Right. First off, I wish to thank everyone who enjoys reading this! D You make me get off my lazy bum and write. Also, I will be going on vacation, meaning the next chapster may not be up in about 2 weeks or so. shot I'll try my best though. You're going to be in for quite a surprise.
And since I will get PWNED by flamers for not putting it up..
ALL CHARACTERS EXEPT AORTA, MS. GOLDENFEATHER, GUPPY, AND MRS. SPOTTEDFUR ARE COPYRIGHTED TO DISNEY
AORTA, MS.GOLDENFEATHER, GUPPY, AND MRS. SPOTTEDFUR ARE FIGMENTS OF MY TWISTED IMAGENATION, THUS THEY BELONG TO ME.
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Days turned into nights, and weeks flew by. Before long, it seemed that all Oaky Oaks seemed to know about Aorta and Fish. For one thing, they couldn't walk through the halls together without people giggling and pointing fingers. However, the two kids ignored them all, espcially the comments on, " What would the children look like?"
Around midday, Fish and Aorta sat alone in the corner or art class, doodling on some printer paper. The teacher rapped hard on her desk, and they all looked up at her. Fish glanced across the room quickly and sighed. As much as he loved having Aorta sitting closely next to him, he still wished his other friends had art with him. He was soon snapped out of his normal daydreaming when the teacher began talking.
Ms. Goldenfeather was a beautiful white swan, but had a temper. She normally wore some kind of white dress over her sleek white feathers, and always seemed to have a clump of clay in her hands. Her eyes were a brilliant pale blue and she always seemed to have not a pair of eyes, but about six. She could spot a child chewing gum on the the opposite side of the street from the second story window.
Ms. Goldenfeather opened her beak and snapped at some child in the corner who was making himself look like Wolverine by sticking pencils in the cracks of his fingers. After she did her signature glare at him, turned to the rest of the class. "Ok class. Im feeling generous, so I'm letting you doodle QUIETLY. I swear, one peep and its HEADS DOWN for the rest of class." She went back to fiddling with her clay.
Aorta pushed back her chair and trotted up to the front of the class and began digging in the colored pencils box, making a few kids there glare at her and back off, some making the crucifix with their fingers. She turned, her usual jacked-up hair wavering threatingly. She stuck her tounge out and flicked some lead at them. They accepted being hit with lead and just rolled their eyes, and walked away, grumbling about freaks.
She walked back to her seat, tail swishing some crud on the floor here and there. She sat on her chair, and making sure Ms. Goldenfeather wasn't looking, sat indian-legged on the chair. Fish snorted. If there was one thing Aorta was now good at getting away with, it was avoiding the teachers sight. It seemed she was becoming more sly than Foxy and THAT was saying something.
She immediently bent down over her paper and began to sketch a circle, with a cylender under it. Fish watched her for a few minutes out of the corner of his eyes and then began drawing whatever came to his mind. First, he drew himself, then Aorta and some little creature that looked like it was half wolf, and half fish. He giggled to himself and labeled it 'FOLF'.
Aorta, after sketching something, looked over at his paper and her eyes widened. She saw her, Fish, and a.. a FOLF! What the HECK was that? She thought and put the clues together. 'Take wolf.. add F.. take off w-' She stopped thinking immediently and punched Fish playfuly in the shoulder. "You perv!" She snorted, pointing at the paper. Fish blushed furiously and whisked the paper away behind his back giving her the shifty eyes.
Their fun was stopped short, however, when a familiar swan was standing over them, nostrils flaring. "Is there a problem here, you two?" Ms. Goldenfeather asked, a hint of anger and curiosity in her voice. Fish and Aorta shook their heads, Fish succsessfully hiding the paper with his thoughts behind him. However, Ms. Goldenfeather became deeply immersed with the sketch Aorta was in the middle of. She stared at that, and grinned a rare grin. "You really are a strange kid, having wonderous art skills." She complimented, giving Aorta a pat on the head. Aorta smiled and shut her eyes as her tail wagged. Fish watched her interestedly. Appearently, she liked being petted. He made a mental memo to himself of that.
Ms. Goldenfeather then sat back at her desk, while everyone stared at her. It was alien for this teacher to hand out compliments, especially when she was cranky. She seemed to notice everyone staring, because she looked up from her clay and snapped, "What are you looking at? Go back to what you were doing!" The students obeyed and went back to doodling.
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The schoolbell rang and everyone rushed out of the building, screaming wildly, for the weekend had come. Fish was one of the first ones out and immediantly lept to the side so he wasn't trampled by other students who were better suiting for running on dry ground. He laid himself out on the park bench, watching the students scarmble out, tripping and dropping pencils and books.
"Hey Fish!" Someone said behind him. Fish got up and turned, only to see Abbey. He blubbed a hello back at her, and remained focused on the school. Abbey sat down next to him, and inhaled some air. "Aw.. the sweet scent of freedom.. What's up with you?" She asked, noticing Fish wasn't really paying attention. Fish looked at her and grinned. Abbey sighed, wiping imagenary sweat off her forehead. "Wheew! For a second, I thought you were depressed! Don't scare me like that! Anyway, I just wanted to invite you over later on. Chicken Little can't make it, and Runt has his Origami lessons... which I actually never knew he had. So, would you like to come?"
Fish nodded and gave her a fins up. Abbey grinned and gave his helmet a noogie, got up, waved and ran home. Fish turned his attention back into the school doors. 'Where is she?' He angrily thought. He stared at the doors for 5 minutes till he got up and began for home. It was right then he heard a cry, and a thunk of something hitting his headgear. Within a few seconds, he found himself laying on the ground, Aorta laying on top of him. Appearently, she was hanging out in the tree above him, waiting for him.
She got off him, and brushed herself off. "And you thought I forgot.." She muttered, stretching out her back. Grinning like she just won the world series, she offered Fish a paw to help him up. He accepted it, just enjoying the feel of their hands together. Aorta kept grinning and simply asked," So, you want to know why I asked you to come here?" Fish nodded, making his helmet crooked again. She giggled and continued, "I wanted to give you this." She said, reaching in her pocket. She then pulled out a golden chain. On it, was a delicate silver moon. Fish accepted it, and looked closer at the chain. He gasped with amazement, seeing each link wasn't a circle or oval, but a star. He looked back up to her, his mouth open.
"My dad works as a jewler. He has his ways." She quickly explained. "No, I didn't steal this from anyone." She giggled. Fish snorted and put it on, feeling proud for an odd reason. Aorta put her arm around him, flicked open the hatch on the top of his diving bell, and plunged her hand into the cool water. She then did the cruelest thing ever. She gave him a hard noogie ontop of his scaley head, laughing her head off as she did so. Fish inhaled a bunch of water and pulled away, slamming the hatch down with a grunt. He gave a death glare at Aorta, who was busy shaking the water off her arm and giggling like a madman. Fish pouted. What was with people giving him noogies today?