Chapter 2
It should've been obvious to her, but it wasn't. Something was amiss and drove her up a wall. In the back of her mind, a small nagging voice could be heard Whether it was the fact that Crocker. The crazed obsessed creep was right or the fact anyone could consider her miserable. It was simply impossible for her...one of Dimmesdale's richest ten-year-olds. To be unhappy. Unfathomable in her mind. Unconcealable in this world or any other. She pushed her pesky thoughts aside as she approached the back of the bus. Outside of the pink-hated loser...it was like she was invisible. All three of her friends were chatting amongst each other about something. Trixie raised an eyebrow; many people had done things to get her attention but ignored her. She cleared her throat, "So what did I miss?"
"The loser," the three of them said in sync. Chad, Tad, and Veronica said nervously. "The loser got some kind of thing he's showing off in class today." Another personal pet peeve of hers was how much attention that loser could muster, "You're not having one of those days are you?"
"Don't you even start!" Trixie snapped, "I don't have those kinds of days...I've never had one of those days. Don't you dare start." All three of them looked at one another but nodded their heads. It was simply impossible for her, Trixie Tang, the richest, prettiest, and most popular kid in school to have one of those days. "And uh...what? Is there something wrong with me? I'm not having one of those days! Trixie Tang doesn't have bad days!"
"Ah huh," Veronica said. "Well, I'm going to grab the emergency bad day kit just in case. I don't like that look...err I mean sprinkles!" She said awkwardly and quickly shifted her head to avoid Trixie's glare.
She opened the school door and winced. After raising an eyebrow she let out a sigh of relief. This time no football teams, teenagers or Nascar drivers paraded down the hallway. She stepped inside the school building for lunch. This had to be a nightmare. Either her so-called 'godmother' was messing around or worse it was one of those days. Her hair was fizzed from being stepped over, multiple times. Paranoia was starting to set in, so with that, she carefully opened up the locker door. Only for a bucket of water to fall. "Of course why not? What else could go wrong?" She slammed her foot directly into the locker. "Stupid...stupid..stupid-"
"Caramel chocolate?" Trixie turned her head to see Veronica, Tad, and Chad. In Veronica's hand was a large satchel around her neck. "I know it's your favorite. And we don't want you to, well I'm not sure." She glared at the blonde-haired woman but snatched it from her hand. A small smile crossed her face as it was her favorite brand. With that, she tore the thing open and bit into it. Caramel white chocolate was there, anything better? "See I told you I was right…"
"I am not having a bad day!" Trixie snapped but took another bite of the chocolate. It was a savory piece. Even if it was on the cheaper end of chocolate it was still her favorite. She could only curse how well her friends were starting to know her. "I told you I don't have those types of days. I'm keeping the chocolate though. Is this the emergency kit? And how long have you had this?"
"For months," Tad admitted. "We got it the last time you had an err you know. After Crocker failed you on the test the one time." He winced trying to avoid her, but Trixie just glared at him.
"Accuse me of having a bad day, you idiot! And you can go and hang out with the idiot Timmy. Heck, you're probably fit right in right next to bald and lazy. On one side, the boil oiler on the other. With the trash can boy not too far away!" With that, she stormed off from her friends.
"She is so having a bad day," Veronica commented. With that, they followed her from a small distance as she stormed into the classroom. Ignoring her obviously wet clothes, and who knows what else. Stepping into Crocker's classroom which was your stereotypical American classroom. A few of her classmates had piled on into the room and standing in the front of the room was Crocker. He wore his usual white lab coat, black glasses, and matching colored ties. A small smile crossed his lips once Trixie entered the classroom. "Before you say anything Crockpot umh it's one of those days for Trixie." Crocker raised an eyebrow at her.
"She's having a bad day isn't she?" He asked.
"Oh no you don't," Trixie snapped. He stumbled back at her, "Don't you bloody dare accuse me of having a bad day! Trixie Tang doesn't have bad days. I'm just having bad luck...unless you want to test me?" Crocker stumbled back a moment and put his hands into the air.
"No, No, No. I'm good, I think I learned, we all learned what happens when you have...a bad luck day." Trixie rolled her eyes and with that, she moved back to her usual spot in the classroom. "What's with her?"
"When Trixie has a bad day, everyone has a bad day," Chad said with a follow-up. "Should've seen what happened when her parents left town for a week without telling her." Tad, Veronica, and Chad shook in fear at the thought. Trixie just clenched her fist, she didn't have a bad day. But when people accused her of such things it certainly didn't make her happy.
The pink-hatted loser stood in front of the classroom. In one hand was a pillow with whatever he was going to show the class. With a pink blanket covering the item inside. A small smile crossed his face, "Ladies and gentleman for years now. What are the worst problems that we kids face? Besides being forced to attend to this public prison, overloading us with homework. And annoying math teachers obsessed with imaginary mythical creatures."
"Get to the point loser," Trixie screamed at the top of her lounges. Which only caused the kids in the class to wince. "No one cares. Did you make a loser eliminator device? Cause that would be helpful by now." The browned-haired kid smiled widely at her comment, "I will ruin your life. I'll ruin all of your lives!"
"As I was saying," Timmy continued. "Baths. Is there anything more annoying than playing a game, writing a comic book, or whatever else you do. No more having to have parents interrupt you, no longer do you have to waste precis time that could be spent on other more important things. I have found a solution to one of man kinds worse problems!" With that, he pulled the blanket off the invention. It was a moderately sized device a little bit bigger than the average size of a laptop. With a green round bulb, a purple body. Three red buttons on it, and a giant round dispense that shot things into the air. Similar to what one would find in t-shirt cannon. "Well with a single touch of a button all your problems will be solved. No more having to waste time! by one-click off a button and boom your clean." With that, he clicked one of the buttons on the side.
And nothing happened for a moment which caused laughter to follow suit. "Hmm that's not right…" He looked at it, "Oh ya it's got to be plugged in." With that, he picked up the black cord and plugged it into the outlet that was next to Crocker's desk. And something pink went flying into the air. Trixie Tang screamed as she was doused with a large dose of water and soap.
Anger flared into her eyes as she focused on the loser. There were many things she could tolerate, but this closed a line. No one made a fool out of her, "Run you, idiot! She's having a bad day!" Veronica screamed at him. Timmy blinked for a moment before taking off down the hall. Trixie screamed and dashed after him. No one would embarrass her and get away with it.
