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A/N: Hmm, let's see I think I accomplish something awesome. I was able to update this story within a month ha! Yeah I know, that's not good enough for you guys. If I could I would update every week. But, life you know goes on and well honey badgers don't care about things like that. But, you guys are great. Shout outs to Snicker if you Doodle, Lucky OCB, Romance and Musicals, theaterinspired, and last but not least Autumn for reviewing the last chapter. I really appreciate it. And for everyone else who has been reading this story, despite it being over one year since I publish this story, you guys are truly great for staying loyal and keeping the motion of this going. Thank you :)
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Chapter 7: The Opening of the Science Fair
"Ladies and gentlemen," a lady in a lab coat welcoming the students and teachers into the gym. "Without further adieu, I announce the 7th Annual InventCo Science fair at William Joyce Elementary school to," she screamed in mid-sentence.
Mr. Willerstein, who happens to be standing next to the lady, whispered to her, "Dr. Krunklehorn, are you okay?"
Dr. Krunklehorn let out a laugh, "Never better" she screamed into the microphone. All the students and teachers eyed the scientist with worried eyes, except for Franny and Lewis who happen to be working on their projects.
Dr. Krunklehorn finished the opening speech, "To begin!"
While the judges were looking at the other students' projects, Franny was setting up her poster that was titled "Why Frogs can Sing." She hurriedly moved along, setting the poster then her frogs onto the table or as she like to refer to, the stage.
In about ten minutes or so, the judges should be making their way to her table. And this time would be her last time to prove herself.
If she couldn't impress a scientist from a well esteem corporation, how could she impress the world?
Heck, how can anyone create something from the oblivious when it appears to be impossible? The world could never advance if people couldn't see past what appears normal.
Or what society defines as normal. Frogs being able to sing is define as being abnormal. Or how society views it, like Mrs. Gilbert herself. But as a whole, the definition of normal does not exist. There is always room for expansion and with expansion there is possibilities beyond the human mind can cope presently.
Only when you look beyond the present and into the future, you can make anything become the reality.
The only problem with this idea, as Franny has gather, is that moving forward into the idea is a quest that requires assistance. A person can never do it alone.
For Franny, the science fair isn't just to win, but it is to prove herself and represent her passion in her quest. To find one person to believe, only one, will she be able to succeed.
"Francesca," a squeaky voice cried out.
Franny quickly turned around from her project. She starred at the cripple lady in the wheelchair. Though the lady was covered in bandages, making her beyond recognizable in the face, the beady cold eyes were prevalent.
Franny let out a soft groan and politely greet her, "Good morning, Mrs. Gilbert. I hope you're feeling better."
The teacher nodded. "Ah yes, a little bit. Still roughed up from the explosion and my memory isn't all back yet."
Internally, Franny was happy. Even though the teacher was injured, which Franny does take a pity; it also meant that the teacher does not remember when Franny rebelled against her.
"Aww that's too bad, ," Franny curtly replied.
"So dear, what you are doing your project on," Mrs. Gilbert asked.
Franny smiled, "Ah I'm just giving an idea about frogs. You know the tale of frogs being able to sing?"
The teacher nodded.
"Well I'm proving that idea today," Franny said with pride.
Mrs. Gilbert shook her head. "Dear, a frog being able to sing is impossible."
Mrs. Gilbert also doesn't even remember Franny having already presented her project on frogs. In fact, she doesn't remember even teaching Franny, her name happens to be on her roster and as an injured teacher, she still has to check up on all of them.
Franny smiled again, "We'll see about that Mrs. Gilbert."
The teacher just shook her head disappointingly. "Well good luck with that, you have the similar idea to the kid with spike blond hair creating some kind of mind probe contraption," Mrs. Gilbert sighed. As she was pushed away, she muttered, "All impossible."
Some people never do change.
Franny continued working on her project. Setting everything up accordingly like an orchestra. In her mind she saw herself in the middle of the stage, her back facing the audience and her attention directly on her frogs.
She saw Frankie singing in his tuxedo playing a cello. The other musicians were playing their instruments, there were drums, flutes, trumpets ,saxophones, and everything but the kitchen seat on the stage.
Everything looked beautiful, sounded beautiful, and is beautiful.
Her frogs, they are the hidden performers that the world overlooked every day. Their croaks were a symphony to the world. They were in synch with nature itself.
But, all of a sudden Franny was shaken out of her dream. "Little Girl!" a tall boy with raven black hair, oddly similar to her family, called out to her.
