parts of this chapter r kinda random. really random. but w/e. u might still
like it. u'll get what i mean later on. i'm just being weird right now.
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It had been many weeks since that happy day at Central Park. I guess the way I'm wording this makes it sound as if time now is sad and depressing, but no--everyone's still happy. For the mean time, anyway.
Nicole threw her Sleeping Beauty backpack onto her bed and then raced into her mother's room.
"Hi sweetie," Peach said, who was lying casually on her bed. "How was your day?"
"Good," answered Nicole. "We got our groups for the project today."
"Really? Who's in your group?"
"John, Paul, George, and. . .uh. . ."
"Ringo?" Peach joked. Nicole gave her mother a blank expression. "Never mind."
"Oh yeah, and Jackie."
"How nice."
"Mom, you remembered that tonight's Back To School Night. . .didn't you?" Nicole asked.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, I can't go," Peach apologized. "I've got a very important meeting to go to tonight. I don't think I can make it."
"That's okay," Nicole sighed. "I don't even like my teacher that much. I hate her."
Peach's eyebrows went up. "Hate is a pretty strong word."
"But she's so boring!" Nicole exclaimed. "My teacher last year said that learning is supposed to be fun! How on EARTH can it be fun if the person teaching you sounds like a robot, is at least a hundred years old, and then calls you stupid!?"
"Nicole, your teacher did not call you stupid."
"She did! I was there, you weren't!" Nicole sighed loudly with exasperation, and lifted her legs in the air while lying on the bed. "She gets distracted while she teaches us and so she forgets to teach us stuff so the next day when she tests us on the stuff she didn't teach, we don't know whay she's talking about! So then she says 'You know why you don't know what I'm talking about? Because none of you were paying attentiont yesterday when I taught it!' So then she assigns us extra homework to do!!"
"That sounds a little unfair," Peach said.
"It is! That's why I stay up so late every night doing homework! It isn't fair!"
"You're right," Peach decided. "I don't think that a third grader should be working as hard as you are! I wish I could go to Back To School Night so I could have a talk with your teacher, but. . ." She shrugged. "I can't."
The two of them heard the sound of the front door closing, followed by jubilant laughter. Grinning, Nicole climbed off of Peach's bed and bolted out of the room. "Maybe you can't come, but I know someone who could!"
"Hi, Nicole," Zelda said, bending over to hug her neice.
"Hi Aunt Zellie, hi Link!" Nicole said, hugging them both tightly.
"Well, well, well," Zelda laughed. "What's the occasion? You act as if you haven't seen me for years!"
"I'll explain it to you in a minute," Peach said, walking out of her room. "Hi, guys." She turned to her daughter. "Nicole, why don't you go get a start on your home work while I talk with Aunt Zelda and Link?"
"Okay," Nicole agreed, walking back into her bedroom.
"So what's this all about?" Zelda asked, taking a seat.
"It's about Nicole's new teacher," Peach explained. "And tonight is Back To School Night. . ." She plunged into a detailed description of Nicole's new sadistic third-grade teacher.
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"Okay, the school's just around the corner from here," Zelda said, directing Link to Nicole's school from Eliza's house. "Yeah, there's the parking lot."
A few moments later, Zelda and Link got out of the car, both dressed in what they (and Peach) had decided was their best:
Link wore a large, blue baseball hat backwards on his head. On top of his large Hockey jersey he wore a puffy, black coat. Chains zigzagged in and out of the pockets on his sagging jeans. Link bent down to untie his shoes with hands that bore gloves which were cut off at the knuckles.
Zelda had on black pants with flaires, with straps flying out of the pockets. She also bore black fishnets, with a shirt that read "Pre-School Drop out." Black-and-blue bracelets were on her wrists, and Zelda had also put on red lipstick and black eye shadow. She'd also decided on letting her hair down for the evening.
"Ready?" she asked Link.
"Ready."
Grinning mischievously at each other, the two of them walked into the school and found Nicole's classroom.
"Doing this to a teacher makes me feel like I'm in high school again," Link whispered, grinning as he sat down.
