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Morning came as did school. Irma teleported from Meridian to Earth just in time to walk to school with her friends and for a math quiz in third period.
Irma let out a gigantic yawn and let her eyes close for a moment as she walked along.
"Gee Irma," Taranee spoke up. "Was Meridian THAT exhausting?"
The Fire Guardian didn't know the half of it.
"I spent the night studying for that big algebra test Mr. Pink's gonna give today," Irma answered opening her eyes. "And Elyon was wide awake."
She heard Cornelia giggle.
"Since when do you study Irma?" the Earth Guardian inquired.
Irma put her hands behind her head.
"Unlike everyone thinks," the Water Guardian spoke, "I don't know EVERYTHING. I had to brush up on my math."
Hay Lin giggled.
"That's not was Elyon tells me," the Wind Guardian stated. "She says that you spent half of your time in the dungeon AND, she said she saw you KISSING a mysterious man in ahallway."
There were gasps, laughs and "oooohhhh"s from her friends. Irma was too sleepy to put much thought to it.
"Who was this mysterious guy Irma?" Cornelia asked over Irma's shoulder.
"Yeah," Taranee spoke up just as quickly. "You never told us you had a man."
Then the Guardian of the Heart of Meridian spoke up.
"And what were you doing in the dungeon Irma?" Will asked a concerned eyebrow high in the air.
Irma yawned again as the cascade of questions followed her.
If she told her friends she'd spent the whole time with Cedric, they'd flip or forsake her… or do a forsake flip. Irma smiled at the thought.
"To Will with the question as to my reasons down in Meridian's dungeon," the Water Guardian pointed at Will. "I always go down there to make sure everyone's comfortable and locked up tight. Ever since Phobos's attack on Elyon, I can't be too careful anymore."
It was a partial truth and Will seemed to buy it.
"So you're a girl scout," Cornelia waved her hand in boredom. "Now, who's the guy you were locking lips with last night?"
Lord Cedric the evil half-man shape-shifter villain.
That question came a little harder for Irma to answer.
She sighed.
"And there was someone down in the dungeon that I've…. had my eye on," Irma answered.
There was a pause from her friends.
"The captain of the guards!" all giggled at once.
Were all her friends like this?
"I knew it!" Hay Lin squealed.
"It's about time you admitted it," Cornelia twisted a lock of her blond hair around her finger. "I've known about your Raythor obsession for some time now."
Irma rolled her eyes.
"I'm sure you have," she answered sarcastically.
"Gee Irmy," Taranee spoke up, putting her head on Irma's shoulder. "You sure like those rough-looking guys."
"Yeah, I'll say," Cornelia huffed. "The man's got so many scars on his face."
Irma looked over at the wayward supermodel.
"Oh I'm sorry Cornelia," Irma began. "I thought you'd go for Raythor since pretty boys would detract some of your natural beauty and attention that you so obviously deserve."
"Therein why I have you four as friends," Cornelia stated, as heartless as any villain.
With that the rest of the guardians, save Irma, began hitting Cornelia with their purses and/or backpacks. Of course, the long-lost swimsuit model only meant to get under skin, but Irma had so much of it that Corny's little insults never sunk in anymore.
Irma took a stride ahead, so as to miss the immature moment her friends were having.
She hadn't noticed it, but it had rained here when she was at Meridian. Puddles and the fresh air scent were everywhere. Now Irma was glad she didn't wear her rollerblades as a fast way to get to school. She'd be soakin' wet by now.
Irma yawned again as she walked along, hoping the next time she was picked to go back to Meridian, the moon would be full.
The Water Guardian failed to notice the pair of eyes watching her every move through one of the puddles that littered the street.
"Yes, continue with your life Water Guardian," a voice cooed from behind a puddle. "For in just a short while, you will be captured and so held as a prisoner, marking the beginning of the end for the Guardians of Meridian."
First period came with the same squeal of the bell. Irma found herself at a desk with but a paper tablet, pencil and her English book. Too bad this was first period math.
"Ms. Lair," the blast of hot dragon's breath, snapped Irma out of her hazy sleep.
She looked up and saw the irate looking expression on the math teacher's face.
"Are you alert enough to answer the simplest math question?" Mr. Pink, the math whiz blurted out at her. "What is the numerical standardization for the mathematical word pi?"
The question went in Irma's ears, but never sunk in. Thankfully, her mind was on auto-pilot.
"It's an endless number Mista Pink," Irma said lazily. "But the condensed and correct method of using said endless number is the simple three, decimal point, one, four."
Mr. Pink stood straight with a satisfied smile on his face.
