Chapter 3: First Day of School.
That following week, Parakara and Parakarry floated in front of her new school. Parakara is in a school uniform. It's a white shirt with a collar and hot pink tie, along with a checkered pink and dark pink knee length skirt. She had a light pink shell on her back. She had on white socks and brown boots that had a victorian flair to them. She wore unicorn earrings her uncle bought for her. Parakarry is dressed in his mail carrier uniform; a light blue shirt with the Toad Town Post Office logo embroidered on the shoulder; along with with his hemlet with goggles, khaki pants and brown boots. His light blue shell on his back. Parakara thought he looked completely different in his uniform.
"Be good dear." Parakarry kissed his niece on the top of her head. Parakara hoped she could be. Trouble always seemed to find her no matter how hard she tried to avoid it. At her old school, the entire class bullied her. But if she retaliated, she was the one to get in trouble. "Unfortunately it will be like last week. I'm going to be gone for a week. But hey, that means you can tell me about your first week of school when I come back." Parakarry smiled. Parakara nodded. "Hopefully I'll be off this weekend so we can do something together. Maybe we can do some mini golf?" Parakarry asked. Parakara thought about how the only times her dad asked her to do something with him was to play a poker game online. Or to go out and play bingo. She didn't mind bingo. It was kind of fun. Her mom told him to stop though because people smoked there constantly and she didn't want her to get a gambling addiction like him.
"Sounds fun." She smiled a bit.
"Alrighty then! Remember to get out of your shell. Not literally of course." Parakarry flew away.
Parakara flew through the bustling school hallway, her wings fluttering nervously. As she glanced around, she spotted a group of koopas standing by the lockers. There was a confident-looking koopa with blonde hair, donning a vibrant red school uniform. Beside her was a stylish lakitu with fiery red hair, elegantly dressed in a light blue uniform. And next to them was a paratroopa, her brunette hair cascading down the back of her yellow school uniform. Summoning up her courage, Parakara approached the trio, her uncle did say to get out of her shell.
"Hi, I'm Parakara," she introduced herself with a small, shy smile, trying to ignore the negativity that hung in the air.
The koopa smirked and glanced at Parakara's earrings. "Hi Parakara. Nice earrings. Are you five? You're in the wrong school if you are." She sneered, her words dripping with condescension. Parakara felt a pang of hurt, but she refused to let it deter her. She took a deep breath.
"I like unicorns. I think they symbolize creativity and self expression, because they're so unique." She replied, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice.
"I think they symbolize creativity and self expression, because they're so unique." The lakitu mocked. "Are you even a girl? You sound like a man." She teased.
Parakara was hurt as the cruel words echoed in her mind, reminding her of the past torment she had endured. She had always been self-conscious about her voice, but she never expected it to become a source of ridicule once again. Parakara steadied herself and looked directly at the lakitu. "I think my voice makes me unique, just like my love for unicorns."
The lakitu scoffed, "Oh please, like anyone would believe that. You're just a weirdo trying to fit in."
"I don't need to fit in with people like you."
"Then why bother talking to us if you don't want to fit in? You went up to us because we're the popular girls, and you wanted to be cool." The paratroopa chides in.
"I didn't approach you because you're popular. I approached you because I thought we could be friends, but clearly, I was wrong."
"You sure did thought wrong. We don't want to be friends with a weirdo like you." The koopa said to her before leaving with her friends. Parakara huffed, that went well.
"Ignore those girls. I think you look nice." A bob-omb said. He had no arms but his hands were floating like most bob-ombs. He had pale skin, light crystal blue eyes, and dirty blonde hair. His uniform consisted of a dark blue blazer, a light blue shirt with a dark blue tie, dark blue pants, and brown shoes. Parakara thought he looked cute. She noticed that he didn't have a fuse in his hair.
"You don't have a fuse." She said.
"Never did. When I was built, I didn't come with a one. I figured it was a mistake on the manufacture's part. I get made fun of for it. They call me a dud. Or bob-stepper." He explained.
"That sucks. I'm Parakara."
"Bobert." The bob-omb said. "New here?"
