As Seen On TV By HamClover

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Ugh. My head hurts again. Maybe it's because of this glum weather I've been having. And I'm just upset that every time my friend and I get together, something stupid comes up, so now I have a headache. Well, on a brighter note, I have that one old Chumbawumba song stuck in my head...I get knocked down, but I get up again, and

They ain't ever gonna keep me down! Ugh it just sits there and echoes in my head. Maybe that's the cause of my headache. (Yeah and I just downloaded it, oy!) Sort of ironic too, because of all the crappy things that have been happening. I have a strange knack for getting myself back together when bad things happen, but it still scars me. And I don't think you guys really want to hear about me sulking anymore, either. Let's change topic. I'm a space cadet. And being one, while my mom was babbling something, I was thinking about starting a forum. I never really had, but wanted to. And now that the Hamtaro fan community seems really run down, I come to this site because it's all I really got now. So I have this "brilliant" idea to start a forum just for Hamtaro fanfic writers/readers. It's probably already been done, but oh well. I'll give you the URL for it next chapter, I hope you register!!!!!

Oh and to all you wonderful reviewers, I LOVE YOU GUYS! Yeah, I sound like some stalker, but I really do appreciate that you guys take time out of your day to read something that I don't get paid for. It's what I love. I love making people smile. I'm most happy when I do. Thanks for listening! 

Chapter Ten .:I Get Knocked Down...:.

What a curious sight she was, just sitting there, eyes wide open, as if she had seen a ghost. The worker found it to be a hoot, too. Clutching his Pepsi, he had that sort of smug look on his face, something like "Damn, that's what happens if I lose my sanity" he must have thought. Sparkle stared out into oblivion. Nothingness seemed quite interesting to her ask the worker reached over the slumped over Sparkle and dumped a smelly trash bag in the dumpster.

"Uh, hey? You alive?" The worker asks finally, swiping his hand in her face. Sparkle blinks out of her daze and gawks at him. "...Dayum!" She shouts. The worker steps back and gives her a weird stare back. "What the hell...is up?" He asks, stuttering now. Sparkle sighs and turns her head down to an empty can of Red Bull. And for really stupid reason, that was the funniest thing she had seen. Ever.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!" She explodes, kicking her feet on the old, weeds in the cracks pavement. The worker blinks, stepping back even more.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAA HAAAA HAAAH HEEE HEEE HEEE HAA HEE AAAHHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"What the hell is wrong with you!?"

"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

"Really! I gonna call the loony bin to come get you!!!"

Sparkle manages to quiet down. She runs her fingers through her pigtails, trying to catch her breathe. She has this sort of wide grin on her face that isn't a forced smile, but she really isn't happy, either. Her finger finds a knot in her hair. It makes her remember that she had left the hotel room after attempting to rid of Scout, (And he was the whole reason she was here in the first place!) and that she had also left Blair and Nero on a scavenger hunt for her. Swell.

"I'm...sorry," Sparkle begins, blushing from her sudden outburst. The worker sighs and squats down, thinking he's gonna hear some long story or something, but Sparkle's too damn lazy to tell her life story to a complete stranger. "I...am having a bad day..." She slowly glances down to the empty Red Bull. It seemed to be her biggest enemy at the moment.

Picking the can up, she thrusts it in the worker's face. "This," She says, "Can I get some mullah for this?"

The worker stares at her for a moment, and finally takes the Red Bull from her paw. Standing up, he stares at the can as if he was holding the Hope Diamond. "Take it! And get me some money!" Sparkle yells.

Quickly, the worker scrambles into the back door, allowing Sparkle to gain her composure before he returned with the money. She started looking over herself, as if she had gotten knocked out from being so drunk and was making sure no guys "messed around" with her while she was. All she noticed was that she had spilt some of the energy drink on her fur. "Eew," She whines, trying to lick the sticky stuff off. Giving up on that, she stands up and stares into an old window. It was so darn old and dirty, she couldn't see through it, but it made a perfect mirror. Her jaw dropped when she saw herself. She truly redefined the word 'mess'. Her once golden-copper coat was now a dull brown, and her eyes no longer seemed to shine like sky blue, but now looked old and gray. She had bags under her eyes, knotty hair, and she hadn't put deodorant on in a day. It made her want to cry. Cry, cry, cry. Cry so hard she would speed up global warming.

Taking a big gulp, she held it back. She held it all back. Sparkle stared into the mirror, staring at herself as if she were staring her own doom in the eyes. She couldn't stand crying in front of people, in public for that matter. She has a reputation for being tough, and taking no shit.

Slowing counting to ten, Sparkle gets her emotions under control. Much better.

The door creaks open and the clueless worker stumbled out, holding a dollar bill.

"Um, here, this is for the exchange." He mumbles. 'Must not have had his coffee yet,' Sparkle thinks.

Thanking the worker, she takes the dollar bill. Suddenly, her eyes bulge out again and she freezes. Slowly, Sparkle turns to that poor confused worker.

"...Can you...tell me the time?" She asks slowly.

"Um, well, it's seven in the morning," The worker answers. And with not even a goodbye, he slips through the door again.

"It's seven..." Sparkle echoes. That means she had fallen asleep. She had spent the night next to a dumpster in a gas station. She had done something that other people of her status probably would have sued for. And with the thought of that, she smiles. Despite all the bad things happening to her, the fact that she hasn't really thrown a hissy fit or called her lawyer was pretty big for her.

So, clutching her dollar bill, head high, Sparkle strides over to the pay phone. The good thing was, this kept her mind of the TV show and having to get that little first kiss of hers...