"But remember, this is an elementary school," Zelda joked, taking the seat closest to him. A few moments later, an elderly woman entered the room, wearing a rather ugly purple spotted dress and a cheap fake-looking pearl necklace.
"Dear parents of my third-grade students, it is wonderful to meet you at last," said the old broad. "To your students, I am known as Mrs. DePoint- -" (Zelda and Link hastily turned laughs into coughs)"--but you may all call me Maxine."
She threw an annoyed glance at Zelda, who had just very loudly popped a bubble from her Bazooka Joe gum. Zel rolled her eyes and looked away.
"So before we begin, are there any questions?" Mrs. DePoint asked, speaking to the group of adults as if they were three year olds. Perhaps she wanted to give them the impression that that was the way she treated her students.
"Yeah, I've got a question," said Link, standing up and giving his pants a small, subtle tug.
"May we have the pleasure of hearing your name before your question?" Mrs. DePoint asked with a strained smile, sounding again as if she were talking to a toddler.
"The name's Link Kokiri," he answered, adjusting the long gold necklace that was fastened around his neck.
"And. . .who, may I ask, is your child that is in my class?" the teacher inquired, not recognizing the last name.
"Uh, actually, he don't have a kid in this class," Zelda said, popping her gum. "Y'a see, we're Nicole Toadstool's Aunt and uh. . .Uncle. Her mom couldn't make it tonight."
"I see. . .so what was your question, Mr. Kokiri?"
"My. . .neice has been saying that she's been gettin' a lot of homework from you," Link said, taking a seat slowly. "She's stayed up for hours and hours on end trying to finish it. I say that's too much work for a nine-year old." Link pounded his fist on the desk to emphasize his point. "So what's up with that??"
"Yeah, the same problem's with my Little Jimmy!" said another man, getting to his feet.
"'Little'?" his wife asked, tugging on his jacket to make him sit down again. "Since when do we call him 'Little' Jimmy? Even if he DOES get too much homework for his little head."
"I give them what third graders should be capable of at this stage," Mrs. DePoint growled, walking up to Link and knocking his hat onto the floor. "There are no hats allowed in school."
Gasping, Zelda bent down and picked Link's hat off the ground.
"YO!" said Link, grabbing the hat and putting it back on his head. "You did NOT just disrupt my ghetto!! That ain't cool, man!"
"I am not a man, I am a woman," Mrs. DePoint sniffed in her falsetto voice.
"All I'm sayin' is that it ain't right to give third graders this much work to worry about," Link said. "It just ain't right."
"Yeah," Zelda added. "Lighten up and give 'em a chance!"
"ExCUSE me, but this is--"
"Man, when I was nine years old, we didn't have to do six hours o' crap every night!" Zelda said, turning to the other adults, who were starting to murmur and nod their heads in agreement.
Mrs. DePoint's eyes narrowed. "What did you just say? CRAP?!"
"Yeah, that a problem wit you?" Zelda asked, giving her gum a long stretch. Her neice's teacher glared at her, silently stating that it WAS a problem. "What?? CRAP!! CRAP CRAP CRAP CR--"
"Well when I was nine, such FOUL language was not used in classrooms!" Mr. DePoint sniffed.
"Yeah, how many centuries ago was that?" Link asked. "You want more o' this crap, I got a whole mouthful of them."
"If you say that. . .that WORD one more time, I'll throw you out of here!!" Mrs. DePoint shouted.
"C'mon Link," said Zelda. "We don't need this shi. . .CRAP." She started walking out the door, until Mrs. DePoint stopped her.
Her eyes narrowed again. "You've got a lot of spunk, kid."
"Yeah, well guess what?" Zelda said, leaning closer and speaking in a very soft voice (the other parents tilted towards them slightly to eavesdrop). "It runs in the family." Swiftly, she and Link left the classroom.
As they walked back to the car, the two of them began laughing hysterically.
"I didn't think I'd still enjoy agonizing teachers!" Link chuckled. There was a joyful silence between them, then Link walked over to Zelda, taking off his jacket and hat. He opened the back car door for her, and she quickly stepped in. Link got in after her, then shut the door.
Automatically, Zelda reached up and put her arms around Link. She stared into his soft blue eyes, as if telling him what he was about to receive. Zelda leaned forward and slid her tongue into Link's mouth, her hands moving distractedly into his hair.