"I am. Moved up here a week ago."
"Welcome."
"Thanks." Parakara said, Bobert nodded as they started walking towards their classroom. Bobert was looking down at the floor trying to ignore the looks people were giving him because of his appearance.
"So, what brings you here?" He asked.
"I wasn't getting along with my parents. My mom sent me up here to stay with my uncle for a bit."
"For how long?" Asked Bobert.
"Not sure." Parakara answered, Bobert nodded. "Do you live in Toad Town?"
"Nope. Koopa Village. I'm adopted. When the parents that ordered me saw that I was missing a fuse they gave me up for adoption."
"They couldn't just order a new fuse?"
"I guess fuses are expensive? I don't know."
"Still...that sounds pretty heartless." Parakara said. Bobert sighed. "Yeah...it is...but I guess they thought I wouldn't survive without one..." He stopped talking when Parakara hugged him as she felt bad for the bob-omb. Bobert blushed a bit. He had never been hugged by a girl that was not his family. Parakara pulled away.
"Thanks." He said.
"Welcome."
"So...did you have any friends at your old school?"
"Not necessarily..."
"What do you mean by "not necessarily?""
"You know when you have those type of friends that say they're your friends but they bully you at the same time? They were something like that."
"Oh those."
"Yeah those, do you have friends here?"
"I had one. He got expelled."
"What happened?" Asked Parakara, Bobert looked embarrassed.
"Rather not say..." He said, Parakara nodded understanding. Although she wondered what made him react like that. She decided to let it go however. It was none of her business. Besides, it seems rude and uncalled for to her to keep pushing him. Especially since he's the first one to be nice to her on her first day of class. "So...we both had bad friends, and now we currently don't have friends. Should we be friends?" Asked Bobert, Parakara smiled.
"It sounds like the two of us will make a great team." She says, Bobert grins.
"Me and you, against all the world." He says with a giggle. Parakara laughed a little at that. They arrived to their classroom, Parakara sat down at a desk beside Bobert. After a few minutes an adult koopa walked in. He had on all black clothing, a purple shell on his back, purple hair, and purple eyes. He appeared to be a dark koopa. He wrote the name "Mr. Sushi" on the board. Parakara wondered where he got his name from. Was he raised by cheep cheeps or something?
"Good morning class, I'm Mr. Sushi. Of course it would be ridiculous introduce myself in the middle of the school year, but I see that we have a new student." He smiled at Parakara. "Want to introduce yourself?"
Parakara stood up, feeling a mixture of nerves at having to introduce herself. She glanced at Bobert, who was beaming with encouragement. Taking a deep breath, she decided to make the best of it.
"Um, hi everyone," Parakara began, her voice a bit shaky. "I'm Parakara, and I just moved here from Twilight Town. It's nice to meet all of you." As she finished her introduction, some of the students murmured greetings, while others simply went back to their conversations. Parakara couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. It seemed like nobody was particularly interested in getting to know her.
Mr. Sushi, however, smiled warmly at her. "Thank you for introducing yourself, Parakara. I hope you'll find our school welcoming and make some friends along the way." Parakara nodded, appreciating Mr. Sushi's kind words.
"Your earrings are pretty!" A random female goomba said. Parakara smiled a little.
"Thank you." She says, everyone else chuckled. She was confused, was it because of the earrings? Was the goomba being sarcastic and she fell for it? But she sounded genuine. She decided not to think too hard on it and sat back down. The teacher smiled and began to talk about astronomy. Everyone went back to whispering amongst themselves and talking to each other.
"You did good." Bobert quietly said to Parakara. Parakara mouthed a "thanks" and began taking notes. Bobert discreetly hands her a note. Parakara reads it.
"You're from Twilight Town?" It read. Parakara nodded to him smiling. Bobert smiles back and goes back to take notes on the lesson.
