Okay some brief notes here before we get started. To prevent confusion there will temporarily be two different thought speak signals for this chapter.
()=Thought speak to Marco
++ ++= Thought speak to Viola.
:: Will still signify all around thought speak.
And a final note, I STILL do not own Animorphs.
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"What do you mean I can't go?!"
Mrs. Lawrence folded her arms, focusing stalk and main eyes on her daughter. ::It's not safe.::
"It's not safe, you might be discovered. There's always danger! It's just a harmless date mom!"
:: Be that as it may you know perfectly well how easy it is to be exposed. I noticed you came home with gloves on.::
Viola frowned; she hadn't thought anyone had noticed she had been wearing gloves where there were none. Her mother was observant, she used to be military, she should have known that she'd figure it out.
Viola threw up her arms in anger and stormed into her father's office. "Father this is unreasonable!"
Mr. Lawrence didn't look up from his computer, his attention mostly focused on the current novel he was writing. "I agree with your mother on this one Viola. No dates."
Viola scowled. "You don't know! I'm careful!"
"I have no doubt that you aren't Viola, and I'm sure your mother agrees but you can't prevent the mistakes."
::That's what we're worried about.::
"Maybe in a few more years."
Viola backed from the room, anger flashing in her eyes. "I hate you! I hate you both!"
She ran up the stairs, slamming the door to her room. The entire act had started to become a common occurrence. Viola stared at herself in the mirror. Blue skin, stalk eyes, auburn hair and deer's feet.
i Not normal, not normal. I'm not normal. I'll never be normal./i
She glared at her reflection in resentment, grabbing the frame off the wall and throwing it to the floor, watching her image shatter in the sound of breaking glass.
Breaking a mirror, that was seven years bad luck. She didn't care.
Viola sat down on the bed ignoring the glass shards and deliberately refusing to give them a second glance. She bent down looking beneath her bed. A huddled mass of gray fur and glowing eyes looked back at her. "Edinthor."
She reached her hands out ready to accept the cat that merely let out a low growl. The shattering of the mirror had obviously startled him and Edinthor didn't tolerate surprises well. Her parents had brought home the kitten three years ago, more of a way to make up for lost companionships. In a way Edinthor had filled the gap and Viola enjoyed having the animal around. "Edinthor I'm sorry. Please?"
The feline seemed to consider this and deem her forgiven as he emerged from beneath the bed, allowing Viola to lift him into her arms and onto the bed beside her. Edinthor purred in pleasure as he was stroked just behind the ears, on the neck and at the base of his tail. "Well Edinthor, your the only guy in my life."
Edinthor meowed in response when he was interrupted by the telephone ringing. She listened to the movement downstairs, the phone ceased it's ringing. Someone had picked up the receiver.
"Viola! Phone call!"
Viola sighed picking up her phone she covered the mouthpiece and called back downstairs. "I got it!"
Uncovering her mouthpiece she began to speak. "Hello?"
"Viola. It's Marco."
"Oh, hello Marco."
"You don't seem thrilled. Were you expecting someone else?"
"No it's just... nothing." Just that she couldn't date.
"Is our date still on? What did your parents say?"
.
"Well... I..." She paused, how could she say it, that they said no?
"Viola?"
"I'll see you tonight."
"Okay, should I pick you up?"
"You know where I live?"
"Sure, it's just across the street from my friend's house."
"Just wait outside, I'll see you at seven."
She slammed the phone down, leaning back into her bed as she stroked Edinthor. She had to get out of the house without her parents noticing. Her view turned towards the window.
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Viola checked her make-up once again in the mirror, making sure her hat was secured on her head and her gloves on. Satisfied she walked into her bedroom and began stuffing pillows beneath the covers, forming the shape of a body. She walked over to the window, checking below for any sign of her mother, any animal that might not belong. Finally she climbed out, clinging to the ledge and drainpipe until it was safe enough to drop. She tumbled on the grass, careful to keep her face covered as her hat was sent flying.