He met her with equal ardor, his kisses getting harder and more passionated as he found himself pushing Zelda onto her back until he was lying on top of her. Suddenly Link broke off the kiss as he felt Zelda's hand reach for the side of his pants.
"Wait. . ." he whispered, slowly prying her hand off of his hip. "This isn't. . .it's not. . .we shouldn't do this, Zel." Link slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her. Zelda's blonde hair was somewhat tousled, and her eyes looked up at him with a burning love and slight confusion. He sighed heavily, then said, "I--I really don't believe that we should do this before. . .before. . ."
"I understand," Zelda whispered. "I just. . .got a little excited, I guess."
Link slowly sat up, and Zelda did too. She leaned forward and kissed him gently one last time. "I love you."
"C'mon, I'll take you home."
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"So, uh. . .how long you been in town, Mr. Kokiri?"
"Oh, I just got here a day or two ago. And please Marth, just call me Hunter."
"Okay. Hunter."
"So how long have you known my son?" Hunter asked, taking another long gulp of his beer.
"Aw, I dunno. We've been around each other a lot. I guess you could say that we're friends, somewhat. If he were to find out you were--oh, bartender? Another beer for my friend here, please--anyway, if Link were to find out you were here, do you think he'd be happy to see you?"
"Why sure," Mr. Kokiri (or Hunter, as I guess I'll refer to him from now on) answered, taking a swig from his sixth glass. "Link always used to look up to me like a. . .well, I was his father."
"Do you think he'd like to be informed?"
Hunter hiccuped, then said, "I would think so."
Grinning, Marth said, "I'll be right back."
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Sighing and rubbing his forehead, Link stepped into his apartment. Lazily, he threw his jacket onto the couch and then noticed that he had a phone message. Link reached over and pressed a button, and waited to hear the message.
"Uh. . .hey, Link, this is Marth Lowell. . .your dad's in town. He want to see you."
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Rasheid: You did NOT just disrupt my gangstuh!!
Amanda: Or ghetto.
Me: Please review!!!!!!!!
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It had been many weeks since that happy day at Central Park. I guess the way I'm wording this makes it sound as if time now is sad and depressing, but no--everyone's still happy. For the mean time, anyway.
Nicole threw her Sleeping Beauty backpack onto her bed and then raced into her mother's room.
"Hi sweetie," Peach said, who was lying casually on her bed. "How was your day?"
"Good," answered Nicole. "We got our groups for the project today."
"Really? Who's in your group?"
"John, Paul, George, and. . .uh. . ."
"Ringo?" Peach joked. Nicole gave her mother a blank expression. "Never mind."
"Oh yeah, and Jackie."
"How nice."
"Mom, you remembered that tonight's Back To School Night. . .didn't you?" Nicole asked.
"Oh honey, I'm sorry, I can't go," Peach apologized. "I've got a very important meeting to go to tonight. I don't think I can make it."
"That's okay," Nicole sighed. "I don't even like my teacher that much. I hate her."
Peach's eyebrows went up. "Hate is a pretty strong word."
"But she's so boring!" Nicole exclaimed. "My teacher last year said that learning is supposed to be fun! How on EARTH can it be fun if the person teaching you sounds like a robot, is at least a hundred years old, and then calls you stupid!?"
"Nicole, your teacher did not call you stupid."
"She did! I was there, you weren't!" Nicole sighed loudly with exasperation, and lifted her legs in the air while lying on the bed. "She gets distracted while she teaches us and so she forgets to teach us stuff so the next day when she tests us on the stuff she didn't teach, we don't know whay she's talking about! So then she says 'You know why you don't know what I'm talking about? Because none of you were paying attentiont yesterday when I taught it!' So then she assigns us extra homework to do!!"
"That sounds a little unfair," Peach said.
"It is! That's why I stay up so late every night doing homework! It isn't fair!"
"You're right," Peach decided. "I don't think that a third grader should be working as hard as you are! I wish I could go to Back To School Night so I could have a talk with your teacher, but. . ." She shrugged. "I can't."
