Cursed or Unlucky
Disclaimer: Jimmy Neutron belongs to the world. The World! Okay I'm nuts, but I don't own Jimmy Neutron.
Story to Read: Fake (Fairly Odd Parents) by can't think and School Drama (Fairly Odd Parents) by Queen Datsuh
Penance 3: The World Today and its Children
Candy ran around the house as her mother chased her. She liked having fun with her mother. Even though she tried to act more mature when she was at school around students about three to five years her senior since she was in the fifth grade, she let loose and had fun as a typical seven year old with her mother. She had her logical side but she loved fun more. Much more.
"Candy it's practically eleven o' clock," Libby complained, "I need my car keys."
"Stay home," Candy said and she finally stopped running.
"I can't," Libby told her, "I have work okay," she said.
"You stay home more now though," Candy pointed out, "why not stay home all the time mummy?" she asked.
Libby winced. The life of a housewife scared her.
"You like work more," Candy deduced solemnly.
Libby grabbed Candy's shoulder, hard.
"Oww," Candy whined.
"I love both," Libby told her sternly then let her go.
Candy sniffled and rubbed her shoulder.
"I didn't grab you that hard," Libby admonished, "I'll be back later," she said simply, "Jimmy's babysitting robot Baby Guard is watching the house 'til I get back," she told Candy, "now be a good girl," she said and blew Candy a kiss before running out the door.
Candy looked at Goddard. The robotic dog was resting beside the black square robot Baby Guard.
"Do you want to play with Goddard?" Baby Guard asked her in it's male robotic voice.
"Nah I'm just going to sit here and watch TV," Candy said turned on the television after sitting on the sofa, "have you checked on Hillary?" she asked.
"Hillary is well," Baby Guard told her.
"Excellent," Candy said happily, "are you okay Baby Guard?" she asked the robot.
"I am at optimum efficiency," Baby Guard responded.
Candy giggled and turned her attention back to the TV.
Meanwhile in a dark room a computer is the only light.
Zen209 types, Hey Berrymeplez2.
Berrymeplez2 types, Hi Zen209. Where's PrettyShire?
Zen209 types, Do you REALLY want to know?
Berrymeplez2 types, No. You. No way. Nu uh.
Zen209 types, Guess not. She's just not here today.
Berrymeplez2 types, You couldn't have Z. You couldn't have done that.
Zen209 types, Why do you kids love shortening names. Call me by my full online name Berrymeplez2.
Berrymeplez2 types, Fine. Zen209, did you do something to PrettyShire?
Zen209 types, No.
Berrymeplez2 types, I don't believe you.
Zen209 types, Not my problem.
Berrymeplez2 types, Why?
Zen209 types, Not here.
Tiredyungman2000 types, What are you guys talking about?
Zen209 types, Your tired name.
Tiredyungman2000 types, Ass Whole.
Zen209 types, Go talk to your online pals kid.
Tiredyungman2000 types, Whatever.
(Tiredyungman200 has left the chat room)
Zen209 types, About time!
Berrymeplez2 types, How else can I communicate with you?
Zen209 types, I'll send you a number in your e-mail. Call it from a pay phone.
Berrymeplez2 types, I must pay to CALL you?
Zen209 types, Call collect, genius.
Berrymeplez2 types, Hey! I just might not call just to spite you.
Zen209 types, Don't you want to hear my voice Carolyn Michelle Lilly Simmons?
Berrymeplez2 types, I didn't give you my whole name!
(Auto Activation Security Alert!)
(Security Moderator enters chat room)
GuardBot (Security Moderator) types, Is there a problem here?
Zen209 types, If there is I'm gone. No problem girls for me.
Berrymeplez2 types, I'm not the problem. You are!
Zen209 types, Then I'm gone. Ciao!
Berrymeplez2 types, Wait! There's no problem GB. I just get a little TOUCHY at times.
GuardBot types, Are you sure?
Berrymeplez2 types, Yes. Sorry for wasting your time.
GuardBot types, No waste. It's good when things are resolved without bans or hard feelings.
(GuardBot leaves chat room)
Zen209 types, No hard feelings?
Berrymeplez2 types, None.
Zen209 types, So you'll call me?
Berrymeplez2 types, Soon as I get the e-mail.
Zen209 types, Good cause I got to go.
Berrymeplez2 types, So fast?
Zen209 types, Don't worry. Next time will be much longer. Trust me.
Berrymeplez2 types, Fine.
Zen209 types, Okay, bye Berrymeplez2 .
Berrymeplez2 types, Bye Zen209.
(Zen209 logs out)
Sheen closed down the web page then shut down his computer.
Jim meanwhile was getting ready to go to the mall with his friends. He and friends enjoyed frequenting the arcade mostly. He knew that Carolyn was on the computer again. He would've complained about her not going out if she had someone to go out with.
But she has no one to go out with because she's such a stupid weirdo. She has no manners, likes behaving however she likes, and she's just…stupid. If she'd just curb most her weird behaviour and bad attitude she's have friends. But she won't. She has to weird. She has to be herself. I have secret things I'd love to do publicly. But I don't because I know that socially I have to choose to be an outcast or accepted. I choose to be accepted. Unfortunately I have a stupid sister who chooses to be an outcast.
Jim looked himself over in the mirror. He knew that it was a notion in life that guys didn't care about their looks. That was a lie. A handsome devil isn't handsome if he just rolls out of bed and walk out the door looking like a hobo. There were of course a few exceptions, but Jim knew he wasn't one of them.
Satisfied he went downstairs to wait for his friend Douglas to pick him up.
Done
