Foster's New Visitor
By The Sole Survivor
Author's Notes: Hello and welcome to another addition to my horrible collection of my stories. xD I had another brain storm.. literally. And I must say that I think I have completely gone ill. First, I was obsessed with Spongebob, then I was obsessed with Zim, then Timmy Turner, then Bloo, which is where this story falls into place. ... I feel very degraded, but this time I feel it's a good cause. Bloo's a blue blob! xD But I still think he's cute. I've always thought he was, but it never actually clicked. I don't know how it clicked, but it did. Anyway, I don't know if this'll be just a one-shot babble with no plot just to satisfy my curiosity or an actual story with a plot. No idea, but I just let my fingers talk for me. Anywho.. enjoy what my mind dictionary has brought forth for you.
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Chapter One... Moving
Grumbling, a steaming figure made their way down the corridor, stomping angrily into the principal's office for the umpteenth time that week. The victim closed the door with a slam and glared head on at the person who controlled her punishment. The authority figure behind the desk didn't even flinch at the student's hateful glare, but equally matched it with one of her own. Sitting down in the over-sized leather chair, she crossed her arms and slid down so that she could only see the principal's head.
"Look at me, Miss Maxell, when I speak to you." The gruff, manly voice spoke to her in a none too kind tone. Renee, the victim in question, raised her eyes stubbornly to meet her principal's, Ms. Clerk, or formally known as The Pimple. She obtained that nickname from the huge black mole that rested on her cheek. Renee always quivered slightly when she had to look at it. The old woman proclaimed as her principal stood and walked around her desk to face the student with another cold glare. "You do know that fighting is against the rules. And as in the rules declare, article 4; section 45, that if a student should participate in any rough violence, then that student is to be expelled and/or suspended until further notice."
"Look, lady, I don't read the stupid handbook. All of mine collect in the back of my closet and/or my garbage can." Renee stated, still cuddled up against herself with her arms crossed. She rolled her eyes when The Pimple sighed and shook her head, a stern glare on her face once more.
"Miss Maxell--"
"How many times do I have to tell you? My name is Ren."
"I don't make the rules, I just enforce them." Ms. Clerk walked back around the desk and sat down. "Now, I'm going to have to make a call to your parents to inform them of your violent behavior and angry additude. You are dismissed." Renee stood, grumbling incoherant words before slamming the door behind her. Once she heard footsteps echo down the hall, Ms. Clerk picked up the telephone by her computer and dialed in the often dialed number; Renee's mother. The principal waited patiently until a loud feminine voice declared loudly from the reciever,
"Please enjoy the music while your party is reached." Confused, she listened to the voice until a loud drum echo started to thump loudly in her ear. She yelped and dropped the phone, grabbing her ear which probably went 4 more deaf. She grumbled, much in the same fashion as Renee, and picked up the phone, readjusting her small green vest as the loud music stopped and a voice answered.
"Hello, whaddya want?" Assuming that she was Renee's mother, she began to speak, still shaking off her shock of the new technology.
"Hello, Ms. Maxell. This is Ms. Clerk from your daughter's school. I'm calling to report that Renee has been in more than one fight this week, and I'm sorry to say that she'll be expelled and/or suspended. Do you have any comments or restrictions?" Silence greeted her question as well as her statement. At first she thought Renee's mother hung up on her, but the loud screech provided otherwise.
"Whaaaaaat?!" Ms. Clerk sighed as she felt her ear ring once again, trying hard to keep her patience. Breathing heavily, the girl's mother continued much to the principal's dislike. "I've told that girl more than once that if she was in another fight, she would be in so much trouble!"
"Well, I'm sorry to say Ms. Maxell that Renee has been expelled until further notice. Might I suggest another school or perhaps homeschooling?" A sigh greeted her question and more silence echoed through the receiver.
"Ms. Clerk, terminate her schooling records. I'm moving her to another school across the country." The principal expected no more than a slight agreeable punishment, but one this extreme killed the mood. Shocked, she sputtered over the phone.
