Chapter 14
It was an hour-long staring match with the unfolded clothes that resided in the basket. She wasn't some housewife nor was she a maid. It wasn't her job to clean them, it was her mother's or a maid's job. Not the job of a popular ten-year-old who needed to spend time to figure out how to fix things. The last three days had been the worst; it was like no one even knew who she was. "Are you going to keep staring at the laundry all day? Or what? I told you to fold them and put them away. I don't see how staring is going to help, are you going through a phase?"
Trixie looked at her mother, "I have no idea what you are talking about. I'm not folding them. And I'm not a housewife and I never will be! That's what maids are for you know." Which caused her mother to groan as the 2 four years olds were confused but quiet. For little kids they were observant.
"What's wrong with being a housewife?" Elizabeth asked her daughter trying to keep her cool, "I am a housewife. And also what does being a housewife have to do with laundry? There are plenty of single people, without kids, some of which are younger than you might I add. Who does their own laundry so do it or no more comic book money."
"I get comic book money?" She asked which caused her mother to facepalm. "Well umh how much do I even get?"
"$20 bucks a month," her mother said, smirking.
"A month?" She asked in horror, "How do I even read any comic books? You can't buy anything with that kind of money. I demand a million dollars! Then I could totally buy the comic shop!' One of the twins looked up towards her mother.
"Your sister is trying to impress someone," her mother explained. "Though I don't know who. And Trixie if you don't fold those clothes you won't get any comic book money at all." Looking at the clothes and then her mother. She thought it through, on one hand. She had a magical godparent who granted her every wish on the other who knew if she'd ever come again. "The longer you sit there the longer you don't get the money and the longer you don't get to read those comics you ordered. Like that new issue of Skull Crushers. And if you complain again you're losing the money permanently."
She opened her mouth and closed it again. Her mother wasn't going to budge; groaning. The ten-year-old finally grabbed the clothes and dumped them on the bed. Humiliated. Skull Crushers was her favorite series. There was no way she was going to tempt her mother in this universe or coma. Finalying giving in, she folded the clothes with the help of her little sisters. Which was annoying, to say the least. "You're welcome!" Her sister said.
"Very," the other twin said.
"Ya whatever!" Taking the basket with her up towards her room and the comic. The ten-year-old moved into her room. Closed the door behind her and slunk down. Was Splinter right? The eerie silence was starting to get towards her.
The night went by as she read the four comic issues that her mother had gotten her. Which came in a little under $20 leaving her .20 cents richer. After reading, shelving, and organizing her rather small collection. Coming in at a value she'd guess around a grand or so. Trixie managed to put in some time to draw, but it wasn't much. Eventually, she just dozed off to sleep. Waking up, Trixie felt off for the day, but the ten-year-old forced herself to go about her routine. "I want to stay in bed."
"No," her mother said. As Trixie was eating her cereal in the morning. "It's normal to feel like this every once in a while. Ya know it's nice to see you being so talkative lately. Anything interesting happening in your life?"
"Nope," Trixie said.
Trixie's mother thought for a moment, "Why are you acting strange lately? You're more talkative, you've spent more time out of your room. And you were talking with your therapist. Then you're refusing to do your chores… Did you make a friend?" Her mother asked excitedly. Which only caused Trixie's eyes to twitch. Her mother would never make sense. "I'm guessing that's a no. Look Trixie you need to communicate with people or you're going to get yourself into problems."
"Look I'm done eating can we just go home or better yet would you let me stay home?' Her mother frowned. 'Fine, I'm ready to go." Her mother sighed but followed her out towards the car. The twins were once again left to sleep and after a short ride to school. Which Trixie was starting to grimace at the thought. The past two days she had to deal with those freaks. Before her mother could say anything Trixie left the car with her backpack in tow.
The layout of the school was something she memorized to an even greater degree. Her goal was to avoid the freaks who tormented her. Whatever sick goal Turner or Splinter was playing. Trixie needed to stop before they destroyed her. Luckily for her, they were nowhere to be found and she was on time for class. "Ah, Ms. Tang you're on time today. Strange took a seat," Crocker said after noticing her. Scanning the room Trixie's eyes found him.
The man who had ruined her life, Timmy Turner. A smile crossed her face as she moved towards her seat. Oh, he'd pay; dancing across her mind were all the wonderful things she had planned. WIth and without magic. After a long boring day of school with Crocker rambling on and once again no one talking or noticing her. It was music to the ear when the school bell rang for school to let out for the day. And Turner slipped out of her grasp.
Following him into the swarm of kids leaving the public prison. The only person in her class who wore pink managed to blend in with the crowd. Fumes flowed from her head and then she spotted someone. It was her bully from the past couple of days only she was wearing something completely different. Instead of her once black shirt, it was replaced with a nice white shirt; her hair was tied back into a ponytail. And most importantly she was walking alone. A smirk crossed Trixie's face as she lashed out without thinking...
