To repeat my earlier warning, this story is depressing in places.
4.
The school bus was there with plenty of time to spare. This was not what MJ wanted. She left the bus alone, and as Edward and his friends set off to the 'senior' playing field, MJ made her way quietly round the corner, towards the 'junior' area. She knew what was coming as she walked, but there was nothing she could do about it – or so she thought.
Sure enough, two slightly older kids, George and Nick where waiting for her. MJ tried to just ignore them, she also tried not to run. But it was difficult to find the courage required, so she tried to think of something else, like how it would be to have superpowers, so no one could hurt her…
Having nearly got past them, Gorge grabbed her by the hair (which straight orange streaks went down to her shoulders) and yanked her back. MJ couldn't help but yelp in pain; she was silenced by Nick's had across her mouth.
"Okay, let's see what you've got today," he smirked. Gorge emptied her lunch box on to the floor.
"Huh, we'll take the chocolate, but the rests rubbish!" he jumped on the remains, splattering it everywhere. MJ tried struggling, but couldn't brake free. So she bit Nick's hand instead.
"OW!" he jumped back, and MJ tried to run for it. George was quick to follow, and grabbed MJ's legs, swinging her over to the floor. Nick caught up, furious.
"You'll pay for that!" he hissed.
As MJ received the beating, any others who walked past kept well clear. There was only one spectator who was desperate to do something, but he was completely powerless.
Brick, who had dismounted, could only stand and watch in horror. He wanted to shout for help form someone on behalf of the poor kid, or getting there to sort it out himself, but there was nothing he could do. The pain of being so helpless ate away at him, more even then when he was watching Blossom. But all he could do was stand and watch.
Eventually the kids left MJ alone, and Brick could see her for himself. He walked over and had a look at the miserable child, who was trying not to cry. The main problem was now evident to him: she'd just received a horrendous pounding, and was in a lot of pain, but due to her biology she had almost no bruises to speak of. If she never told anyone, no one would ever know. And it made him mad!
Suddenly, MJ was looking in his direction, and Brick almost thought she was looking at him! He moved slightly, and was sure MJ's eyes followed. She appeared scared. Brick hesitated.
"Hi," he tried. MJ scooted away without getting up. Brick sighed, and then realised that he was running late. So with a long look over his shoulder at MJ, he walked through a nearby wall.
He emerged in a class room. At the desk the body of an elderly man was slumped. Brick sighed and walked over. He tapped the body with the butt of his scythe, and a spirit, in the form of the body popped out. Brick checked the hour glass. All the sand in it was in the bottom.
"Ah, Mr.J.Gondens, I'm so sorry about your death, but don't worry I'm here to reunite you with your late wife."
The spirit wondered out of his body with a horrified expression on his face.
"Oh, dear god no!" he said.
"No, I'm not God," Brick raised the scythe, and with a silent but swift swish, cut the sprit free of the body, "you'll meet him latter."
Bubbles always enjoyed being at Buttercup's house. It was always such a nice place to be, due to the vast amounts of expensive funitue Butch had… aquired. Today, she was there with her sister, listening to the kicking from the baby in Buttercup's womb.
"Oh, it sounds so cute!" she squeaked slightly, before stiting up and composing herself. "And you were worried that you'd never have one!"
"I was," she admitted, "but we've got one. It's hard work, But we're so happy!"
Bubbles nodded. "It will be great to see the first pure puff kid! I wish I had one."
"It won't be long now till you can start trying," Buttercup pointed out, "Any progress on the wedding date?" Bubbles shook her head.
"We can't do it soon, because I want you there, not in hospital having a baby, and it's difficult to get time off from a job which is so circumstances dependant.
Buttercup nodded. "It will be great though, and you'll look brilliant in white."
"You think so?"
"Yeah, not like me, I looked stupid."
"No you didn't," Bubbles protested, "it really brought out your colour that's all."
Buttercup laughed slightly, "The baby's kicking again!" she giggled like a child, but Bubbles looked concerned.
"Do you smell burning?" she asked, but before her sister could respond, an explosion of flame and smoke suddenly ripped through the room.
Having dropped off the late teacher, Brick was shooting across the sky on his horse, her hooves shooting flame as they clattered on the nonexistent floor she ran on. Brick was still depressed; he wanted to help his family (even if they weren't techniquly his) but there was nothing he could do to help anyone, let alone MJ. When you spend all your time administrating people who've just died, it's easy to get depressed about these sorts of things.
Still, it was work. Brick reached into his robe, and withdrew the next hourglass. It was a tiny one, so small that there was almost no sand in it. What there was in it had nearly all drained to the bottom. He glanced at the name on it and nearly froze.
"Oh please God no," he whispered, but his words were carried away on the breeze.
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