Brent, did you hear they finally kicked that nutbag out of the school?" Rodney tossed the football to Brent while they ambled home from practice. "Really? She is weird, isn't she? Mr. Bourassa, in French class calls it "touché". Playing the radio and dancing in class. Too bad, though. It really made math class go by fast when she got going. Can you believe all that Hocus Pocus stuff she was chanting? She seemed to really like it when I got up and danced with her. Did you see when I ran my hands up her sides? She wriggled like a porn star." Brent missed the pass as he visualized the classroom encounter. "She would make a good porn star – with that body – wow. For a retard, she is really built. I'd like to get into her pants. I'll bet she'd be good at it too. Even retards needs some servicing." Rodney didn't even notice that the ball toss ritual had stopped as they expressed their lust for the simple young girl. you're a little touched you know Angie baby *** Sitting on her bed, Angie held her portable radio close to her ample breasts. Her eyes glazed over as she stared into space. Her hand dipped to the switch and Aerosmith filled the room with "Love on an Elevator." The radio fell on its side, on the bed, when Angie stood and pranced around the room. Her long auburn hair floated above her head as she bounced in perfect rhythm to the music. A silhouetted figure of a male appeared before her glazed eyes. She touched his hands and the two "lovers" danced in circles around the room. Angie's dress flared out as she spun circles, revealing her shapely legs leading up to her bare womanhood. She was in a trance as she gyrated to the words "living it up while going down." The silhouette crouched to caress her, while her head floated backwards to the pounding beat. lovers appear in your room each night as they whirl across the floor "Angie, Angie." Her father always knocked at the worst time. "Angie, come on now. Please turn the radio off and get into bed. You need your sleep." Once again, Angie sat alone in her room. Dad always scared them away, just when she was getting into it. Sometimes she hated her dad; he always spoiled her fun. but they always seem to fade away when your daddy taps on your door Angie girl are you alright? tell the radio goodnight all alone once more Angie baby *** "Did you see that? She isn't wearing anything underneath her dress." Brent and Rodney were hiding in the darkness, peering into Angie's room. "Wow, she can really move. I'll bet she'd look good on top of me." Brent was enthralled with the vision he'd just seen. Who cared if she was retarded, she still had all the right parts. "I'm going to do that girl one of these days, just you wait and see. Especially now that I know What Lies Beneath that cotton dress." "Big talk. You go ahead and dream all you want. I'm going to The Village . You coming?" Rodney didn't feel right spying on the girl. "No, I think I'll stick around for a while and see if she goes at it some more. The Sixth Sense in me says there's more to come." Brent stayed behind the shrubs, near Angie's window, waiting for more eye candy, while Rodney headed home. Brent stared at the window, hoping the blinds would snap back up. He jumped when he heard a car door slam, then another. The garage door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Rollins drove out. They were dressed to the nines, like they were going to some formal function. Angie wasn't with them - this was his chance. stopping at her house is a neighbour boy with evil on his mind 'cause he's been peeking in Angies room at the night through the window blind Brent could feel himself getting aroused as he rang the doorbell. Angie didn't say a word when she opened the door. "Hi Angie, remember me? Brent, from math class. We danced, remember?" He closed the door behind him as he followed Angie to her room. She seemed to float as she glanced over her shoulder with a strange grin. He watched her loose fitting dress waft back and forth as she swung her hips, as if in time to music, that only she could hear. He knew what was under that dress, and he wanted some. "Wanna do some more dancing? We never really got much of a chance in class. The teacher, you know. I could show you a few moves, and I'll bet you have a few you could show me." The bulge in his pants kept him from moving too fast as he entered her bedroom. Angie kept the seductive grin on her face, but still didn't utter a word. This was looking promising. I see your folks have gone away won't you dance with me today I'll show you how to have a good time Angie baby As the bedroom door closed behind him, Brent started to feel light-headed as he inhaled the pungent odour of incense. It was probably the excitement, of what he knew was about to happen. The scene was surreal, like he was walking across a stage, but there was no audience, no applause. Why should there be? This performance