The RéBURSTERS Chapter 4 After School
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(Later that Day Lusamine entered the Principal's Office at Her Son's School).
Principal: I appreciate you coming down here.
Lusamine: What is this about? Has Morrison done something wrong? (Lusamine turns to Stare at her son, Morrison).
Mr. Cheren: He is a disruptive influence, and he openly mocks me in front of the class.
Morrison: He says.
Mr. Cheren: Look, I know it is you! He puts thumb tacks on my stool.
Lusamine: You saw him do this?
Mr. Cheren: Well, yes... not really... No. Truly, not.
Lusamine: Oh, then how do you know it was him?
Mr. Cheren: I hid a camera. (Morrison silently gasps) And this time I got him. (They Review the Security type). See? You, see? You do not see it? (Mr. Cheren sighs and rewinds the tape and Glares at the Screen). He moves! Right there! Wait, wait! (Mr. Cheren rewinds again) Right... there! Right as I am sitting down! (As he said there, Morrison flickered back to his desk on a split second) I do not know how he does it, but there is no tack on my stool before he moves and after he moves, there is a tack! Coincidence? I think NOT!
Principal: Uh... Mr. Cheren... (The principal puts his hand on Mr. Cheren shoulder's)
Mr. Cheren: Do not "Mr. Cheren" me! (Mr. Cheren Says screaming at Morrison) THIS LITTLE RAT IS GUILTY!
Principal: You and your son can go now, Lusamine, I am sorry for the trouble.
Mr. Cheren: You are letting him go again?! He is guilty! You can see it on his smug little face!GUILTY, I SAY, GUILTY, GUILTYGUILTY!(As he shakes the chair. Later, at the car trip home. Lusamine is driving home with Dash in the Seat Next to her and Lei is in the Back Seat of the Car).
Lusamine: Morrison, this is the third time this year you have gone to the office. We need to find a better outlet. A more... constructive outlet for you Sceptile Speed Abilities.
Morrison: Maybe I could if you had let me go out for sports.
Lusamine: Honey, you know why we cannot do that.
Morrison: I promise I will slow; I will only be the best by a tiny bit.
Lusamine: Morrison, you are an incredibly competitive boy. And a bit of a showoff. The last thing you need is temptation.
Morrison: You always say, Do your best. But you do not really mean it. Why can't I do the best that I can do?
Lusamine: Right now, honey, the world just wants us to fit in, and to fit in, we just gotta be like everybody else.
Morrison: Dad always said our powers were nothing to be ashamed of. Our powers made us special.
Lusamine: Everyone's special, Morrison.
Morrison: Which is another way of saying no one is. (Lusamine Sighs as She Continues the Drive to Pick Up Her Oldest Daughter, and Morrison's Older Sister. At the Nearby High School, a Girl Was Standing Near the Front Steps of the School. The Girl is a medium height, slim young girl with bright blue eyes, pale skin and long layered white hair tied in a high, spiky ponytail with a purple and blue cherry bobble. Roxie wears a loose sky-blue dress with magenta-purple stripes over a black vest top and long black boots with teal platforms, her Named was Roxie. In the Family, Roxie's special Ability was the Powers of a Gengar. And Roxie Was Watching a Boy Named Rafe exits the High School as People Say to him).
Boy: Hey, Rafe. Where are you headed?
Girl: Hi, Rafe.
Rafe: Hey.
Boy: Hey, Rafe, can I carry your books?
Rafe: That's kinda of funny. (Rafe Walks Past Roxie, but when he turns to look at she is Gone).
Boy 1: Hey, Rafe, can we battle?
Boy 2: Rafe, I thought we were gonna go swimming. (Roxie was still there, she just made her head invisable. Once gone she crouches Down and says to herself).
Roxie: He looked at me. (Then She hears Car horn honking)
Morrison: Come on, Roxie! (Chuck is on an interstate highway, heading home from work. He slowly arrives with his under-sized hatchback. When he opens the door, he slips on a skate before he kicks it away and leaves a finger crush on the door. Chuck Mutters to himself).
Chuck: Darn kids. Sitting on the driveway. (Chuck notices his finger crush on the door). Oh, great. (Chuck attempts to shut the car door with increasing frustration. The third time he quickly throws it closed, only for the door window to crack and shatter. He loses his temper and lifts the car over his head, only to see a child on a tricycle staring at him. The child's bubblegum bubble pops. Chuck puts the car down and checks for the kid. And goes back in the house).
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(A/N #1: This is a Special Shout Out to Guest Reviewer "kokomo". Thank You Very Much to being the Very First Reviewer of "The RéBURSTERS". And I hope you Enjoy this Story and My Other Stories for Years to Come).
