A/N
I've actually been working on this for like... Since the last time I updated. But with school, and piano, and all those things I do that have no purpose in my life and will not help me get anywhere, and- lel. Yeah, it has mainly been reading that has hindered me updating. Have any of you ever read 'The Science of Secrecy' by Simon Singh? Great book so far. Anyways. The probably long awaited chapter that has been so long awaited that it stopped being awaited because a whole bunch of people probably forgot about it because I took so long. XD. Well hopefully you will have remembered what you forgot for the second (originally supposed to be the third) chapter of Changed.
Chapter 2
"Nothing a little sleep can't fix! Come on Bro-Bro! Let's go home!" Mabel skipped off the stage, taking the stairs down to the floor two at a time. Dipper reluctantly followed, his feet heavily dragging across the floor and he found he couldn't walk in a straight line. Not that he particularly cared at that exact moment. As he reached the top edge of the stairs he stared at them for a long moment disdainfully.
"Great", he muttered as he started to slowly make his way down them. One step... Two steps... stumble some... Three steps, four left... Fou- "Mabel I can't feel my legs at all" She turned to him from six feet away from the stairs and her eyes widened as he tripped for no discernible reason. He pitched forward and fell the remaining three and a half steps. Tumbling down some then rolling off the edge and dropping off the side of the overly steep stairs, falling four to five feet down before crashing down on the top of his spine the continuing to roll until he was completely on his back where he came to a limp stop.
"Dipper!" Mabel cried out. Running over to him. He slowly tur
I charged him and he held out his hands to accept me, ready to absorb the impact thinking about how skinny and frail I looked. Look again kid. I rammed into him and he flew back about seven feet. I went with him but was above and did a flip in the air before landing on the other side of him- in a crouched position- facing the other way. I heard him start to get up. I turned. He had flown into the sink, leaving it cracked and sprouting water without sensing someones hands. Mike stood straight. He was even more cracked than the sink. I stared. Still emotionless, when I felt one push through. This was damn funny! I wouldn't really ever be able to describe out loud why it was exactly, but I knew in my head. A large smile stretched across my face and Mike looked pretty horrified, more than his anger. I suddenly burst out laughing, almost doubling over in my mirth.
"Wh- what's wrong with you you freak?!" He stammered.
That wasn't funny. Not at all. I stopped laughing abruptly. Face going stone as I slowly lifted my head up to peer at him through the edge of my hat. I felt my eyes act up. Itching to flare out that unsightly yellow colour. My teeth felt awkward and I knew that they were on the verge of elongating. I shot forward and bunched his shirt up in my fist, lifting him almost a foot off the ground with one hand, looking up at him.
"What. Was. That?" I growled out, if anyone else were have to have been there, they would have clearly been able to hear the snarl that underlay my already deadly sounding tone.
His eye sparked. "I saiiiid", he started, dragging it out, "That you were a freak" He finished, smirking. My eye narrowed. I spontaneously jerked around and whipped him into the wall. I went to storm out of the bathroom but stopped. I turned and backtracked to the mirror, grabbed the hall pass, and walked out. Leaving Mike dumped in an unceremonious heap on the ground.
I stepped slowly up to Mr. Atcear's desk, holding out the hall pass. He reached out and took it from my hand silently, with a nod. He quietly showed me the page we were on and indicated that I go back to my seat and work. I turned around, facing the silent room. The only noise being the scribbling of pencils on paper, people working. Or pretending to at least. My eyes narrowed. It was too quiet. To calm. I wanted something to happen. To be exciting. I wanted to feel the thrill of winning a fight. Or the painful humor of getting beat in a fight. Wait. That thought wasn't me. Not me, not me, not. Me. But it was. Luckily for me, after the calm always came the storm. This room could go from silent to raging with fights in a split second. I knew that for a fact. I sat down at my desk and opened my textbook blankly. Not actually reading. I knew it from cover to cover just by glancing at it. I waited. Counting the seconds. Just a few more. Just a fe- now. I looked up suddenly. Staring straight ahead, when behind me I heard the door burst open. I clucked my tongue. My demeanor screaming that I wasn't shock like every other person in the room was, as the door was the sufferer to breaking a hinge and hanging at a slight angle. A nasty dent in the side he kicked. Now, when I said that Mr. Atcear was the most strict teacher in the district, you were expecting him to be all yelling and making a fuss over every single noise. And when he didn't, you were probably pretty disappointed. Well let me make something clear. If you argue and yell, it gets you nowhere. Not at all. Just a waste of time and precious air that you could be breathing. If you make noise, that's your problem. Not paying attention is your fault and you getting bad grades doesn't effect his paycheck. He did his job. But. Yes, always a but. You should not- No, you DO not, ever disrespect him or the strict rules. If you get out of line he will drag his fifty something year old butt over there and wallop you all over. And trust me. You would not like that.
So, as Mike burst into the room- covered in water and a small amount of blood- Mr. Atcear's shocked head shot out of his notes, like everyone else, now staring at Mike. He slowly put down his papers. Seeming flustered and baffled. His eyes wide. He stood at a speed that was only four notches past crawling. Then his eyes narrowed. "MICHAEL PHILLIPS! EXPLAIN THIS AT ONCE!" Mike's shocked face looked up at the sound of the raging man's voice.
"Bu-bl-b-b". He then spotted and glared at me. "IT WAS HIM!" He screamed while pointing in my direction wildly. People's eyes glanced over to me then back to Mike. Then back and back again. Mr. Atcear marched over to Michael and harshly snatched his left wrist. He then whipped out his meter stick and cracked it across Michael's hand. Mike cried out and retracted his hand quickly to cradle it against his chest. Throughout the room there were a few intakes of breaths.
"MR. PHILLIPS, HOW DARE YOU?!" He reached out and grabbed Michael's upper left arm and pulled him to the door. Right before he turned to look back at us with those cold piercing eyes I managed to change my expression to shocked with an underlying tone of hurt. He glared at the class as a whole then growled out. "GET. BACK. To Work". Everyone quickly turned around and clutched their text books tightly. Hard covers almost bending from the strain on them. He stormed out with a blubbering Mike and I let the vulnerable expression gradually slide off my face. Oops. I thought. Did I do that? A large smile that I hid with my textbook slipped on my face. The grin challenging the Cheshire Cat itself. What a good day to be alive. And no one will ever have to know. No one will know. Not one thing. I darted my eyes around to look at all the people in the room. I saw Veronica, who smiled brightly at me. Probably still under the affects of the Smile Dip. Somehow though, when I turned back to my book- which was entailing ancient Greek myths and gods- I managed to miss her smile quickly slip off her face. An empty expression filling the spot as she stared at me. Of course. I didn't know that.
A/N
Okay then. Veronica was originally supposed to be some spoof character that had absolutely no meaning to the major plot but here she is with a slowly developing character and a mysterious element. OoO. Was not planning on that. Sorry for the shortness compared to the last chapter but I literally could not write anymore in here. I tried different scenarios but they were all lame or ended in a writers block so here. ;p. Also, Veronica is a real person.