There's something (wrong?) about Elena Potato
(A/N: Woot! I was inspired to write this fic and thought what better time to write this then on my birthday! However I was tired and so posted this up one day late but still, my very first MA multi-chaptered fic! I'm so excited! Enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I do not own Monster Allergy because if I did I would have made sure the ending to the comic series didn't end up the way it did. P.S. I also do not own the movie, 'There's Something about Mary' even though my title was inspired by it.
It was a great day, slightly warm but the clear blue skies and gentle winds made you forget about it. Two best friends had sat themselves on the school field with their school books spread all around.
"Okay, I've put 1919 as the year of the Great Depression and I'm quite sure about this. What do you think?" Elena asked as she gently tapped her pen on the worksheet she was working on as she waited for her friend's answer.
She received none.
It was a great day, slightly warm but the Oldmill Middle School cheerleaders made you forget about your homework, the weather and your friend. That is, if you were Ezekiel Zick or course.
"Never mind." Elena said to her friend after waiting for a while. "I've confirmed my answer. It's on page 54."
Again, no response.
There was a few minutes of pause as Elena continued her work. She was excited to finish up her last assignment since her parents had given her permission to catch the new Ghosto movie with Zick, provided that she finished her homework.
"Hey Zick, I can't seem to get the date for the last question. Any ideas?"
"…"
"Come on Zick! I want to head to the Cineplex soon!"
It was a great day, slightly warm and perfect for stretching and warming up, if you were a cheerleader preparing for the regional championships. Not so great if you were one Elena Potato.
Slowly, the seconds turned to minutes and as the cheerleaders continued stretching so was Elena's patience.
"Zick?" Did he hear me?
Elena turned to look at her friend then turned to look at the cheerleaders who were now practicing their somersaults. Damnit!
"Zick, if you are going to continue to ignore me like that then I'm going home!" 'Boys!' She fumed, 'what's so great about cheerleaders anyways?'
"…uh-huh…that's good…"
Elena sent him a nasty glare, one that would have sent dark phantoms and monster-skas scurrying away but not a single muscle of the tamer made any signs of movement.
Elena tidied her things and half walked and ran to her bicycle, all too eager to get home.
Zick heard the loud 'zip' of a schoolbag and turned to find his friend walking towards her bicycle, her pink school bag perching precariously on her right shoulder.
"Elena! Where are you going?" 'Weren't we supposed to discuss World History together?'
Elena slammed the door shut as she threw her bag onto the floor of her room. 'What's that boy thinking when he knew that we were supposed to watch Ghosto: The Movie together!'
Elena sat down on her bed, deep in her thoughts about boys and hormones.
It was a great day, slightly warm but these were things you would forget about especially if you suddenly found the solution to your problems. One such person was Elena Potato.
(A/N: Alright, this is the prologue to my new fic, hope that you have enjoyed reading it! Review please!)