As Parakara attended her next class; she found herself sitting next to the goomba who had complimented her earrings. The goomba was wearing a purple uniform. Unlike most goombas, she had a mysterious and unique appearance. Her skin is pale like a boo, and her hair is so black that it looked blue. She's not a goomba; she's a gloomba. Parakara became intrigued by her striking appearance. A middle aged toad wearing glasses, a white dress shirt with a blue blazer and khaki pants walked in. Like most toads, his cap was white with red spots. He introduced himself as Mar. T. As the teacher went through the algreaba lesson, Parakara noticed the gloomba doodling on her notebook.
"What are you drawing?" Parakara asked the gloomba, her voice filled with curiosity. The gloomba jumped a little in surprise before turning to Parakara with a small smile. "Oh, just some silly cartoons. Do you want to see?" Parakara nodded eagerly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. The gloomba opened her notebook, revealing a series of cute and funny drawings. The characters had a whimsical charm that resonated with Parakara's dark sense of humor, causing her to giggle softly. "What's your name?" Parakara inquired, genuinely interested in getting to know the gloomba better.
"Gloombarias. You can just say Arias though. I know my name is long." Arias replied with a hint of shyness.
"It's beautiful." Parakara complimented, her smile warm and sincere.
"Thanks. I guess." Arias responded, her cheeks turning a bright shade of red.
"Were you being sarcastic with the earrings?" Parakara asked, recalling the compliment Arias had given her earlier.
"No. I really thought they were pretty." Arias admitted, her embarrassment evident in her voice.
"For real?" Parakara's eyes widened with surprise.
Arias nodded her head vigorously. "Yeah, I mean it. Where did you get them anyway?"
"My uncle bought them." Parakara answered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She felt a connection forming with Arias. Arias looked at Parakara with genuine curiosity, her bright red eyes widening with interest. "Your uncle bought them? That's pretty cool."
Parakara nodded, her soft smile growing a bit. "Yeah, he saw them at a little boutique in Toad Town and thought they would suit me perfectly."
Arias leaned in; her voice filled with excitement. "Can I see them up close? They look even more amazing than I thought."
Parakara gently removed one of the earrings and handed it to Arias. The gloomba held it delicately, admiring the intricate details and the playful charm it exuded. "Wow, these are so cute!" Arias said handing it back to Parakara. Parakara giggled softly and placed her earring back on. "Oh also. Do I stink to you?"
Parakara paused, surprised by the question, and looked at Gloombarias with a reassuring smile. "No, not at all." she replied sincerely. "You don't stink to me. Why do you ask?"
Gloombarias sighed, feeling a weight lifted off her shoulders. "It's just...the other students here make fun of me, saying that I smell like rotten mushrooms. It made me really self-conscious. That's why I was surprised that you had decided to sit next to me."
Parakara's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with empathy. "I'm sorry they treat you that way. They're just being mean and trying to bring you down." Parakara reached out and gently placed her hand on Gloombarias' shoulder, offering comfort. "You know, I've dealt with my fair share of bullies too. It's never easy, but don't let their hurtful words define you. You're so much more than what they say. Besides, mushrooms have a unique and earthy scent, and there's nothing wrong with that."
Gloombarias looked up at Parakara, her eyes reflecting hope. "Yeah. You're right." She tilted her head. "In your introduction you said you was from Twilight Town correct?"
"That's correct."
"Twilight Town is quite famous for its unique atmosphere. I want to visit there one day."
"It's quiet, and the doll people are nice." The girls chatted quietly with one another until the bell rang.
"Nice meeting you Kara. I can say that right?"
"You can." Parakara said to her. Arias smiled softly before leaving. Parakara's next class was art, a subject that she always enjoyed. As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the area, noticing that all the seats were filled except for one beside a Shy Guy. Parakara took a deep breath and walked towards the empty seat. The Shy Guy looked up, his mask hiding his expression, but his body language seemed welcoming. Parakara hesitated for a moment before introducing herself.
"Hey, I'm Parakara." she said, a touch of nervousness in her voice. The Shy Guy nodded in response; it was hard to tell behind the mask, but his eyes were filled with curiosity. Parakara continued; "Is it okay if I sit here?" The Shy Guy nodded again. Parakara took her seat, feeling a sense of relief. The Shy Guy gently dipped his brush into a vibrant shade of red paint, carefully crafting each letter with precision on the blank canvas before him. As the strokes formed the name "Shyler".
