Cursed or Unlucky
Disclaimer: I own Jimmy Neutron. Hey what's with all the lawyers all of a sudden? Okay! Okay! I don't own it! Stop the lawsuits! STOP the lawsuits!
Story to Read: lost life, lost wings, death of a hero (DarkWing Duck) by mooneasterbunny
Penance 4: Problems and a Visitor
Candy entered school and headed straight for class. She sat at her usual seat in the third row.
"Care to tell us about the light bulb," a student named Shawn Green teased.
Candy rolled her eyes and didn't answer. She told herself that if she ignored him that he'd leave her alone. That never worked in reality.
Shawn started shooting spitballs at her. But he stopped when the teacher opened the door.
Candy thanked luck silently for small blessings.
"See you at lunch nerd," Shawn whispered threateningly.
Candy looked down on her textbook and sighed.
So much for luck.
Carl meanwhile was on the phone with one of the few people he kept in contact with after completing school, Nick Dean.
"You should just move to London," Carl suggested.
"Sorry Wheez I don't run from my problems," Nick responded.
Carl was offended by the remark. But he didn't say anything.
"So how's life for you?" Nick asked.
"Busy," Carl responded, "running a company can be fun but the stress, man that's no fun at all," he said honestly.
"You seem to be having a nice time living in London," Nick spoke, "don't you miss Retroville?" he asked Carl.
Carl hesitated in answering.
"I miss some things," Carl decided to say.
"You're glad you left it," Nick translated.
"I know that might sound mean," Carl confessed, "but while I'm from Retroville, London's my home now," he told Nick.
"I understand," Nick responded.
"Thanks," Carl said, "so how's everything?"
"I'm having a good day today," Nick decided to say.
Carl chuckled on the other line.
"Not that kind of a good day," Nick said in annoyance, "business wise, my job," he explained.
"Oh," Carl said understanding what he actually meant.
"You're so dirty minded," Nick muttered.
"No I'm not!" Carl shouted in offence.
"Whatever," Nick muttered.
Cindy sat at on the park bench fully prepared to enjoy her lunch break. Even with so many years gone she still thought of Jimmy. How she hurt him and how he doesn't even know that he fathered two children.
I wonder what he's doing now? Has he moved on? Does he hate me? He must hate me. He BETTER hate me. That way he won't search for me. It's all for the best. He can never know. My children can never know. – Cindy
As Cindy opened her lunch and ate her sandwich, she didn't notice a male watching her across the park. A male whose hand clutched a gun inside his coat pocket.
It was after school and Carolyn walked out quickly as a couple girls laughed at her and pointed while boys looked at her and sneered. Today she wore a dress that was white on the top half and plaid on the bottom. She also wore green socks and light blue shoes. Her blonde hair was tied back with a red ribbon and she also wore colourful costume jewellery around her neck and on her hands.
Jim heard the laughter and simply continued talking to his friends. He knew the laughter at Carolyn every time he heard it.
Carolyn meanwhile walked off the school compound and kept going. Soon she came to the usual roundabout. But she noticed a man standing there. Right by the American flag in the middle. No one ever did that before. The only person that entered that roundabout was the person who raised and lowered the flag. And that was the Anderson's. Family tradition. No one ever complained. Carolyn had never cared before. But now someone had tread on it that definitely wasn't an Anderson. She even doubted if he was from here.
The man suddenly moved forward. Carolyn gasped and turned to leave.
"Zen209 is most displeased, I thought you had guts."
Carolyn froze.
"Sh…Sh…Sheen?" Carolyn asked.
"In the flesh," the male adult said and walked forward until he stood in front of her, "what, scared of a guy with a hat and trench coat?" he asked her.
"You're hiding your face," Carolyn said.
Sheen lifted the hat and Carolyn's eyes widened. Sheen's eyes had dark circles around them and were bloodshot. His entire facial expression looked crazed and his tanned Caucasian skin only emphasised it.
"You can run if you want," Sheen offered superiorly.
Carolyn's face immediately darkened.
"I'm not scared," Carolyn denied.
"Liar," Sheen responded, "you're only not cowardly enough to run away," he stated.
"Hey!" Carolyn shouted angrily, "oh," she said realizing what he said.
"Not so mad now are you?" Sheen asked.
Carolyn looked away and blushed.
"You're real pretty," Sheen said suddenly and Carolyn gasped, "bet you don't hear that often," he said slyly.
Carolyn soon started smiling.
"Want to see around my boring plain normal town?" Carolyn asked as she offered him her hand.
"I thought you'd never ask," Sheen said brightly and took her hand, "where to first?" he asked.
"Follow me and you'll see," Carolyn said and lightly pulled on his arm and Sheen followed, "I can't believe you came just like that."
"Why not?" Sheen asked, "I like shocking quiet populaces when visiting a friend," he said in reference to the people teen, child and adult alike who looked horrified by his very appearance.
Carolyn laughed and continued walking with Sheen who obediently followed her.
Done
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