Okay, I'll admit it. I missed writing these stories, and I was also sad about the lack of stories about Xandra here. D: So... now you can find out what happened before Xandra ended up in Fyora's Castle! And no, this is not a one-shot, I'll be continuing this. :D And I am sorry it's a bit short.
Alexandra was sitting in the chair next to the principal's office for the second time in the week. She was surprised that they hadn't pulled out a straitjacket to put on her yet, but she was sure many pets probably thought it.
The speckled Xweetok didn't mean to explode the stupid little Bruce's pencil case. But he'd insulted her glasses, and everyone seemed to forget that part. And then the pencil case exploded completely on it's own! The six year old Xandra didn't understand. Why was everything happening to her?
Xandra numbly heard the door swing open, and the clomps of her parents shoes step towards her. She could feel their burning looks of disappointment.
James Xweetok gave an air of being strict, despite is short stature. Well, being a librarian of the Brightvale Public Library gave him that status. The red Xweetok's serious brown eyes surrounded by thick rectangular black glasses seemed to see right through anyone (which was the reason that most of Brightvale returned their books on time).
Aleria Xweetok was a bit more lenient than her husband, most would admit. The green Xweetok was usually quite calm and understanding. It was hard to make her dark blue eyes burn with anger (something that her husband and daughter lacked). Her gaze at her daughter was not heated at this time, but more disappointed. And Xandra hated disappointing her parents.
"Ah," the principal said, looking over them with a wary eye. Xandra fought the urge to duck behind her parents. "Come in, come in..."
They all sat on the musty chairs. The principal also sat, shaking his bald head.
"I am afraid that this cannot continue Alexandra. You are disrupting your classroom and other pets learning."
Xandra winced, but didn't say anything in her defence.
The principal adjusted the glasses on his nose. "If any sort of incident happens like this one more time, you will be expelled from our school."
"You can't do that," James gasped. "My daughter has done no real damage to your school!"
"But I love school; you can't just throw me out!" Xandra also cried out with her Father.
"You have one more chance to correct your ways, Alexandra, otherwise you'll be thrown out for good," the principal said, a steely glint in his eye.
Xandra looked desperately for any help from her parents. Aleria calmly looked the Garrl in the eye, unflinching.
"I do believe your punishment may be too severe, but I am not one to judge. However, I will make sure that this will never happen again to my daughter. And you will dare not accuse her of any of your foolish crimes."
"Uh... good. That's good," the principal stammered out looking quite flustered at the Xweetok's cold but definite anger. Aleria swiftly picked up her daughter's schoolbag and marched out the door, tail swishing behind her.
"What happened Xandra?" she asked gently to her daughter as the family walked home.
"Someone made fun of my glasses, and then a pencil case blew up," she supplied, not meeting her eyes.
"Alexandra, you know that you shouldn't let your temper get the better of you!" James put in, casting her a stern glance.
"I didn't mean to, it just happened!" Xandra protested, looking at the verge of tears. "Why does this always happen to me?"
Xandra felt herself being scooped up off her feet into the warm arms of her mother.
"I know, we aren't so sure of what happening either, but it's not fair for them to blame you for a crime that you did not commit. Things will get better, I promise."
"I trust you," Xandra said before burying her head into her shoulder.
Her parents were even willing to keep her at home for the day, but she refused. Today was the day that things would get better, like Aleria promised.
How wrong she was.
Xandra was on her best behaviour. She did all of her work, raised her hand to answer the teacher's questions, and tried to think happy thoughts.
She ignored her classmates' mutters and distrustful glares, just pretending to be oblivious.
BRRRRING!
The small children scurried outside, needing to burn off all their energy. Xandra slowly followed them, unwillingly, and sat on her almost reserved spot on the bench.
"So, why aren't you suspended today, Alexandra?"
"Does it matter?" Xandra asked, trying to be polite.
"Yes," the yellow Blumaroo seethed, eyes narrowing. "Bad pets deserved to be punished."
"I'm not bad," she muttered, under her breath.
"Maybe you bewitched them into letting you stay," he mused, voice low. "Being a witch and all."
"I'm NOT a witch!" Xandra snapped back, anger flaring.
"Yes you are!" he cried, pointing a paw at her. "YOU'RE A WICKED WITCH!" He cried to the playground. "SHE'S AN EVIL WITCH!" Xandra covered her ears, trying to block out the sound.
The rest of the playground began to chant. "WITCH, WITCH, WITCH, WITCH!"
She felt the burning rage churning in her stomach. She couldn't let it happen; she had to control it...
"WITCH, WITCH, WI-"
BOOM.
Xandra walked along side her parents, away from the school for the very last time. They said nothing to each other, all focus on the cobblestone path.
As they arrived at the small, modest house, James immediately sank into his favourite armchair, and Aleria buried her face in her paws. Xandra stood, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly, James stood up, fire burning in his eyes. He marched upstairs, tail swishing agitatedly at his trail.
A few moments later, he came back lugging a suitcase. He threw it onto the ground.
"Well? Pack you things; we have no point living here anymore."
"James, there is no need for this!" Aleria said, getting up.
"We might as well go to Neopia Central, there are many schools there..."
"But," Xandra put in. "I love Brightvale! I don't want to leave!"
"Well then, maybe you should've thought about that before you started blowing things up," he replied coldly.
"BUT IT WASN'T ME!" Xandra cried back, stung.
Her Father did not respond, continuing to stuff the random objects of their living room in. She turned to face her mother, eyes pleading. Aleria turned away.
"Pack you things Alexandra," she said slowly. "We're leaving."
"No we aren't!" Xandra protested. "We aren't leaving!"
"You have no say in this!" she hissed back. Xandra could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she willed herself not to let them fall. Aleria looked at her face, and then to the ground.
"I just wish you could've been a normal child."
"THIS IS YOU'RE FAULT!" Xandra screamed back. "YOU SAID THINGS WERE GOING TO GET BETTER, BUT THEY'RE ONLY GETTING WORSE!"
"Alexandra, I di-"
"YOU'RE ALL JUST LIARS! ALL OF YOU ALWAYS LIED TO ME, SAYING THAT EVERYTHING IS COMPLETELY FINE!" Xandra took breath, purple eyes now filled to the brim with tears. "IT ISN'T FINE!"
She closed her eyes, choking back a sob. She desperately wanted her problems to disappear.
And all at once, she felt a wrenching in her gut, followed by a scream.
"XANDR-"
Xandra's eyes flashed open. The view of her living room was replaced with vivid green, approaching her, dancing and flickering, eating away everything that it touched. Magic.
She backed up into a wall, cowering, heart in her throat.
"N-no," she pleaded."Go away."
It seemed to waver for a second, confused by its caster.
"GO AWAY!" she screamed. She dropped to her knees shaking. Everything was a blur, she didn't know what was happening...
A strange violet aura had surrounded her. "Huh..?"
She felt the burning flames consume her, as she passed out.
"She's doesn't have a scratch... amazing..." a voice looming over her said, awed.
Xandra opened her eyes, and blinked rapidly. "Wha-"
"It's alright, you're safe," the Defender called proudly, straightening up. Xandra also scrambled to her feet, feeling a bit dizzy, and looked around.
What happened?
"My parents," Xandra said, feeling a strange lump in her throat.
"Now, you shouldn't worry yourself about that just yet," he said. Xandra immediately relaxed. That meant they were all right!
She was wrong.
