Chapter 6
One of the worst parts of being an artist was having to constantly redraw the same image over and over again. Which had to be done as each iteration would be better than the last. And unlike other artists she was making the entire comic from scratch...something most people would hire others to do. Though she wouldn't let anyone touch her baby that she had been working on for months. Picking up the sketch she crumpled the paper and threw it into the waste bin next to her desk. "Horrible," with that she laid her head onto her wooden desk. "Come on, why can't I come up with a design for my villain?" A single design would allow her to fly through the remaining couple pages and she'd have a complete first draft. Not including any edits that would come in the future.
"Well hun," Splinter's voice ruined her wallowing. One thing that Trixie did like about her godmother was her voice. It was of a soothing, aged woman that was a delight on the ear. "You should call it a night. You've been working for hours now and have school tomorrow. You know a fun day field with boys, presents, crazy teachers. Besides, if you sleep your brain will be able to come up with new characters, concepts or ideas. You should try it sometime."
Trixie grumbled, "Do you have to ruin my life? You're supposed to be my godmother and all you do is make me miserable. Ever since you came into my life everything has just been getting worse!"
"And how am I making you miserable?" Splinter asked, "Outside of the bet I haven't really used any magic at all. I've answered questions, read some books. Ooh reading. The horrors you're not exactly a wishy-wishy godchild, unlike other kids. Spoofing up a hundred wishes a second, and besides all, I've done it's a tissy itsy bits bit of parenting. Something your mother-"
"My mom is working and doing some really important things," she reminded her. With that Splinter sighed.
"I know Elizabeth I know-" Trixie's anger flared up. How she hated being compared to her mother.
"Don't call me Elizabeth, that's my mother's name!" With that Splinter raised her wand and poofed the girl into her nighttime clothes. Trixie glared at her, "What are you doing?"
"Night Trix," With that Splinter blasted the girl with a wave of magic. It was something that was technically forbidden. She landed on the bed with the help of some magic. Putting the magically enchanted blanket over her. Sandman would have a few words with her, but Harvey would find a very difficult godmother to deal with. She flipped off the light and looked over Trixie who had fallen asleep. Sleep magic, "I'm trying Trix, but you act so similarly to your mother. It's not even funny, but I'll figure it out sometime. Somehow, someway."
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Trixie yawned as she walked down the school's hallway. There was a defiant skip to her step as she walked down the school's hallway. Everything just seemed to be perfect for a change. Compared to the twins, the loser, and others. She had accepted a few gifts from some of the losers in school. No point in losing face after having developed it for so long. "Well someone's in a good mood today," Trixie turned her head as she unwrapped another gift. It was some rare and expensive snow globe she had a hundred copies of, but the thought was nice. With that, she threw it into the trash and turned towards her best friend. Who was standing there looking at her with a curious look. "Anything interesting happens? Like a date with a totally cute boy by chance?" Her eyes were sparkling.
Veronica's obliviousness was one of the best gifts ever given. "Uh...no? I haven't gone on a date in weeks. I just had one of the best nights of sleep in my life. After school, we should go around and collect gifts from all the boys around school. Except for a certain loser! Who if we see I'm going to put his face in a pot of boiling hot acid!" Trixie said, shaking her hands in the air. Veronica looked at her for a moment, "Anyhoo after school wants to go to the mall and go shoe shopping? I'm in totes need of another pair or maybe a new outfit."
Veronica looked at her for a moment, "Uh sure...ooh maybe we could meet the totally cute boy!" Trixie chuckled at her.
"Sure we could and maybe we could see a pair of fairies while we're at it too, and Turner will turn out to have some super cool secret talent that will make him more popular than Tad or Chad." If there wasn't enough sarcasm Veronica looked down at the floor. Grumbling towards herself, "Anyway let's get to class. I'm not in the mood to deal with Crockpot." Veronica nodded her head but followed Trixie in silence. So they went into classroom 'A113'. Which wasn't that full minus a few kids and Tad, and Chad were there in their usual spots. Laying on Crocker's desk. Was some devices with wedges, and divots that were covered by a white blanket.
Trixie was going to comment but ignored it. "Hello, most popular boy in school Tad, and second most popular boy in school Chad." Both of them looked at her as whatever they had been talking about was thrown to the side.
"Hello, Trixie, the most popular girl in school...and the blonde one." Both of them said, and Veronica frowned at them. With that, Trixie sat down between them. Which forced Veronica to sit on the opposite side of her. With that, she pulled out her sketch set and laid it on her desk. It was something so small none of the other kids would even notice. Allowing her to doodle in class while her delusional teacher would sit there and ramble on about things she didn't care for. Though the fact that he was right or in some way correct irked her.
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Crocker was standing in front of the room. Trixie had turned out the conversation between Tad, Chad, and Veronica. Who had to brute force her way into the conversation with them. It allowed her to doodle while the class slowly filled the room. In the back, she was mostly allowed to do whatever she wanted away from the eyes of Crocker. Who would always single in on one particular student who deserved it. "Ah Turner nice to see you late as always. Tell me to have a mix-up with a wish of yours?" The boy sighed.
"I wish that you'd get some help and stop accusing me of having imaginary creatures that don't exist!" Timmy said. "But besides that not really. It wasn't my fault the bus got stuck in traffic."
"Ah huh," Crocker replied. "Oh, really would you be willing to prove it?" With that Crocker grabbed the white sheet and threw it off. To reveal some type of metal contraption. But similar to what you'd see in a paintball gun, no larger than a baseball bat. With a navy blue coloring to it. It had a large wheel with some white liquid and was plugged into the wall socket. "Prove it, Turner! It's time to finally prove the existence of Fairy godparents!" He screamed and picked it up and hit the trigger. For a moment nothing happened. Timmy started snickering at him as he walked over to where his seat was.
"Ah-huh I'll prove it alright," Crocker glared at Timmy.
"Oh that's right," he hit a button. And a wave of white liquid that was more solid than milk. And before Trixie knew what hit her she was soaked by whatever Crocker had put in his machine. He swallowed the fear as she screamed at the top of her lunges. And the kids dashed out of the room.
"Crocker!" She screamed and he swallowed the fear that had arisen in his stomach.
