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Team Rocket Unsolved Mysteries—Solved!
Aka My take on some of the things I've wondered about our favorite Team Rocket trio-Jessie, James, and Meowth (and possibly other assorted Team Rocket members)
Unsolved Mystery #2: Jessie's hair
A young Jessie looked out the window as her father carried two suitcases to the taxi parked in front of the house. It was raining, and the sky seemed to press down upon the little house in the slums. Jessie suddenly opened the door and ran out to give her father one last hug before he left for good. By the time she returned to the house, her nightgown was completely soaked, and her long red hair hung in strings around her face, dripping rain. Jessie rushed into the bathroom, knowing that her mother would be furious to find out that she had been out in the rain with just a nightgown, and barefooted. She pulled the hair dryer out of the drawer where it lay, and, plugging it in, began to hastily brush out her hair as she dried it.
As soon as she was finished, Jessie darted to her bedroom to put on a dry nightgown, thankful that they were all identical. Jessie hadn't even noticed that her hair had dried in a strange shape; it looked a bit like a long, thin cone, with a slight curl at the tip. Jessie looked up at a picture of herself on her father's shoulder, taken that summer in the park. Jessie began to cry, but before she could try to wipe the tears away, she heard the front door open.
"Jessie?" her mother called. "Where's Daddy?"
Jessie ran out of the bedroom, but tripped on the rug and sprawled across the floor. Sitting on her knees, she began to cry harder from the pain of the rug burn on her elbow and the pain of losing her father.
"He…he," Jessie sniffed loudly. "He said he had to leave. He took his clothes. I dunno where he went." Jessie's crying turned to bawling when she saw her mother's eyes fill with tears, as well. Jessie's mother gathered her daughter into her arms, and they sat there the entire evening, simply crying.
Eventually, Jessie fell asleep in her mother's arms. Her mother gently carried her into her bedroom and placed her into her bed, making sure to cover her with the softest, warmest blanket in the house.
The next morning, Jessie awoke to the sound of a whistling teapot and the smells of breakfast. Climbing out from under the blankets, she caught a good look at herself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. Her hair, though a bit mussed from sleep, still looked the same as it had the previous day. Jessie noticed how the style brought out her eyes, and decided to try it for the next few days to see if she liked it.
"Who knows?" she said to herself. "Maybe it's time for a little more change."
Note: Once again, this was written to rid myself of some writer's block I've been having lately. Thanks to Paladin Dragoon for giving me this idea. The next one will be about James' bottle caps, and then I think I'll do one for Meowth.
Let me just warn you that I've got about eight stories that I'm working on all at once, so it may be a while before the next TRUM is written. Usually, I only get these plot bunnies when I've got writer's block for everything else. All I can say is that I'll try to get the next installment out ASAP.
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Ciao!