The two of them heard the sound of the front door closing, followed by jubilant laughter. Grinning, Nicole climbed off of Peach's bed and bolted out of the room. "Maybe you can't come, but I know someone who could!"
"Hi, Nicole," Zelda said, bending over to hug her neice.
"Hi Aunt Zellie, hi Link!" Nicole said, hugging them both tightly.
"Well, well, well," Zelda laughed. "What's the occasion? You act as if you haven't seen me for years!"
"I'll explain it to you in a minute," Peach said, walking out of her room. "Hi, guys." She turned to her daughter. "Nicole, why don't you go get a start on your home work while I talk with Aunt Zelda and Link?"
"Okay," Nicole agreed, walking back into her bedroom.
"So what's this all about?" Zelda asked, taking a seat.
"It's about Nicole's new teacher," Peach explained. "And tonight is Back To School Night. . ." She plunged into a detailed description of Nicole's new sadistic third-grade teacher.
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"Okay, the school's just around the corner from here," Zelda said, directing Link to Nicole's school from Eliza's house. "Yeah, there's the parking lot."
A few moments later, Zelda and Link got out of the car, both dressed in what they (and Peach) had decided was their best:
Link wore a large, blue baseball hat backwards on his head. On top of his large Hockey jersey he wore a puffy, black coat. Chains zigzagged in and out of the pockets on his sagging jeans. Link bent down to untie his shoes with hands that bore gloves which were cut off at the knuckles.
Zelda had on black pants with flaires, with straps flying out of the pockets. She also bore black fishnets, with a shirt that read "Pre-School Drop out." Black-and-blue bracelets were on her wrists, and Zelda had also put on red lipstick and black eye shadow. She'd also decided on letting her hair down for the evening.
"Ready?" she asked Link.
"Ready."
Grinning mischievously at each other, the two of them walked into the school and found Nicole's classroom.
"Doing this to a teacher makes me feel like I'm in high school again," Link whispered, grinning as he sat down.
"But remember, this is an elementary school," Zelda joked, taking the seat closest to him. A few moments later, an elderly woman entered the room, wearing a rather ugly purple spotted dress and a cheap fake-looking pearl necklace.
"Dear parents of my third-grade students, it is wonderful to meet you at last," said the old broad. "To your students, I am known as Mrs. DePoint- -" (Zelda and Link hastily turned laughs into coughs)"--but you may all call me Maxine."
She threw an annoyed glance at Zelda, who had just very loudly popped a bubble from her Bazooka Joe gum. Zel rolled her eyes and looked away.
"So before we begin, are there any questions?" Mrs. DePoint asked, speaking to the group of adults as if they were three year olds. Perhaps she wanted to give them the impression that that was the way she treated her students.
"Yeah, I've got a question," said Link, standing up and giving his pants a small, subtle tug.
"May we have the pleasure of hearing your name before your question?" Mrs. DePoint asked with a strained smile, sounding again as if she were talking to a toddler.
"The name's Link Kokiri," he answered, adjusting the long gold necklace that was fastened around his neck.
"And. . .who, may I ask, is your child that is in my class?" the teacher inquired, not recognizing the last name.
"Uh, actually, he don't have a kid in this class," Zelda said, popping her gum. "Y'a see, we're Nicole Toadstool's Aunt and uh. . .Uncle. Her mom couldn't make it tonight."
"I see. . .so what was your question, Mr. Kokiri?"
"My. . .neice has been saying that she's been gettin' a lot of homework from you," Link said, taking a seat slowly. "She's stayed up for hours and hours on end trying to finish it. I say that's too much work for a nine-year old." Link pounded his fist on the desk to emphasize his point. "So what's up with that??"
"Yeah, the same problem's with my Little Jimmy!" said another man, getting to his feet.
"'Little'?" his wife asked, tugging on his jacket to make him sit down again. "Since when do we call him 'Little' Jimmy? Even if he DOES get too much homework for his little head."
"I give them what third graders should be capable of at this stage," Mrs. DePoint growled, walking up to Link and knocking his hat onto the floor. "There are no hats allowed in school."
Gasping, Zelda bent down and picked Link's hat off the ground.