"Little girl," the boy kept persistently asking.
Franny's face redden, "WHAT"
The boy was stepped back by her hostility. How can someone so tiny be so scary? It was like she was his Mom.
"Ah yes, name is Agent Wilbur Robinson. I need to know if you have seen a guy in a bowler hat," the raven hair boy exclaim. "And I want the truth little girl."
Franny grew furious of the term "little girl." She grabbed him by the ear. "Look here boy, I am not a little girl and I do not know a bowler hat guy." Franny released his ear and pushed him off.
"Little girl, it's against federal law to hurt an officer," Wilbur replied with seriousness. "I'm afraid I will have to report this back at the station, unless…" Wilbur grinned, "Unless you know a bowler hat guy."
Franny snickered, "It's a federal offense to impersonate a police officer, so I suggest you buzz off before I tell your Mom on you."
Wilber rolled his eyes, "She doesn't scare me and I'm definitely not scared of a little girl."
"You should be," Franny coldly replied.
"Ha I like to see you try," Wilbur taunted.
Franny did a round house kick into the air in front of him. "I know karate boy."
Wilbur gulped. "Impressive, but not as impressive as I am," Wilber quietly said. This little girl was definitely scary. Her project must be scary too he thought. Or really girly.
Wilbur eyed her project carefully, "So what suspicious thing you have here," he asked.
Franny rolled her eyes, "It's a science project stupid, and if you're really curious I'm proving that frogs can sing." Wilbur's eyes widened.
"What you think I'm crazy, boy," Franny questioned.
Wilbur chuckled, "Oh yeah, definitely crazy little girl."
Franny was about to kick him when he added, "But, not impossible."
Wilbur gave her a salute and smiled, "Well I got to go little girl, got a world to save. Oh and go easy on your kids if you have any. " Before Franny could say another word, Wilbur ran off to the next kid, Lewis, who was doing a test run of his machine.
Franny smiled, whoever are the parents of Wilbur sure have their hands full. And who is he saying go easy, pssh not happening mister.
Franny starred off to Lewis and smiled. She hopes Lewis does well to in his project. Maybe she should go over there and offer her help. But, he look very stress out. And Wilbur sure wasn't helping as it appears he was annoying the poor kid.
As Franny pondered, Dr. Krunklehorn, Mr. Willerstein, and the Coach approached her project. "OOH frogs, I love frogs, they are sooooo cute, I could give each of these guys a kiss," the doctor cried out in joy. "Hey maybe one of them is a prince."
Franny laughed, and Dr. Krunklehorn smiled at her. Mr. Willerstein eyed her project carefully. "So um…," he took a glance at his clipboard. "Miss Framagucci?"
Franny nodded.
"Would you like to tell us about your project?"
Franny smiled, "Of course sir."
And so the show begins.
The mistakes of the past have been dealt with and now the future is finally revealing itself to Franny.
The question is: will someone finally believe she is right?
A/N: Okay so here's the timeline guys. There are two chapters left of this story. Bad news is that I have a competition coming up in the beginning of March so I'm going to be preparing all month long for it. It's on pathophysiology, so lots of reading and studying. I also have another one the following week for another club I'm in. So basically, I'm gonna be busy. I'm gonna try to get another chapter in before March. But, worst case scenario is that I don't finish this story until April. If you ever check out my account you're also notice another story I published (which I adopted) called My Love Never Left Now its Stronger. Though I have a layout of that story, my first priority is this story being completed first before I update that one. So no worries if you think I'm going to be abandoning this one.
More bad news is that other stories I wrote, well I'm probably not going to be finishing them. This includes Feather Frenzy and MTR Halloween Special. Feather Frenzy wasn't one of my best ideas. And as I continue to write more and more stories, my writing style is constantly changing. If I were to go back to it, I think I would have to completely scrape the story. MTR Halloween Special is the same problem with the writing Though maybe later after this story, I may return to it. The thing is, once I finish Another Believer, I want to move on from Meet the Robinsons and into another genre. So you can see why I debating rather or not to finish the other two.
But, I promise I will finish Another Believer. And if I don't well, you could send the angry mobs, government, and the honeybadger after me.
Okay, so uh enough rambling, thank you guys for reading this story and leave your thoughts after the beat...
*Oh yeah forgot to mention one more thing, I maybe changing my pen name soon. Penguingirl02 is kinda getting old with me. So if you see an update but have no clue who it is, it could be me... or maybe an evil twin.