Viola stood up, glancing around one more time before putting her hat back on and running around the other side of the house. "Marco?"
"Yea."
She adjusted her eyes to the dark, looking in the direction of the voice. Marco was standing in the front yard, waiting for her. Looking back Viola approached the boy. "Lets go."
"Hey, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"My father has a very large gun collection."
That shut him up immediately. "Alright then."
An owl ruffled its feathers, watching the two leave. It's large glowing eyes focused on them before spreading its wings and taking flight.
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"I don't understand the movie."
Marco smiled. "It's Jim Carrey."
Viola nodded, turning back to the movie. "I still don't understand it."
"You remind me of a friend of mine."
"That's not a bad thing is it?"
"Nope."
(Only you would choose to take a date to a comedy.)
Marco winced. "Where are you?"
Viola looked at Marco. "I'm right here."
Marco smiled. "Of course, right. I just wonder what so many people are doing here."
"They're watching a movie, shouldn't there be this many people around?"
"Right"
(I'm on your head, as long as your date doesn't decide to check for roaches we'll be fine.)
"That's gross."
Viola looked at Marco, apparently he didn't approve of the current scene. ++You seem determined to disobey me and your father, Viola.++
Viola froze, how did she find her. She kicked herself for not being careful enough. ++Mom! What are you doing here?++
++Keeping an eye on you. Sneaking off into the night, you broke the rules.++
++They're unfair rules mother.++
++They're very reasonable. You'll come home right now Viola, and we'll talk about your education.++
Viola scowled, turning to Marco. "Look I have to go."
(Told you she wouldn't enjoy it.)
"The movie can't be that bad."
Viola smiled. "It's nothing like that, I have to get home, I kinda wasn't supposed to be out tonight."
Quietly she slipped into the isle and out the doors. The ultimate embarrassment was leaving during the middle of a movie. She just hoped that Marco would understand.
(You know...)
Marco sighed as he stood to get up as well. "Shut up Jake."
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Viola hated how they stared her down, both parents giving her expressions of disappointment, as she remained seated on the couch.
Mr. Lawrence frowned. "What were you thinking Viola?"
"I..."
Mrs. Lawrence narrowed her eyes. "You weren't thinking, running off in the night. You could have been killed!"
Viola lowered her eyes, mother could just as easily taken her usual form, but as a human it was a lot easier to yell. She swore that was what her mother enjoyed best about being human.
"Marco was with me."
"How well do you know Marco? You've only been in school for a week!"
"It's time you stopped sheltering me. I know the consequences mother."
Mr. Lawrence frowned. "But you fail to see the severity of the situation."
Mrs. Lawrence nodded. "No computer but for schoolwork and research. One month."
"That isn't fair!"
"If you pull another stunt like this we're pulling you out of school."
Viola scowled, nodding.
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She was in a rotten mood all day at school. The fact that she had also been pestered for her 'skin condition' didn't help matters. Those daring to insult her had been promptly met with deadly glares from her own violet eyes. It was history she was heading to next, the one class that could possibly make the day look better. Perhaps she would be able to explain in believable terms why it had been necessary to leave so early last night.
"Viola."
Speak of the devil. She turned around, facing the dark haired boy. "Marco, I'm sorry I had to leave."
"Yea sure, understandable. How much trouble were you in?"
"What?"
He leaned against the wall. "When you come around the back instead of through the front door, chances are you're sneaking out."
She nodded. "I'm grounded."
"Bummer. Look I'll see you inside, the teachers seem to be resentful to the idea of me being constantly late."
He pushed off from the wall and slipped inside. Viola watched him go, choosing to linger in the hall. It was just a stupid date, couldn't her parents have let her have just one date? Her eyes passed over a document on the wall and she stepped closer to examine it.
biThe Sharing/i/b
iA place to belong, where family connects together. All ages welcome./i
Still scowling she ripped the document from the wall and shoved it into her backpack. She would read it over later, maybe someone did give a damn about her social life.
