My life before
Hi, so...okay, this is my 1st fanfic, so 'lil flames are aloud. Be nice Improvements are welcome. And compliments (hint hint).
Anyway, I decided to do this story on Penelope, as who doesn't like her? (Retorical question) She's not my favorate, but hey:) This is a human ham fic, just so you know. Oh, yeah, the ---Penelope is...--- are flashbacks. Seriously, don't be put off by Penelope when she's young. You were like that once too. Hopefully it'll get better though...
Disclaimer: I don't own Hamtaro.
My name is Penelope Hall. I am 16 years old. I go to St. Katheryn's all girls school. My favorate colour is yellow.My eyes are brown and my hair is brown. I'm right handed.
Basically, I'm not the most interesting person you'll ever come across.
I have a crush on a boy who almost certainly doesn't like me back.
My best friend is Pashmina, even though she's 3 years older than me (so she's 19). She still treats me like I'm 2 and the only words I can say are 'ookyoo'. Whenever I say anything different she seems extremely impressed, but I don't mind. It's kind of funny.
I can remember when I actually was 2, funnily enough. I used to get so frustrated that nobody could understand me, other than Pashmina.
Then when I turned 3, my vocabulary expanded. I could say ookyoo and ookwee. Impressive.
Eventually, people could understand me by the age of 4. And only when people could understand me, could I understand them, what was really happening. That's when things...changed. And things kept getting more and more different as time passed.
---Penelope is 4---
Mummy and daddy are in the kitchen, yelling at each other again. I don't know why. I'm in the hall, ready to go to nursery. I even have my shoes on.
"Mummy?" I yell. "Mummy, can we go now?"
"Wait a minute, Penelope!" She screams. What did I do wrong?
"Don't take it out on Penelope!" Daddy says, all nice and calm, even though he's glaring nastily at mummy. Then again, mummy's glaring nastily back too.
"Come on, Penelope, then. Get in the car. Now." Yes! At last! I skip out of the house, and breathe in the fresh air. It feels cold and sharp, but I like it. Mummy gives daddy one last mean look, then slams the door.
Daddy opens the door again. "Bye, love." He calls to me. Mummy snorts.
"Bye bye daddy!" I jump in the car and wave goodbye. Then we're off down the road. I beam - today's going to be a good day - well for me anyway. Mummy seems stressed.
A few minutes later, we're outside the nursery. I hope I'm the first one there - then I'll get to choose the best colouring pencils.
I leap out the car. "Bye, mummy, I love you!"
"Bye, dear." Then she drives off. She probably didn't hear me say 'I love you', or she would've said 'I love you, too.' Oh well.
I run into nursery. I'm not the first one, though. Cappy's here too.
"Hi Cappy."
"Hi Penelope. Don't worry, I saved you the good colouring pencils."
"Really? THANKYOU!" I smile. Then I sit down. Cappy really did get the good ones, all the colours of the rainbow. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, pink, purple...I line them all up, then grab a piece of paper. Now, what to draw...?
"What're you drawing, Cappy?" I ask.
"My house. What are you going to draw?"
"Uuuuum...a rainbow!" I pick up the red pencil first, and draw a long, curved line. Then orange, then all the rest. I also draw some grass and the sun, for good measure.
"There." I say. "Finished."
"Wow, that's really good!" Cappy says.
"Yours is too, Cappy. But why are the bricks blue?"
"I like blue."
"Oh."
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Soon, nursery's over. I walk outside. Mummy's already waiting for me in the car. I get in.
"Hi, mummy!"
"Hello, dear. I'm sorry about this morning..."
"It's okay."
"Right. Well, what did you do today, honey?"
"WELL, me and Cappy drew some pictures. I drew a rainbow, and Cappy drew a house, but he did the bricks blue, and I don't know why. It looked good, anyway. Then me, Cappy, Pashmina, Sandy and Stan played house. I was the baby, Pashmina the mummy, Stan the daddy, Sandy the teenager and Cappy was the dog. It was fun. Then we-"
"Lovely dear." Mummy inturupts.
"Oh...well, what're we having for tea?"
"Chicken pie."
"Aaaaaah, NOOOOOOOOO! Can't we have sausage and chips? I HATE chicken pie!"
"No." Mummy snaps. Huh. She's not seeing my picture of a rainbow now, so ya boo.
When we get home, daddy's car is gone. "Where's daddy?" I ask.
"Out."
"No, I know that. Where?"
"He's out. To see a friend, I guess."
"Okay." I get out the car and run up to the door. It's locked, so I can't get in. Mummy's so slow at walking, it'll take like, 10 whole minutes for me to actually get inside.
Ok, it only took 10 seconds, but still. My point still stands.
Mummy goes off into the kitchen, where she and daddy were argueing before, to make some tea, I guess. Tea's yucky. I'd much rather have a chocolate milkshake, or Ribena. Chicken pie's yucky too. We better have a nice pudding...well, by we, I mean I. I eat at 5, mummy 6, and daddy 7. I think it's because he gets back later. I don't really mind.
I walk into the lounge to watch TV. Soon enough, I have to get that awful chicken pie down my throat. Gross. Then daddy comes home, and mummy sends me to my room for no reason. I have a bubble bath instead though, then brushed my teeth. I didn't think mummy or daddy would mind, but they did. And I got sent to my room again.
Jeez.
It's not like I was rude, I just had a bath. I mean, come on.
So I just went to my room because I didn't want to get into even MORE trouble.
Neither daddy or mummy saw my rainbow picture. I'll have to show them tomorow, if they're not argueing again...
I wish.
I climb into bed, and fall asleep almost instantly...
Only to be awiken 10 minutes later by the sound of mummy and daddy argueing again. I shove my pillow over my head but I can still hear them, clear as a bell.
I get out of bed, really quietly, and tip toe downstairs. I might as well listen in, what harm could it do? They woke me up, after all.
I press my ear up against the door.
"Where were you today?" I hear mummy ask daddy. So she didn't know, after all.
"I told you, I was out with my friends!"
"Where?"
"Pub."
"Yeah, right. Of course."
"I was! Why would I lie?"
Silence. Suddenly I hear the phone ring - no one picks it up, so the person leaves a message.
"Hey, George! (Penelope's dad) It's Fred. Just ringing to see if you'd like to go to the pub or somewhere else again next week, too. After all, today was fun, eh? Anyway, see ya, mate!" Beep.
"Now do you believe me, Christine?"
Mummy's silent.
"Hmm?" Daddy carries on.
"Yes...I'm so sorry, George, I just thought..." What did mummy think? Sleepy dust is filling up my eyes, so I decide to go back to bed.
Quietly, I stumble up to my bedroom and fall asleep.
Yeah, I know that chapter very very boring, but hey. As I said it will (hopefully) get better.
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