Chapter 9
"Pop quiz!"
Never in her life did she expect to come to hate those words. It was a living nightmare. In one month she went from fairly happy to miserable. No matter what Splinter said; Crocker on the other hand. Turned his full unbridled attention towards her. Instead of the pink-hatted loser who was running her life. She was walking down the school hallway like an automaton. For the first time in her life, she felt truly isolated from the rest of the kids in school. Each praise was as empty as she felt inside, and so she just stayed quiet. Meek, almost helpless. "What is the Mariana trench located?" His grin was as twisted as his soul and she never answered.
A smile followed the man and she was running out of ways to terrorize him. But he became relentless and cruel. "Trixie, are you okay?" Veronica asked, but again never got a response. She just went about her day like she was the only one there. Ignoring the kid's Praise, hate it didn't matter, she just wanted to be left alone. To be forgotten for some time. Splinter was only eight hours away, and so that's how the rest of her school day went. Empty, lifeless, and soaking in her misery. Even when she had all the praise it was as empty as she was.
And so she went home after a rather long school day. Could there be anything to make it worse? She knew the answer was an astounding yes; that's why she went about her normal routine. Like she was the only person there and after five minutes that it took to get rid of the family butler. Who was rather insistent for the day and finally after closing the door. She plucked herself onto her bed and let out the most frustrating scream she could muster. "I hate him! Pop Quiz, question, answer, test, pop quiz I swear if I hear it one more time. I'm going to lose it!"
"Hun, not to be the bearer of bad news, but a van with the words 'unsuspecting van' has just pulled up. A friend of yours?" Her godmother was rather focused on the window. "Actually correction. It's Mr. Crocker. He's got a vacuum, some binoculars, and is disguised as a bush. I knew that man was insane, but come on. I wonder if he could help destroy Fairy World?" Trixie raised an eyebrow at this and joined her godmother. Only to see that Mr. Crocker was messing with something.
"Oh come on!" Trixie kicked the window seal, "I wish Crocker would fall into a giant hole to hell and none of his equipment would work." Splinter smirked at her words.
"Well I can't do the whole hell thing, but the rest I could do. And so you wish it and so shall it be!" Trixie blinked only to realize her godmother spun her wand. And it is light to a bright yellow. And Crocker from outside the window and his van fell into a hole that appeared out of nowhere. Trixie winced a moment as a bright spotlight appeared on her, "Do you feel it? Are you excited? Because this moment will never come again. That's right today just now you've very first wished. That's right your a superstar-"
"Don't you dare start singing!" Trixie said, "And why the heck did you grant that? All I said was-"
"I wish," her godmother said. And I have to grant your wishes after you say that. As long as they follow 'Da Rules' aka whatever I think. Minus a few stipulations that I didn't set. But come on, why not? I have a dance recital and an entire song prepared for this very moment." Trixie ignored her but went back to looking out the window and a thought appeared in her head.
"I wish that it was raining and that the whole Crocker's in would fill up with water. And his van would completely stop working. No matter what he did," Splinter raised an eyebrow. "Fine, just give him a life vest. That will teach him… what a brilliant idea? So you have to grant any wish I make right?" Splinter nodded her head, "Oh I know how to get my revenge on you Timmy Turner, and you too Mr. Crocker." Her godmother could only give her that suspicious look. "I promise it won't hurt them a tiny bit what I have planned. Now, where's my sketch set?"
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It was a six-hour-long process. That's how long it took him to get his stuff from the Tang Manor back home. It didn't help that his electronics had become completely unrepairable. "Note to self make everything I own waterproof," he muttered to himself. It didn't help that he now had a two-thousand dollar bill to pay. Plus a $100 fine with a week-long suspension of his license. Could anything else go wrong today? He was this close to proving that Trixie Tang had godparents. It all made sense. Who else could have a godparent? Other than little Ms. Perfect. He had looked at this all wrong, she was only cruel, indifferent to hide her misery. It all made sense.
Though luckily he did find an old outdated, ripped life jacket. "Denzel is that you?" He winced upon hearing his mother speak. As she walked down the stairs and was glaring at him, "Do you know what time it is mister? You're grounded!"
"Yes mother," Crocker said definitely. "Now if you'll excuse me. I have to go and recover my fairy-I mean teaching gear. That was ruined by the storm. And I have to go and do some accounting to pay these fees." His mother shook her head.
"Why is my son such a loser? Your father was never this crazy," his mother said. Which only made him angry.
"Yeah well, my father also left us when I was a child. And is now more than positively dead!" Crocker shouted and stormed back towards his room only leaving his mother to soak in the quiet darkness.
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She looked over at the buttle who gave her that strange look. "What exactly do you have on your mind, Ms. Tang? I know that look, it means you're planning something. And something not good."
"We're going to have a party," Trixie said. "Right after school, so by the time I get home. You better have this entire place in tip-top shape. And I have two special guests coming." The butler looked at her, "Now if you'll excuse me. I have to attend school," that she put Splinter tightly in her arms. The godmother was uncertain about this whole thing. No godchild would have a sudden one-eight like this without a reason, and that solemnly happened.