()=Thought speak to Marco
++ ++= Thought speak to Viola.
:: Will still signify all around thought speak.
And a final note, I STILL do not own Animorphs.
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"What do you mean I can't go?!"
Mrs. Lawrence folded her arms, focusing stalk and main eyes on her daughter. ::It's not safe.::
"It's not safe, you might be discovered. There's always danger! It's just a harmless date mom!"
:: Be that as it may you know perfectly well how easy it is to be exposed. I noticed you came home with gloves on.::
Viola frowned; she hadn't thought anyone had noticed she had been wearing gloves where there were none. Her mother was observant, she used to be military, she should have known that she'd figure it out.
Viola threw up her arms in anger and stormed into her father's office. "Father this is unreasonable!"
Mr. Lawrence didn't look up from his computer, his attention mostly focused on the current novel he was writing. "I agree with your mother on this one Viola. No dates."
Viola scowled. "You don't know! I'm careful!"
"I have no doubt that you aren't Viola, and I'm sure your mother agrees but you can't prevent the mistakes."
::That's what we're worried about.::
"Maybe in a few more years."
Viola backed from the room, anger flashing in her eyes. "I hate you! I hate you both!"
She ran up the stairs, slamming the door to her room. The entire act had started to become a common occurrence. Viola stared at herself in the mirror. Blue skin, stalk eyes, auburn hair and deer's feet.
i Not normal, not normal. I'm not normal. I'll never be normal./i
She glared at her reflection in resentment, grabbing the frame off the wall and throwing it to the floor, watching her image shatter in the sound of breaking glass.
Breaking a mirror, that was seven years bad luck. She didn't care.
Viola sat down on the bed ignoring the glass shards and deliberately refusing to give them a second glance. She bent down looking beneath her bed. A huddled mass of gray fur and glowing eyes looked back at her. "Edinthor."
She reached her hands out ready to accept the cat that merely let out a low growl. The shattering of the mirror had obviously startled him and Edinthor didn't tolerate surprises well. Her parents had brought home the kitten three years ago, more of a way to make up for lost companionships. In a way Edinthor had filled the gap and Viola enjoyed having the animal around. "Edinthor I'm sorry. Please?"
The feline seemed to consider this and deem her forgiven as he emerged from beneath the bed, allowing Viola to lift him into her arms and onto the bed beside her. Edinthor purred in pleasure as he was stroked just behind the ears, on the neck and at the base of his tail. "Well Edinthor, your the only guy in my life."
Edinthor meowed in response when he was interrupted by the telephone ringing. She listened to the movement downstairs, the phone ceased it's ringing. Someone had picked up the receiver.
"Viola! Phone call!"
Viola sighed picking up her phone she covered the mouthpiece and called back downstairs. "I got it!"
Uncovering her mouthpiece she began to speak. "Hello?"
"Viola. It's Marco."
"Oh, hello Marco."
"You don't seem thrilled. Were you expecting someone else?"
"No it's just... nothing." Just that she couldn't date.
"Is our date still on? What did your parents say?"
.
"Well... I..." She paused, how could she say it, that they said no?
"Viola?"
"I'll see you tonight."
"Okay, should I pick you up?"
"You know where I live?"
"Sure, it's just across the street from my friend's house."
"Just wait outside, I'll see you at seven."
She slammed the phone down, leaning back into her bed as she stroked Edinthor. She had to get out of the house without her parents noticing. Her view turned towards the window.
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Viola checked her make-up once again in the mirror, making sure her hat was secured on her head and her gloves on. Satisfied she walked into her bedroom and began stuffing pillows beneath the covers, forming the shape of a body. She walked over to the window, checking below for any sign of her mother, any animal that might not belong. Finally she climbed out, clinging to the ledge and drainpipe until it was safe enough to drop. She tumbled on the grass, careful to keep her face covered as her hat was sent flying.
