Okay. Yes. I realize I am evil spawn and have kept you all waiting for months. LogtarPantsonfire gave me a big kick in the pants, and I owe him a BIG thank you. BIG BIG BIG Thank you. If it weren't for you, I probably would not have continued this story. So, everybody give him a hand!
And, I also have to thank all my lovely, lovely reviewers who by now have probably begun to wield pitch forks and are preparing to roast marshmallows and Oscar Myer Wieners upon my head. Anyways—I still love you guys [As long as you don't flame me. I will laugh at you while pouring tapioca pudding upon your sorry, sorry head that contains no brain cells. Not saying mine does]
So, without further interruption—I present to you—in all it's entirety—CHAPTER 2!
Yes. Let's get jiggy with it now, shall we? By the way—Since Mr. & Mrs. Stoppable are hence forth un-named, I have taken the liberty to giving them names :) Mrs. Stoppable's name is going to be Karen, and Mr. Stoppable's will be Matthew. Yes—that they shall be.
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Chapter 2
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"So Ron, how was your day?" Ron's mother asked as he entered the living room, threw down his bag, and plopped himself into a chair. "You're home early, is something wrong?" Of course, she knew what was wrong. The school nurse had called home and told her exactly what had happened—she figured that Ron needed to tell her on his own though.
"Uh—no, nothing's wrong mom." Ron answered, and then with a glance at her unchanged face he added, "Why don't we talk about this later, okay? I think I'm gonna' go nap and put Rufus in his cage."
Mrs. Stoppable gave her son an understanding gaze, and then set the matter aside. She would have to discuss it with her husband, and she how they should go about talking to their son.
In her head she wondered who could have possibly pulled such a horrid prank—they had no enemies in this town, none that they were aware of. Although they were the only Jewish members of their community, they attended temple in Upperton, where there were a large amount of citizens of Jewish faith. Karen hoped it was just a prank, pulled out of stupibility and no thought, and not a real threat.
Ron lay on his bed, covers strewn across the floor. His eyes were open, and were focused vaguely on a few stains on the white ceiling. One question kept repeating itself in his head, "Why?" Why would someone do something like this? Did anyone really hate him enough to do something like this? Sure, a lot of people disliked him because he was a 'nerd', or 'weird' or whatever else they called him behind his back—and sometime to his face. But, was this a prank? Or was someone really trying to warn him? He really didn't want to think about it right now. His phone rang three times, and finally the answering machine picked it up.
"Ron, it's Kim. Please pick up the phone, I know you're home. Listen, I'm here if you want to talk. They got your locker all cleaned up." She paused for a few moments, waiting for him to pick up. After he didn't, she resumed talking. "Ron, it was a prank. A horrible, stupid prank, at that, but please don't get too worked up about it. We'll find out who did it, they'll get in trouble, and it will be like nothing ever happened. Okay? Call me when you feel better. Bye."
Ron sighed as he heard the click of her ending the message, and then stared un-blinkingly at the red light of the answering machine signaling he had a message. He pressed the 'delete' key, erasing the message. He didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
About an hour later Kim called again. He let the answering machine pick up the message for the second time, and closed his eyes while listening to it.
"Ron, I know you probably don't want to talk right now. It's not making it any better though. So, when you want to talk to me, just give me a call. Maybe Bueno Nacho at 7? How's that sound? Well, I hope I'll se you there. Feel better—Kim."
He glanced at his clock—5:00. He still had 2 hours to make up his mind if he was going to meet Kim or not. He was in mid-thought when he heard his mother call up for him to come downstairs. Ron groaned—it meant his dad was home. Therefore, it was suppertime, and therefore he would have to talk about how his school day went—which was not a very happy matter.
"Coming mom!" He sighed, and mumbled something to Rufus as he hoped off his bed and proceeded downstairs.
"Ronald," His father acknowledged him, "How was your day?" Karen shot Ron a smile, and nudged Matthew on, "Anything go on today?"
"Nope." Ron answered quickly as he sat down in his chair and spooned some soup into his bowl.
He noticed his mom giving his father a sideways glance, but ignored it as he slurped some of the soup off his spoon.
"Ronald—we need to talk." Karen said, placing her hand on his.
"'Bout what?" He asked nervously. Did they know?
"About what happened at school today." Matthew told him. Oh yeah. He knew.
