Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, places, etc. from either John Tucker Must Die or Hamtaro. I don't own any dialogue that belongs to the movie or Anime. Thanks for wondering, though. XD
AN: Hey, all! Damn, sorry about that… (counts on fingers) almost seven months wait! I've been into other things and well… I couldn't find the will enough to write, so I'm extremely happy that I could write so much today! I've updated a few other fics and am working on a new one, so I really hope you'll check those out if you haven't already. Need to update my profile. Maybe after my birthday. By the way, does anyone have any cool suggestions for a new penname for me? If you do, PM me or put it in a review. That'd be swell! Well, wasted enough of your time, so here goes! Hope you like it! I wrote the first part back in the summer, but never got around to finishing it, so if it seems different at the "Candace" part than the narrator part, I apologize. And the reason I wrote this one was not only to progress the story like they did in the movie, but to put more info (somewhat) about what happened to her dad. They never talked about him at all and it drove me nuts! XD Well… Thanks for reading, all! Thanks tons!
--Chapter dedicated to: ChargingForwardBlind, Hollywood Knight, lupyne, HelsinkiDemon, Cherrie-Sakura, and CrystalGurl101
-Also: Celestial Night, Elric 24, LoveIsLikeDeath, Heaven-Sent SilverAngel, AwesomeWriter123, and TheBunnyQueen.
AND everyone who is reading this!You most of all! Mwah!
Chapter Four: Now They See
It was a Monday morning as I walked through the halls of school when I cane to terms that Stan wasn't as perfect as everyone had cracked him out to be. It was even a scary though knowing that he wasn't even close. He was a prince in everyone else's eyes, but a pig in my own. And maybe even the girls he'd cheated on. Maybe they never knew. Had they caught on? How many of them were there, anyway?
It's an angering thought, but more a sad one. Sad because so many others looked up to him, sad that he was not really all that great a role-model, sad because that was living proof that there were no true everyday heroes anymore. I had thought, just for a moment, that he was…
I hated sad things, and yet I let this all engulf me. It wasn't even my business anyway! Why was I dwelling on it?
I really hated dwelling on things.
But I always caught myself doing it for one certain topic in my life that's supposed to be important to me, but isn't really all that much: My Dad.
I never thought he was important. I never got to know him. He was there in my fetal life then gone in a flash the day I was born. And somehow, not having a dad wasn't that vital to me in my opinion. I didn't think I wanted to know about him, or them- he and mom. I did find out some random tidbits from mom when she walked past and was by chance reminded of him. That, and from the picture I have hidden in my pillowcase. I had found it when I was a toddler sticking out of mom's box as we packed yet again and she started crying when I held it up to her, asking who they were. I didn't know if the tears were because she had just broken up with another Bob or because she missed my dad, but I promised her in my tiny head that I would never let it be visible again. So it stayed in my pillowcase for my personal viewing only when I felt it necessary. It wasn't even all that helpful information-bearing wise. And as I looked closely at the photo each time, I could see I had his eyes. But nothing more.
I did not need or want more from him.
He wasn't my real father anyway.
Well, biologically speaking, yes, but… oh who cares? I was dwelling again and I needed to get to English class in less than thirty seconds, so I fast-walked, which according to the principal is 'just a slow run' and gives detentions out for it. Well, he wasn't in that hall that day, so I was free from any involuntary after-school Hell- I mean, activities. Ha ha. At least for the moment. The bell rang.
So I got to class and was still dwelling a little.
I was never one to dwell, anyway… It's funny how thought-loops work.
-.-.-.
Candace panted, setting down her books and purse on the desk. It was right before the teacher had traipsed in with his coffee and a lazy expression, staring at the ids blankly and looking up at the clock. He quietly swore and put everything aside.
"Hello, class!"
"Meh," was the chorused response as students began to sit down.
"Sorry for being late. Could have sworn this was my planning period!" he laughed and no one cared. "I've noticed this very cold and anti-social aura about this class, so instead of starting Moby Dick… Shut up," he warned to a giggling teen. "We'll be put into random groups to get better acquainted, alright?" Some nodded just to get things going and over with. "Question ball are on the shelf. I'll read your groups off soon."
"Oh great…" Sparkle said to a girl beside her. They cackled.
"Alright. I can do this. Being acclimated with new and different hamsters will be good for my list of resume skills," Pashmina told herself, smiling.
"They better not put me with some nerd!" a boy grumbled to his friend.
"That'd blow," they replied.
Bijou was too busy daydreaming about the past date with Stan and since she only had casual friends, she stayed to her own devices. As always, no one bothered to talk to Candace.
