A/N: My first Scooby Doo fic! Guess I wanted to take a break from writing mg shoujo-ai fic for TSR. Scooby Doo was the first cartoon I appreciated wholeheartedly, because of that really great character Velma Dinkley! This fic is about her and an 7th grade student named Dylan James. Well, Velma thought Dylan was the girl-next-door type…but for the first time ever, Ms. Dinkley got her calculations all mixed up.
It was 6th period for Dylan James' class. Dylan is a 7th grader studying in Coolsville Middle School. She and her peers are bored out of their wits as their Social Studies teacher went on twittering about how different people contribute to their communities. It was really a drag listening to the darn guy. Why do they need to learn any of these any way? Any idiot knows that every community has their respective doctors, policemen, teachers, manual laborers, etc., so why bother?
"This thing…stinks on ice…" Dylan said under her breath. She leaned even harder on her seat, as she watched her classmates discretely groaning and complaining. Dylan eyed the teacher as he went to his desk and got a bunch of papers for each one of the students. Now, Dylan wasn't stupid or clueless. She knew where the lesson was going at from the beginning.
"Oh…here it comes…" She murmured.
"Okay class, I'm now going to distribute your aptitude test papers…" The teacher said, handing over some of the papers to the students in the front row. "You will receive the results tomorrow, the same day you will get to spend the day with a person in your probable career." Dylan smiled a little. Anything was better at this point than to get stuck on this creaky old desk in school. Dylan received the last paper in her row, since she sat in the back. She looked at the questions and choices and gave a smirk. As you may have noticed, she's quite the punk-brat type of girl.
"Here goes nothing." She got a pen and started shading in the little circles of her choice. It didn't take long before she finished the test ahead of the class. She looked at her paper again. She then remembered her last aptitude test back in the 5th grade. She goofed around and made a giant D out of the choices and ended up working in a supermarket as an aisle sweeper. She shuddered a little. This time, she made sure she took it seriously and selected the choices honestly according to her interests and ambitions.
"Well…I hope I don't have to work in CoolsMart again this time."
Later that day, in Mystery Inc. headquarters…"I wonder who'll get to be my student tomorrow?" Velma Dinkley asked Daphne, who was busy trying on a new color of nail polish.
"…Acetone." Daphne said out of the blue.
"Excuse me?" Velma asked in confusion. "My student's going to be acetone?" Daphne finally came to her senses.
"What? Oh, sorry, Velms! You were saying?" Daphne responded, recovering from being dazed. Velma shook her head and leaned back on the sofa. Suddenly, the doorbell sounded.
"Ri'll ret rit!" Scooby volunteered. The Great Dane went to the door and answered it. It was Shaggy carrying a big box of pizza. Scooby licked his lips in excitement.
"Rum! Rizza!" The dog snatched the box and ran off to the kitchen.
"You owe me $20, Scooby Doo!" Shaggy snapped at Scooby. He then saw the girls in the living room. "Hey, girls!"
"Does this color make my fingers look knobby?" Daphne greeted him with a question about nail polish. Shaggy made no answer.
"Hey, Shag. Scooby took off with the pizza again?" Velma sat up from the sofa.
"Yeah. Another one of these tricks, and I'm sending him to obedience school alone!"
"You don't even have the nerve to send Scooby to the bathroom alone."
"Yeah, I know." Shaggy gave a quick raise of his shoulders and smiled. Then he remembered something. "Like, I found this is the mailbox. I think it came from the school. It's for you, Velms." Shaggy showed her a big brown envelope. There was "Ms. Velma Dinkley" printed on the envelope, and under it were the words "Coolsville Middle School". She opened the envelope and found her student's dossier inside.
"It's my student." Velma said to herself. Daphne got up from her seat and came to see what Shag and Velms are reading.
"Hey, what's that?" She said, then blowing on her nails.
"Like, it's Velma's student for Career Day." Shaggy explained. "This is his or her profile."
"Oh…" Daphne had her curiosity satisfied. "WHY DON'T I GET TO BE A MENTOR FOR CAREER DAY!!!???"
Shaggy could only laugh. Velma was eyeing the dossier carefully, being the analytical person she is.
"So, like what does it say?" Shaggy asked.
"Well, the kid's name is Dylan James, female, 13 years old." Responded the bespectacled girl. "Hmm…sounds like the girl-next-door type."
"Where's her picture?" Daphne expected for a picture. But the slot for the picture remained empty. "I hate cliffhangers!!!" Velma continued reading.
"It says her hobbies include writing, drawing, playing video games…" Velma scanned the paper. "Reading, playing the guitar…"
"Seems pretty normal to me." Daphne interrupted. But then Velma paused for a while.
She then finally broke out, "Check this out. Her interests include occult materials, mystery or murder novels, researching on the paranormal, ghost stories, intriguing questions about religions, séances, voodoo-"
"Voodoo!? Zoinks! Okay, not so normal!!!" Shaggy jerked, hoping Velma would just stop reading the dossier. To his relief, she closed the dossier, a little stream of cold sweat trickling down the side of her face.
"…Tomorrow's gonna be quite…interesting…"
12/2/04 chapter finish date