"Across the country? Excuse my intrusions, but isn't that a bit harsh to her standards? I was just talking about the school across the town, no need to send the girl across the country. Although, I assume that you're going with her?" Ms. Clerk asked timidly.
"Of course not. I have business to attend here. Besides, no need to worry. I'll arrange a place for her to stay otherwise." A small click was heard, signalling the conversation was over. Ms. Clerk sighed and set down the phone. Folding her hands together on top of her desk, she sighed again and mulled over the dillema. She was certain that Renee wasn't going to like this. Despite her dislike for the girl's additude, she knew Renee at least needed to know ahead of time. Picking up the intercom, she spoke into it, hearing her voice echo through the halls.
"Renee Maxell, please report back to the office. I have important news to tell you." Setting down the intercom, she waited no more than 10 seconds before the girl came back into the room, a sour expression on her face.
"You didn't need to use the echo thing, you know. I was right outside the door." Ms. Clerk's mouth made an 'o' shape as she watched Renee trek back to the leather chair she sat in moments before. Crossing her arms, Renee glanced back up at her principal, a little surprised when she didn't return her glare. "What is it?" She asked, a serious tone to her voice.
"Miss Maxell, I'm afraid to tell you that you're expelled from this school and will not be returning anytime soon." Expecting the girl to throw a tantrum, she was a little surprised when she raised an eyebrow and waved her hand as a sign to continue.
"And?" She asked, a bored expression on her face. The Pimple sighed and rubbed her forehead with two index fingers.
"I'm trying to tell you that I called your mother and she's sending you across the country to another school, Renee." It took a few moments for the girl to digest the information before she finally sat up straight and her eyebrows raised. "Yes, and she sounded very serious. I'm afraid that you won't be returning tomorrow, so I wanted to tell you ahead of time so you could say goodbye to your friends and whatnot." The 9 year old nodded and frowned thoughtfully.
"I won't have school tomorrow?" Ms. Clerk nodded then yelped when Renee raised a fist and yelled.
"Yes! Does this mean I can leave school grounds?" Renee frowned again when the principal shook her head. "Fine. Can I go now?" Ms. Clerk sighed and nodded.
"If you must." The girl got up and headed out the door, shutting it a little nicer than before, but still with a loud slam.
Ms. Clerk winced.
"Well, that's one less headache I have to deal with." In the halls, Renee walked sort of proudly through them toward her lunch period. When she entered, she saw that she'd left it in the same fashion as before, except the kid was gone and the janitor was cleaning up blood from the not-so-nice fight. Grinning, she spotted her best friend Lee walking toward her, his arms extended for a hug. She hugged him and laughed.
"I am so proud of you, girl!" He exclaimed, his spiked hair bouncing in his face. Lee has been her best friend since she was 5. They were both the same age, and born around the same time, Renee being the oldest. "You should've seen him after you left! He was crying so much it looked like he was crying blood!" She laughed but as soon as the information Ms. Clerk told her of moving, she instantly felt sad, now realizing that she was leaving her best friend. Sensing her declining mood, he lowered his arms and took her by the arm, leading her to their 'talking spot' by the park outside the school. Once there, he pushed her gently into the swing, setting himself in the once beside her. "What's the matter, Ren?"
"Lee, I have to tell you something." She started and began to swing. As she did, she felt his eyes on her, and it was tearing her apart. She felt a lump in her throat and tears well up in her eyes the more she thought about it. She felt her limbs begin to shake as she swung and she stopped swinging altogether. Lee stopped swinging too and lowered his eyebrows in concentration. He's seen her in many moods, but never has he seen her so upset and so sad over something he didn't know about.
"What is is?" He asked, not even wincing when she let out a choked sob. Renee got up and walked to the tree where they always sat before school began and during lunch. She leaned against it and waited for Lee, and as soon as she felt his presence, she threw her arms around him, letting her tears flow freely down her cheeks. She buried her face in the soft folds of his shirt, feeling so much comfort from him when he put his arms around her. "Oh my gosh, Ren, what happened?" He kneeled them on the ground by the tree and cradled her.
"Lee, I'm moving." She muttered and tightened her hold.
"What?"
