You never know, you could be right. When I first posted this on another site, the person who read this was almost right. :-)
Thanks, and yeah you're the only one, but I don't really mind tbh. I've not long started using this site to post fanfics, so I'm always happy when I get like 1 review haha But yeah, I wrote this like 1 or 2 years ago, really...Why it's taken so long to get here I don't know!
Enough of me rambling on, it's time to find out! lol dramatic music xD
Lola clutched the brown A4-sized envelope as if her life depended on it. She hadn't dared to open it and see what was inside, until she was back at the Meanswell's house. Pixel was sitting on the couch between Sportacus and Stephanie, while Lola settled herself down on the arm of a big chair, facing the three who were staring at her and the envelope. The Mayor was over at Bessie's house, doing his level best to fix her fence, and do other odd jobs for her.
"Take your time, Lolly, it's okay," Stephanie smiled. Lola hesitated but eventually stopped herself, sitting still and upright. She ran her finger down the seal of the envelope, opening it.
"Okay … Enough fooling around," she took a deep breath. "No turning back now. This is it." She began to read directly from the paper, out loud, to the company she had for support. Sportacus had quickly informed the other children of what was going on, with Lola's permission, of course. They were all eager for Lola to find out the truth, and wanted to be there to support her.
"Stingy – negative. Trixie – negative. Pixel – negative," she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the word 'negative' next to Pixel's name. He seemed to share her relief. Sportacus and Stephanie were looking at her expectantly. She cleared her throat before continuing to read. Everybody could feel the tension and atmosphere in the room.
"Right," she gave a shaky laugh. "Stephanie – negative. Okay … negatives. This doesn't look good." Lola took her eyes away from the paper for a moment, and to try and prepare herself to continue.
"Come on, there's gonna be someone," Pixel encouraged her. "There are five or six more people left, out of those who got checked and matched."
"I know. Sorry, I'm just being silly," the attention was brought back to the official document. "Here we go again. Bessie Busybody – negative." She remembered Bessie's attitude when she first met her, and in a way, felt glad that she wasn't related to the gossip lover.
"Milford Meanswell – also negative," the word 'negative' was becoming more like a ritual to the girl now. "Sportacus – negative." She saw the hero nod, and she wondered what he was thinking. Would he be happy and relieved that he didn't have a teenage daughter? Or would he be disappointed? She couldn't tell, but then, there was nothing that she could do.
"Ziggy – neg … no, wait – Positive!" she heard her friends cheer loudly, and she could barely hide the excitement and shock that she had Ziggy as a little brother. She decided to glance at the paper again, to double-check that this wasn't a mistake, and that was when she saw the final words. She let the paper fall from her hand, and Sportacus was fast enough to catch it before it hit the floor.
"What's wrong?" she heard Pixel ask, but he just sounded distant, as if he was miles away. Sportacus looked at the test results in horror and uttered the words that shocked them all:
"Positive match for Robbie Rotten?!"