Hi, for those of you who are reading this I'm TheLittleGrimSoldier. This is my first ever fan fiction I ever written in my life, so I'm a little nervous about this. If I made any mistakes in this fan fiction please let me know in the reviews, I'm open to any constructive critisism that'll help me with this story.
This is a Zootopia fan fiction, I watched the movie and it was AWESOME. I might be a little too late, but I really want to do this.
The first chapter might not feature anything related to Zootopia so forgive me if you're not happy with that.
Disclaimer: Zootopia belongs to Disney not me. I only own G.V. Kang, this story, and any characters not from Zootopia
Let's Begin.
As G.V. rubs her eyes from the flash of the annoying paparazzi and press, she makes herself comfortable in the bus seat she recently got on after tagging along with her cousin Imogen, or Molly, to escape the celebrity-crazy horde. Her tense body relaxes, and her breathing slows as she drops her duffle bag next to her.
This was the fifth time this happened today. The media has no mercy for celebrities, or their spawn in this case. For christ's sake! They're going to kill some eventually with that kind of activity! G.V. ponders to herself.
As she sinks into her seat, G.V. traces back to the reason why the mob was chasing her, in the first place: G.V.'s mother and her career downfall. A topic G.V. would rather not discuss at the moment. All she can say for now is that it had a lot to do with mouthing off fans, lately starring in a number of really bad movies, some controversial feuds with two singers and just recently a thespian, and a report of a violent outburst by using very very homophobic slurs on set while filming. And some more stuff...
This is beyond ridiculous right now. Mom, you're not even trying to do better. G.V. internally groans at how far her mother has come, as she scrolls the screen of her phone to check the news. I swear. If I see Mom's name in one more celebrity news article, I am throwing my phone out the window and myself with it...
Unfortunately for her, fate has an unforgivable, and let's be honest kind of hilarious, sense of irony. As G.V. continues to scroll down to the latest news, a sentence in large font words only adds to the already exasperating and disappointing moment.
GLORIA JENSON SUPPORTS
DONALD TRUMP
All G.V. could do was clench the phone that is in her right hand, as her left is ripping away at her leggings and gymnastics warm up jacket. Feelings of anger and exasperation involuntarily surge through her stomach, which reaches to her chest, and then her brain, which sends random unpleasant signals throughout her body. G.V. didn't hide her clearly irritated face, but in all honesty, she doesn't care to conceal it anymore. and it didn't go unnoticed by Molly.
"You read the latest didn't you?" Molly sympathetically smiles at her, in an obvious attempt to lighten G.V.'s dispirited mood.
All she could do is sigh at her cousin, "You don't have to share your pity with me, It's been becoming way too much for the past three years." G.V. replies through clenched teeth while rubbing her forehead.
Molly rubs her arm reassurance, attempting to soothe her. "I understand how unfair it feels, Genny, but for your own sake. Try to hang in there, okay?"
All G.V. could do is give a dispirited smile, still not feeling any better. She keeps all remarks and feelings to herself, as she relaxes in her bus seat, keeping her duffle bag extremely close to her lap. "Thanks."
Molly continues to rub her arm, "Try to move past it, G.V. It won't be long until the press find some more celebrity news to pick on. Besides you still have your rhythmic gymnastics to focus on, so maybe it won't be that horrible."
When G.V. hears the sport's name, she cringes and becomes grimm at the same time. "Actually that's what I was about to tell you. I'm quitting rhythmic gymnastics."
Molly's eyes slightly widen at the revelation, "Could you be more specific? You're quitting gymnastics, for several of months? A year? Or- "
"I'm quitting rhythmic gymnastics, for life." G.V. replies through clenched teeth, "If you're thinking about asking me why, keep it to yourself. And while we're still on the topic, don't even try to persuade or convince me either. I guarantee you, it's not going to work."
Molly, slightly startled, makes the correct move not to do any of the following to G.V., "Alright then, I promise I won't pry."
"Good." G.V. nods, feeling at peace at the moment.
She looks at her surroundings, only to see some other teenaged young girls on the bus as well. And a rather frantic-looking bus driver. I bet none of these girls' moms said they support Donald Trump, or caused one of Hollywood's 'cutest' couples to split.
As unfair G.V. seems to be toward her mother, she does have her personal reasons. Gloria has become complicated person ever since she moved to California, and never seems to have any reservations for people worth regarding. Especially her family. And because of this, G.V. harbors some intense feelings of anger and genuine hate towards Gloria.
The only person who seems to still be hanging in there is her dad, Jacob Kang. G.V.'s dad wasn't anything special. He was just a lawyer. He and Gloria had some blowup that led them to divorce. After Gloria's career undoing, Jacob and G.V. received at least forty-percent of the crap intentionally aimed for Gloria. They have the press, tabloids, paparazzi, and the media in general chasing them. Figuratively and literally.
However, when G.V. looks at Jacob, compared to herself. Jacob was always stronger than her. Emotionally of course, not physically. He's pretty pathetic when in the gym. He always puts on this stoic face. Every once in awhile he would tell G.V. he was okay. And most importantly, he actually took care of her. Jacob was so reserved, and always keeping his emotions in check. At least that what G.V. would think. She would stealthily check on her father to see if he lets out his feelings when G.V. wasn't with him this whole time. She would always check, and not a single tear was shed. Jacob didn't even say anything regarding his actual feelings.
Maybe he knew G.V. was hiding, or maybe he doesn't feel affected by everything that has happened to both of them. It didn't really matter to G.V. now that she's in her 3rd year of college, but it still bothers her. Ever since she left her home for college, I swear, G.V. could hear him crying all the way from home when she's trying to sleep in her empty dorm.