didn't need an audience. Angie touched the switch on the radio. Brent couldn't identify the tune that kept getting louder. As the volume grew, Brent's head felt like it was rotating. Then his whole body followed him in spinning; the room filled with clouds and multicolored lights, flashing in his eyes. Angie held her arms out straight from either shoulder, as she rotated with her hair floating straight out from her head. Her dress flared, again revealing the paradise that Brent sought, but he couldn't control his movements needed to satisfy his hunger. In The Fog, confusion trumped lust, as Brent drifted far from reality. when he walks in the room he feels confused like he walked into a play and the music's so loud it spins him around till his soul has lost its way Angie stopped spinning, but Brent didn't. He felt like a puppet, but there were no strings. He couldn't control his body; some unseen force was managing all of his moves. Angie watched, with the same seductive smile, as she reached for the radio. Her fingers touched the volume control and, the sound began to shrink – and Brent felt like he was shrinking too - or the room was growing. The radio became enormous, as a gigantic Angie held it to her breast. The front of the radio opened like a garage door, and Brent floated into the black hole that was the radio speaker. and as she turns the volume down he's getting smaller with the sound it seems to pull him off the ground no more the radio is bound never to be found *** "Mr. Rollins?" The uniformed officer inquired at the front door. "Yes, that's me. Is there something wrong officer?" Mr. Rollins appeared confused at the unexpected visitor. Amy hung over Will's shoulder, hoping this had nothing to do with Angie. "We are investigating a missing person. Brent Gordon, a 17 year old high school student at your daughter's school. His friend Rodney, said he saw him near your house last week. That was the last time anyone saw him." The young policeman spoke in a deep monotone voice. "Angie doesn't go to that school any more. Actually she's not attending school at all right now. She's a special needs child and has had trouble fitting in." Will informed the officer. "Can we talk to your daughter, Sir?" "I'm not sure what good that will do. Angie is difficult to communicate with. I'll bring her out, but don't push her too much. She can get agitated." The officer tried a variety of methods to bring Angie out of her shell. No matter what he tried, Angie just sat, rocking back and forth. Her eyes staring into space, while her mouth held a satisfied smile, and she clutched her radio tight to her breast. The officer left - satisfied that Angie would be of no help in his investigation. *** "YOUNG BOY MISSING – FEARED DEAD" the headlines read that a boy disappeared and everyone thinks he died *** Angie turned on the radio and started dancing to the music. She swirled around her bedroom, with her dress and hair flaring out as she spun at full speed. She collapsed on the bed, grabbing the radio and holding it tight to her breast. Her lips formed a broad smile, as she peered inside the radio. except a crazy girl with a secret lover who keeps him satisfied it's so nice to be insane no one asked you to explain radio by your side Angie baby *************** Angie Baby – by Helen Reddy (1974) Written by Alan O'Day http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/h/helen_reddy/angie_baby.html You live your life in the songs you hear on your rock and roll radio and when a young girl doesn't have any friends it's a really nice place to go folks hoping you'd turn out cool but they had to take you out of school you're a little touched you know Angie baby Lovers appear in your room each night as they whirl across the floor but they always seem to fade away when your daddy taps on your door Angie girl are you alright? tell the radio goodnight all alone once more Angie baby Chorus Angie baby you're a special lady living in a world of make believe well maybe Stopping at her house is a neighbour boy with evil on his mind 'cause he's been peeking in Angies room at the night through the window blind I see your folks have gone away won't you dance with me today I'll show you how to have a good time Angie baby When he walks in the room he feels confused like he walked into a play and the music's so loud it spins him around till his soul has lost it's way and as she turns the volume down he's getting smaller with the sound it seems to pull him off the ground no more the radio is bound never to be found The headlines read that a boy disappeared and everyone thinks he died except a crazy girl with a secret lover who keeps him satisfied it's so nice to be insane no one asked you to explain radio by your side Angie baby Chorus Angie baby you're a special lady living in a world of make believe well maybe
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