"Such an eloquent answer from such a ragamuffin young lady," he said to the class before turning back to Irma. "Please try and keep awake in my class Ms. Lair."
"Strange that the system would put this snore-fest of a math class as first period Mista Pink," Irma returned. "Cause, no one's awake either."
"Maybe you should try sleeping at home, which would aid in your alertness Ms. Lair," Mr. Pink retorted.
Let's see Mista Pink juggle a teenager's life and a teenage guardian life at the same time.
"Why? I can get the same REM sleep in your class," Irma shot back.
Mr. Pink's eyes narrowed as he dug around in his back pocket. Irma knew what was coming next.
"You and your mouth just got a nice week's worth of morning detentions Ms. Lair," the math dictator snatched the pencil out of Irma's hand and doodled her name on a pink detention slip. "Now you can have all the REM sleep you need at six in the morning here in my class room."
Irma groaned as she took the paper from Mr. Pink's hand. The math teacher walked off with a chuckle and went on with his pointless mathematical rambling.
And after that, Irma was at her locker, finally snapping out of her sleepy haze enough to remember that the next class was science.
"Gee Irm," Will walked up to the Water Guardian. "Mr. Pink shut the door on you pretty hard on you."
With another yawn Irma grabbed her science book.
"It's not the first time and it won't be the last," she returned, shutting her locker. "I think Mista Pink likes giving out those early morning detentions to the girls with the cute butts."
Irma laughed at the disgusted expression on Will's face.
"Anyway," Will continued, shaking off the nasty thoughts in her head. "The girls and I are thinking of getting together after school at the Silver Dragon for a formal dinner. Egg rolls and Wantons are on me!"
The Water Guardian yawned.
"Like dressy-formal?" Irma asked, opening an eye at Will.
Will nodded happily.
"My mom gave me the idea," she answered. "She said we should just be spontaneous and have a dressy girl's night out. So dress to impress Irma."
Irma was not really a dress-wearing, jewelry-toting, makeup-putting-oner kinda girl. She wished it would be just a quiet evening with her gal-pals, but whatever.
"Sure, I'll be there Will," she answered. "Here's to hoping there's more in my closet besides jeans."
School let out and the Guardians of Meridian went their separate ways to their respectable homes.
The formal dinner at the Silver Dragon may be just a little too dressy for Irma, but there was nothing like something different. Now she was paging through her wardrobe, trying to find a dress that she forgot she bought. Then she found one.
Irma held it up to the light to take a good look at it. It was a sleeveless one piece… not her favorite dress design. But she liked the color and the cut of the bottom. It was a dark blue and had a tapered cut that came up just above her knee cap. The dress was a little wrinkled from being crammed between all the jeans hanging in Irma's closet, but nothing a little smoothing out couldn't fix.
"Ha!" the Water Guardian snickered to herself. "Let's see Cornelia look better."
When dinner time rolled around, Irma was walking the sidewalk to the Silver Dragon. Rain was just trickling from the sky, since the bigger downpour happened about an hour before. Now there were puddles of sky water all over the sidewalk.
The Water Guardian appreciated puddles more than other girls her age did and was more than happy to splash in them. Unfortunately Irma's dress cost her two hundred dollars and her heels had a huge price tag on them as well. Now the Water Guardian could only stare longingly at the untouched gatherings of rain water as she sidestepped to avoid them. This is why wearing dresses was for the birds.
Irma's eyes were on her feet and she scarcely glanced up to see where she was going, but to scout out the puddles in the distance. As she danced to avoid the puddles, Irma heard a soft cry from just in front of her. Glancing up, the Water Guardian spotted a tan cat with big blue eyes sitting between puddles with a clueless look on its face.
"Hey cat," Irma told the feline with a smile.
The cat mewed as she took a step to it.
"I guess I'm not the only one trying not to get wet," Irma bent over and stroked the cat's head.
With a gentle purr the cat stood, happily running its body along her ankles. The Water Guardian giggled.
"Well, at least you're not wearing a dress," she grinned sweetly as she twisted the cat's soft tail around her finger. "Or heels."
The feline looked up at her and purred.
"You are so cute!" Irma cheered. "I wish-"
Just as those words left her mouth, a flash of light and a gust of strong wind caught her from behind. Irma spun wide eyed. A porthole to Meridian was opened just behind her; she'd recognize that shred in the air anywhere.
For you people that actually read this and care about what has just infiltrated your mind, let me explain. Mr. Pink the school teacher was inspired by the teacher on the Twisted Sister video "I Wanna Rock". I've had my fair share of those nasty educators. R&R.