"First group will be…!" the teacher shouted over everyone's chatting to get their attention. The noise died down. I know you all don't like each other, but…"
"It's you we don't like!"
He ignored the girl. "BUT… Group one is Miss… Fox, Bijou, Anthony, and Meg."
"Whew."
"Next will be… Sparkle, Miss Sword, Lexa, and Pashmina."
"Ugh!" Sparkle stomped moodily over to her group's corner.
"Fine." Pashmina smiled fakely, sashaying over.
More names were called and more groups assembled and soon all were doing the activity.
"Remember, all, no lying!" Some rolled their eyes.
Candace tossed the ball up and caught it, asking what was on the said it landed on.
"Umm… Bijou! Do you have any siblings?"
"Non. I 'ave an older 'alf zizter, zo."
"That's cool!" Candace said, cheerfully.
"Eef vous zink my fazer zleeping vith another voman iz 'cool', I guezz zo."
The brunette sighed, passing the ball on.
"What's your name again?" She was asked.
… "Candace."
"So, Pashmina, " Sparkle began sassily. "Ever get a bad grade?"
"Me?" She out her paws on her chest. "No. Now gimme the ball."
"Have you ever licked anyone's rod?"
"That's not on there, Mick! You're gross!"
"How 'bout their tits?"
"Mr. Daweson!"
Candace received the ball again.
"Okay. Are you dating anybody?" … "This is for everyone, I guess," she added embarrassedly.
"No," Anthony answered.
"Casually," Meg replied.
"I'm not dating anyone," Candace said.
"Vell, I am. Ze amazing Ztan Villiams."
"Lucky!"
"Ah, that dude's cool."
Candace gave no comment.
"Are you in a relationship, Sparkle?"
"Uh, yeah! Stan Williams? He's mine." Sparkle craned her neck up a bit in pride.
"WHAT?" Pashmina's eyes grew large. Bijou spun around, ready to kill her as well.
"Que?!"
"Stan is MY boyham!" Pashmina screamed in Sparkle's face, pulling her whiskers.
"Ow! Get away from me! He is definitely in love with me! What you "have" must just be him being nice to you. He's a very compassionate guy." Sparkle shoved her.
"Oh non! 'E iz my man!" Bijou slapped both.
"Yours?"
"YOURS?"
"Yours?!"
"You little bitch!"
"Don't be jealous!"
"…stealing my boyham!"
"Vous zlut!"
"You're the slut, you French hippy!"
"Bitch!"
"Home wrecker!"
"Gold-deeger!"
"Ho!"
"Tch. HO?"
Somehow, the question balls ended up in play and each girl took her turn to smack someone with it, keeping the use of biting, spitting, claws, and hair-pulling as weapons of choice. One of the balls flew up and hit Candace at the same time a book was thrown off the shelf, bashing into her head seconds later. Despite all the crawling and wrestling, Mr. Daweson got through and separated the girls.
"You young women stop! What is going on here?"
"SHE is NOT going out with Stan!" the trop simultaneously yowled, pointing fingers.
That's when Candace could keep the urge to tell them in check. She just had to say what had been eating her up all this time!
"You guys are all being played! Don't you see? Stan is cheating on all of you! And you're just going to keep on liking him and beat the crap out of one another and call out petty names like 'bitch' or 'whore' because he's done this to you?! That's really sad. Not only that, but pathetic! You can all do so much better than him!"
Pashmina, Bijou, and Sparkle looked awe-struck in their silence.
"Detentions for all four of you. To you, you, you, and you-for swearing in my classroom." The teacher handed each on in the square a pink slip.
There wasn't even a protest against this. Not from Candace, who was wary of getting bad attention as the only kind she got. Not from Bijou, who couldn't stand to be confined. Not even Pashmina, who strived for a squeaky clean permanent record. All three looked at Candace and saw her for the first time. And it dawned on them what she'd said…
Class then went on.
PERSON-SONG SURVEY
Instrustions:
Put the song that reminds you most of the person listed. Or put the song that that person reminds you of. Either way, it's cool.
No need to name names, but put the song title and artist.
Then put a youtube link to that song/music video.
Do this and forward it to everyone you know. Or at least everyone you like. lol
THANKS!!!
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1. Mom-
2. Dad-
3. Brother, Sister, or Sibling-figure-
4. Best Friend-
5. Enemy-
Have none.
Nothing.
6. (choose what applies) (bold it)
A. Boyfriend-
"Naked"Avril Lavigne
Girlfriend-
C. Spouse/ Fiancee-
D. Crush-
7. Ex (if you have one)
"Breathe Me" Sia
END!!! THANK YOU!!!
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