"I'm moving. Across the country to another school." Having her head against his chest gave her access to listening to his heartbeat, and when she felt it literally skip a beat before speeding up, she knew he was upset too.
"Moving?!" He screeched, standing up and leaving her on the ground. "Why in the hell are you moving?!" His eyes burned with fire she was almost too guilty to look into them. Renee stood and wrapped her arms around herself, knowing Lee had reached his anger point.
"Because of that fight. The Pimple called my mother and she's sending me to another school across the country." She sighed and sat near the trunk of the tree, laying her head on her knees. "I don't know who to blame, my mother or Ms. Clerk." She wimpered.
"Alright, this is a sad moment, but this is gettting pathetic." Surprised at his sudden calm voice, she lifted her tear streaked face to meet his. He was kneeling in front of her, staring at her with his deep green eyes no longer burning. He grabbed her hands and held them while he spoke to her. "Renee, you're moving, not out of reach to me." She sniffed as he released one of her hands to wipe away the trail of tears from her eyes. She smiled softly and he stood her up. "I'll still be in contact, you know that." As Renee processed his words, she realized he was right.
"My God, I feel so weak right now." She admitted before kicking the tree behind her. He laughed and hugged her. "I'm gonna head home, alright? You wanna come with?" She asked once she was released. Lee shook his head and smiled softly.
"School's still in session, my lady." He laughed at her expression. "But I'll have my cell on just in case." Walking up to her, he seized her chin in his hand, and brought her mouth to his in a soft kiss. She squeaked with surprise, too stunned to do anything more than freeze at his contact. After what seemed like forever to both of them, he leaned back, grinning like there was no tomorrow. "Talk to ya later, Ren." He ran back in the school, laughing when she yelled after him.
"Hey! That was uncalled for, mister!" Snarling, she picked up a wooden chip from the ground and tossed it at him, glaring when it didn't even go to it's intended target. She sighed before grinning, then jogged off to her house.
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When she entered her house, she made a beeline for her bedroom. As she entered, she quickly shut the door moments after she was on the other side. Sighing, she walked to her bed that was messy and unmade, but that suited her just fine. Just before she nodded off to sleep, she heard loud footsteps echoing down the hall to her bedroom. She groaned and rolled over, not wanting to deal with Anya at that point in time. Anya was her older sister and the first thing people notice about her is that she's overweight. The second thing they notice is probably her not-so-tidy hair. The door to her room swung open as her sister stood, a bathtowel rapped tightly around her upper body.
"Hey, stupid, Mom said you're leaving tonight, so get packed." Anya mumbled and shut the door with a slam. Renee scooted over to her wall and started to bang her head against it.
"Well, gee, thanks for telling me." She said to herself, almost sarcastically. Renee got up and began to pull out all of the clothes she wanted to take. The rest, she figured her mother would disgard of them or something. Packing the clothes she wanted in a small suitcase, along with the essentials, she pulled the straps over her shoulder and grabbed the necklace Lee got her for her birthday. Shutting the door behind her, she got out her key and locked her door for privacy reasons, even though she'd probably never see her room again. Walking down the hall almost sukily, she entered the living room where her mother sat watching a Lifetime movie. "Hey mother, I'm packed. Let me know when I'm leaving."
"Oh, Renee, you're home!" Her mother exclaimed and got up, crossing the room to hug her youngest daughter. "I'm sorry to have to do this, honey, but I feel it's for the best. Plus, I told you that if you got in one more fight, I would send you to another school, and this is the only option I could think of to get you away from that friend of yours." Renee paused and stared at her.
"You mean Lee? He's my best friend, mother." She gave her a stern look.
"Even so, he's a bad influence on you." Renee sighed, agrivated, when her mother walked back to her chair to continue her movie. That signaled the end of the conversation. She tightened her hold on her bag that held all her clothes and essentials and made her way outside. She knew one thing; where ever she was going, it was going to be a foster home.
Chapter End
... Hey don't ask me why I put the 'Chapter End' thing. I usually just put --- , but I felt I had to let the uneducated know... Haha.. just kidding, I'm not THAT cruel. But, this is a new story I'm working on with Foster's. Review away!