"YO!" said Link, grabbing the hat and putting it back on his head. "You did NOT just disrupt my ghetto!! That ain't cool, man!"
"I am not a man, I am a woman," Mrs. DePoint sniffed in her falsetto voice.
"All I'm sayin' is that it ain't right to give third graders this much work to worry about," Link said. "It just ain't right."
"Yeah," Zelda added. "Lighten up and give 'em a chance!"
"ExCUSE me, but this is--"
"Man, when I was nine years old, we didn't have to do six hours o' crap every night!" Zelda said, turning to the other adults, who were starting to murmur and nod their heads in agreement.
Mrs. DePoint's eyes narrowed. "What did you just say? CRAP?!"
"Yeah, that a problem wit you?" Zelda asked, giving her gum a long stretch. Her neice's teacher glared at her, silently stating that it WAS a problem. "What?? CRAP!! CRAP CRAP CRAP CR--"
"Well when I was nine, such FOUL language was not used in classrooms!" Mr. DePoint sniffed.
"Yeah, how many centuries ago was that?" Link asked. "You want more o' this crap, I got a whole mouthful of them."
"If you say that. . .that WORD one more time, I'll throw you out of here!!" Mrs. DePoint shouted.
"C'mon Link," said Zelda. "We don't need this shi. . .CRAP." She started walking out the door, until Mrs. DePoint stopped her.
Her eyes narrowed again. "You've got a lot of spunk, kid."
"Yeah, well guess what?" Zelda said, leaning closer and speaking in a very soft voice (the other parents tilted towards them slightly to eavesdrop). "It runs in the family." Swiftly, she and Link left the classroom.
As they walked back to the car, the two of them began laughing hysterically.
"I didn't think I'd still enjoy agonizing teachers!" Link chuckled. There was a joyful silence between them, then Link walked over to Zelda, taking off his jacket and hat. He opened the back car door for her, and she quickly stepped in. Link got in after her, then shut the door.
Automatically, Zelda reached up and put her arms around Link. She stared into his soft blue eyes, as if telling him what he was about to receive. Zelda leaned forward and slid her tongue into Link's mouth, her hands moving distractedly into his hair.
He met her with equal ardor, his kisses getting harder and more passionated as he found himself pushing Zelda onto her back until he was lying on top of her. Suddenly Link broke off the kiss as he felt Zelda's hand reach for the side of his pants.
"Wait. . ." he whispered, slowly prying her hand off of his hip. "This isn't. . .it's not. . .we shouldn't do this, Zel." Link slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her. Zelda's blonde hair was somewhat tousled, and her eyes looked up at him with a burning love and slight confusion. He sighed heavily, then said, "I--I really don't believe that we should do this before. . .before. . ."
"I understand," Zelda whispered. "I just. . .got a little excited, I guess."
Link slowly sat up, and Zelda did too. She leaned forward and kissed him gently one last time. "I love you."
"C'mon, I'll take you home."
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"So, uh. . .how long you been in town, Mr. Kokiri?"
"Oh, I just got here a day or two ago. And please Marth, just call me Hunter."
"Okay. Hunter."
"So how long have you known my son?" Hunter asked, taking another long gulp of his beer.
"Aw, I dunno. We've been around each other a lot. I guess you could say that we're friends, somewhat. If he were to find out you were--oh, bartender? Another beer for my friend here, please--anyway, if Link were to find out you were here, do you think he'd be happy to see you?"
"Why sure," Mr. Kokiri (or Hunter, as I guess I'll refer to him from now on) answered, taking a swig from his sixth glass. "Link always used to look up to me like a. . .well, I was his father."
"Do you think he'd like to be informed?"
Hunter hiccuped, then said, "I would think so."
Grinning, Marth said, "I'll be right back."
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Sighing and rubbing his forehead, Link stepped into his apartment. Lazily, he threw his jacket onto the couch and then noticed that he had a phone message. Link reached over and pressed a button, and waited to hear the message.
"Uh. . .hey, Link, this is Marth Lowell. . .your dad's in town. He want to see you."
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Rasheid: You did NOT just disrupt my gangstuh!!
Amanda: Or ghetto.
Me: Please review!!!!!!!!