Viola stood up, glancing around one more time before putting her hat back on and running around the other side of the house. "Marco?"
"Yea."
She adjusted her eyes to the dark, looking in the direction of the voice. Marco was standing in the front yard, waiting for her. Looking back Viola approached the boy. "Lets go."
"Hey, aren't you going to invite me in?"
"My father has a very large gun collection."
That shut him up immediately. "Alright then."
An owl ruffled its feathers, watching the two leave. It's large glowing eyes focused on them before spreading its wings and taking flight.
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"I don't understand the movie."
Marco smiled. "It's Jim Carrey."
Viola nodded, turning back to the movie. "I still don't understand it."
"You remind me of a friend of mine."
"That's not a bad thing is it?"
"Nope."
(Only you would choose to take a date to a comedy.)
Marco winced. "Where are you?"
Viola looked at Marco. "I'm right here."
Marco smiled. "Of course, right. I just wonder what so many people are doing here."
"They're watching a movie, shouldn't there be this many people around?"
"Right"
(I'm on your head, as long as your date doesn't decide to check for roaches we'll be fine.)
"That's gross."
Viola looked at Marco, apparently he didn't approve of the current scene. ++You seem determined to disobey me and your father, Viola.++
Viola froze, how did she find her. She kicked herself for not being careful enough. ++Mom! What are you doing here?++
++Keeping an eye on you. Sneaking off into the night, you broke the rules.++
++They're unfair rules mother.++
++They're very reasonable. You'll come home right now Viola, and we'll talk about your education.++
Viola scowled, turning to Marco. "Look I have to go."
(Told you she wouldn't enjoy it.)
"The movie can't be that bad."
Viola smiled. "It's nothing like that, I have to get home, I kinda wasn't supposed to be out tonight."
Quietly she slipped into the isle and out the doors. The ultimate embarrassment was leaving during the middle of a movie. She just hoped that Marco would understand.
(You know...)
Marco sighed as he stood to get up as well. "Shut up Jake."
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Viola hated how they stared her down, both parents giving her expressions of disappointment, as she remained seated on the couch.
Mr. Lawrence frowned. "What were you thinking Viola?"
"I..."
Mrs. Lawrence narrowed her eyes. "You weren't thinking, running off in the night. You could have been killed!"
Viola lowered her eyes, mother could just as easily taken her usual form, but as a human it was a lot easier to yell. She swore that was what her mother enjoyed best about being human.
"Marco was with me."
"How well do you know Marco? You've only been in school for a week!"
"It's time you stopped sheltering me. I know the consequences mother."
Mr. Lawrence frowned. "But you fail to see the severity of the situation."
Mrs. Lawrence nodded. "No computer but for schoolwork and research. One month."
"That isn't fair!"
"If you pull another stunt like this we're pulling you out of school."
Viola scowled, nodding.
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She was in a rotten mood all day at school. The fact that she had also been pestered for her 'skin condition' didn't help matters. Those daring to insult her had been promptly met with deadly glares from her own violet eyes. It was history she was heading to next, the one class that could possibly make the day look better. Perhaps she would be able to explain in believable terms why it had been necessary to leave so early last night.
"Viola."
Speak of the devil. She turned around, facing the dark haired boy. "Marco, I'm sorry I had to leave."
"Yea sure, understandable. How much trouble were you in?"
"What?"
He leaned against the wall. "When you come around the back instead of through the front door, chances are you're sneaking out."
She nodded. "I'm grounded."
"Bummer. Look I'll see you inside, the teachers seem to be resentful to the idea of me being constantly late."
He pushed off from the wall and slipped inside. Viola watched him go, choosing to linger in the hall. It was just a stupid date, couldn't her parents have let her have just one date? Her eyes passed over a document on the wall and she stepped closer to examine it.
biThe Sharing/i/b
iA place to belong, where family connects together. All ages welcome./i
Still scowling she ripped the document from the wall and shoved it into her backpack. She would read it over later, maybe someone did give a damn about her social life.