Ron sighed heavily. "Well...it was just this—"
He was cut off as a loud, 'Plop, plop.' Sound was heard from outside. The Stoppable family immediately raced outside, to find their house completely covered in cracked eggs, toilet paper, and red paint.
And, I also have to thank all my lovely, lovely reviewers who by now have probably begun to wield pitch forks and are preparing to roast marshmallows and Oscar Myer Wieners upon my head. Anyways—I still love you guys [As long as you don't flame me. I will laugh at you while pouring tapioca pudding upon your sorry, sorry head that contains no brain cells. Not saying mine does]
So, without further interruption—I present to you—in all it's entirety—CHAPTER 2!
Yes. Let's get jiggy with it now, shall we? By the way—Since Mr. & Mrs. Stoppable are hence forth un-named, I have taken the liberty to giving them names :) Mrs. Stoppable's name is going to be Karen, and Mr. Stoppable's will be Matthew. Yes—that they shall be.
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Chapter 2
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"So Ron, how was your day?" Ron's mother asked as he entered the living room, threw down his bag, and plopped himself into a chair. "You're home early, is something wrong?" Of course, she knew what was wrong. The school nurse had called home and told her exactly what had happened—she figured that Ron needed to tell her on his own though.
"Uh—no, nothing's wrong mom." Ron answered, and then with a glance at her unchanged face he added, "Why don't we talk about this later, okay? I think I'm gonna' go nap and put Rufus in his cage."
Mrs. Stoppable gave her son an understanding gaze, and then set the matter aside. She would have to discuss it with her husband, and she how they should go about talking to their son.
In her head she wondered who could have possibly pulled such a horrid prank—they had no enemies in this town, none that they were aware of. Although they were the only Jewish members of their community, they attended temple in Upperton, where there were a large amount of citizens of Jewish faith. Karen hoped it was just a prank, pulled out of stupibility and no thought, and not a real threat.
Ron lay on his bed, covers strewn across the floor. His eyes were open, and were focused vaguely on a few stains on the white ceiling. One question kept repeating itself in his head, "Why?" Why would someone do something like this? Did anyone really hate him enough to do something like this? Sure, a lot of people disliked him because he was a 'nerd', or 'weird' or whatever else they called him behind his back—and sometime to his face. But, was this a prank? Or was someone really trying to warn him? He really didn't want to think about it right now. His phone rang three times, and finally the answering machine picked it up.
"Ron, it's Kim. Please pick up the phone, I know you're home. Listen, I'm here if you want to talk. They got your locker all cleaned up." She paused for a few moments, waiting for him to pick up. After he didn't, she resumed talking. "Ron, it was a prank. A horrible, stupid prank, at that, but please don't get too worked up about it. We'll find out who did it, they'll get in trouble, and it will be like nothing ever happened. Okay? Call me when you feel better. Bye."
Ron sighed as he heard the click of her ending the message, and then stared un-blinkingly at the red light of the answering machine signaling he had a message. He pressed the 'delete' key, erasing the message. He didn't feel like talking to anyone right now.
About an hour later Kim called again. He let the answering machine pick up the message for the second time, and closed his eyes while listening to it.
"Ron, I know you probably don't want to talk right now. It's not making it any better though. So, when you want to talk to me, just give me a call. Maybe Bueno Nacho at 7? How's that sound? Well, I hope I'll se you there. Feel better—Kim."
He glanced at his clock—5:00. He still had 2 hours to make up his mind if he was going to meet Kim or not. He was in mid-thought when he heard his mother call up for him to come downstairs. Ron groaned—it meant his dad was home. Therefore, it was suppertime, and therefore he would have to talk about how his school day went—which was not a very happy matter.
"Coming mom!" He sighed, and mumbled something to Rufus as he hoped off his bed and proceeded downstairs.
"Ronald," His father acknowledged him, "How was your day?" Karen shot Ron a smile, and nudged Matthew on, "Anything go on today?"
"Nope." Ron answered quickly as he sat down in his chair and spooned some soup into his bowl.
He noticed his mom giving his father a sideways glance, but ignored it as he slurped some of the soup off his spoon.
"Ronald—we need to talk." Karen said, placing her hand on his.
"'Bout what?" He asked nervously. Did they know?
"About what happened at school today." Matthew told him. Oh yeah. He knew.
Ron sighed heavily. "Well...it was just this—"
He was cut off as a loud, 'Plop, plop.' Sound was heard from outside. The Stoppable family immediately raced outside, to find their house completely covered in cracked eggs, toilet paper, and red paint.