G.V. must have been so deep in her thoughts, because right now, she's not even paying attention to the current emergency that just happened a minute and thirty seconds ago. However, she does feel someone grabbing her shoulders and shaking her in a crazy manner.
"GENNY! G.V.! G.V.!" Molly frantically tries to grab G.V.'s attention by grabbing her shoulders, "GENEVIEVE!"
"W-what-?!" G.V. responds to her full name, "-did I just miss?"
"Something happened to the driver and now we're going off in the wrong direction!"
"What the hell could happen to the driver?! Didn't he look okay a while ago?!"
"He fainted and now he's not responding!" One of the girls G.V. saw earlier informs, running to the driver's seat, "Someone check his pulse! Now!"
"I will!" Molly volunteers, along with another girl.
"I'll check the back emergency door!" G.V. quickly gets up from her seat and runs towards the door.
"I'll help!" A different girl offers and catches up with G.V.
The two attempt to pry the emergency door open, the girl even whips out a pocket knife and uses it in an attempt to somehow unscrew something to that can open the goddamn door.
"It's not working! Why. Isn't. WORKING?!" The girl rants, frustrated.
"Did you get it open yet?!" The girl who is helping Molly yells.
"Why don't you take a look for yourself?" G.V. gestures at the unopened door cuttingly, "It's wide open! We should just jump right now! And let's all join hands while we're at it, just for the sake of- DOES IT LOOK LIKE THE GODDAMN DOOR IS OPEN TO YOU!?"
"Now is NOT the time G.V.!" Molly shouts at her frantically.
"Forget about that door! Help me open the other emergency exits!" The girl shouts.
In a panic-stricken frenzy, the pair go to every emergency exit available on the still-moving-bus, shaking and pulling at each handles of each exit. Nothing.
"NONE OF THESE DOORS WON'T OPEN DAMMIT!" The girl screams while jerks at the next exit.
"This steering wheel is useless! The bus isn't going anywhere else!" The girl at the driver's seat yells.
"And the driver isn't responding! He probably had a heart attack!" The girl next to Molly shouts.
"Nothing's working in this bus anymore!" G.V. yells in a fit of rage and frustration.
Driver's Seat Girl looks through the windshield as her face drains pale, "We're headed in the construction of that broken bridge!"
G.V. pokes herself out an open window to see what's in store for them right ahead.
F**k.
The distance between the surface and the bridge seems to be a whopping half a mile. And the surface is practically a water of the river. A two. Mile. Wide. River. And the bus continues to drive towards the edge of the broken bridge. The accident clearly left a messy and dangerous gap in the bridge. No denying will help them now. They were screwed for sure.
Nevertheless, it didn't stop G.V. in her already vain attempt to open a single goddamn exit. She pulls herself out the window and reaches to the nearest one and grapples to get it open. "Open! Open! For f**k's sake! OPEN!"
The situation is becoming more frustrating than alarming or nerve-racking. At least for G.V. She feels so stupid for still trying when the group's chances of survival were clearly decreasing in quick drastic measures. Why is she even trying at all? Wait a minute. Why am I still trying? I should have given up some point way before I even did try! Why the hell am I still helping NOW!?
G.V.'s body tends to have a mind of its own ever since she took rhythmic gymnastics, and right now was undoubtedly no exception. Her hands are still on the the handles of the goddamn exit with no end results that would salvage all of them for at least a measly second.
In the cloudy moment of fear and desperation, G.V. looks around her right shoulder to she sees each of the girls in the bus doing their part in the hopeless situation. Molly and Heart Attack Girl were still trying to resurrect the bus driver plucking aid kits from the shelves and putting them to use. Emergency Exit Girl is pretty much in the same situation as G.V. Trying to open on exit after the other. With the time gone by so far, all of their actions will one way or another end to no purpose, and eventually end up in the same place. Death.
All the sudden, G.V. feels light-headed. Yet she's still tugging at the exit. Her vision begins to falter, her ears no longer pick up the sounds of alarm and panic, and she instantly felt like she was floating with infinite space surrounding her. As her feet left the floor. Or the floor left my feet.
Whatever the hell was happening, it feels as if death is in the process of taking her away. It feels… nice. I feel like I'm safe. From the crap that comes with my bitchy mom. If this is what death feels like, I would've killed myself a long time ago. Maybe Mom would finally notice me if I did. Just like when I was younger.
G.V. can feel so much lift off her shoulders. She hadn't exactly expected to die from a bus accident, but compared to living. It felt untroubled and a release for her. I wonder. How will Mom react when she learns? Would she dodge it and drink like she always did with me and dad? Or would she actually care? Or even more unlikely: be sad even?
All G.V. could do was ask questions beyond her control. There are so many things that leave her unscratched itches in life, especially her mom. Will my mom bother to be sad at all?
All feelings of tranquility leave G.V. for a moment when her body crashes into the surface something hard and cold, but definitely not the floor of the bus, and definitely not the surface of the river. She rolls a little bit from the concussion, yet she can't feel any pain. And her eyes feel too heavy to open, but it only adds more to now relaxing moment. G.V. couldn't hear much, which is totally fine with her. It only makes the mood more peaceful.
G.V. feels herself fade into sleep from the exhaustion she received in her lifetime. I wouldn't mind if it was like this for a while longer, I don't have to take or listen crap for anyone now!
As finished as she feels right now, G.V. far from done in her life. She may feel safe and relaxed, but fate is still not satisfied. She's just somewhere that she's far from familiar with. Very, very, far from familiar. For now she's unaware that she's in city that is recently saved by an unlikely duo of a rabbit and a fox. The words "modern, civilized world that is entirely animal" should give an idea of what's in store, but G.V.'s going to have to see it for herself. Whether she likes it or not.
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