"Your name is Shyler?" Parakara asked, her voice filled with interest. The Shy Guy nodded silently, a small smile playing behind his mask. The teacher walked in introducing herself as Serenie T. She had on colorful necklaces made of beads and her cap was white with pink hearts. Her long dark brown hair is tied in twin braids. She didn't dress like most female toads. Her long flowing pink dress had a bohemian style. Serenie T. is sweet, gentle, and caring to all her students. She had a passion for teaching art. She believed art is a universal language. It tells a story, whether the story is about the creator or not. She saw art as a gift to be able to share it with everyone.
"Morning class. Today we're doing something fun. We're going to paint our happiest memory, it can be from yesterday, a week ago, month ago, year ago, it can even be a childhood memory. Just think about a time where you truly felt happy." Happiest memory? That was not fun. Parakara couldn't remember a time when she did feel overjoyed. The days where she used to shop with her mom? That could work. But she wasn't sure how she could paint that. The days when her dad wasn't abusive? She barely remembered those times. She could paint about moving in with her uncle. "So." Serenie T. continued; "You can use either acrylics, oils, pastels, water colors, or black and white. Choose how you want to express yourself." Black and white. That was it! She chose acrylic and grabbed the colors she needed.
First she made the background sky blue and waited for the sky to dry. She dipped another brush into some white paint to add some clouds. She took another brush and dipped it in an earthly green paint make a grassy meadow. To add a touch of delicate beauty, she lightly dabbed pink paint onto the canvas, transforming the grass into a bed of small pink flowers. Each stroke was gentle and precise, capturing the delicate petals and infusing the scene with a soft, calming atmosphere. The paratroopa's attention to detail was evident as she carefully blended the colors, ensuring that every flower had its own unique charm. Last she got black and white paint and made a white floppy eared rabbit with black spots. The paratroopa's memories of her beloved childhood pet was brought it to life on the canvas. Her mother bought it for her. Parakara remembered loving that rabbit so much. She always wanted to play with it. Until it suddenly died from shock...
Shyler's painting was a beautiful depiction of a serene forest glade. The forest glade was filled with an array of magnificent trees, their emerald leaves shimmering in the sunlight. The vibrant blue sky served as the perfect backdrop, capturing the essence of a clear summer day. The fluffy white clouds added a touch of whimsy. The forest floor was an emerald green meadow with beautiful wildflowers that blooming beneath the trees. There was a small stream that meandered through the glade, its crystal-clear waters reflecting the vibrant hues of the surrounding foliage adding a peaceful and tranquil atmosphere.
"This was where my mom was buried..." He murmured.
"That...doesn't sound like a happy memory."
"It is. She would take me here all the time when I was younger. She loved the wildflowers." Parakara looked at the painting, the serene forest glade, and imagined the love and connection that Shyler had with his mother. It made her think of the bond she used to have with her mother. Gently, Parakara placed her hand on Shyler's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss." she said softly.
Shyler nodded, a mix of sadness and nostalgia behind his mask. "Thank you. It was our little sanctuary, our escape from the chaos of the toybox. She had a way of making everything feel magical."
"The chaos of the toybox?"
"I live in Shy Guy's toybox. It's a hidden world in Toad Town. It's fun. It's bright and colorful; there's so many fun things to do there. But sometimes it can be a little too much fun. So every once in a while my mom would take me to the forest and we would walk through here enjoying the calmness." Shyler explained. Parakara listened intently to Shyler's explanation about the hidden world in Toad Town known as Shy Guy's toybox. She was fascinated by the idea of a vibrant and colorful place filled with endless fun activities. However, she could also understand how such a lively environment could become overwhelming at times. As Shyler continued, Parakara's mind wandered, envisioning herself stepping into the magical toybox. She imagined vibrant colors swirling around her, the sound of laughter and excitement filling the air. But amidst all the joy, she could also sense a need for tranquility.
"Beautiful work as always Shyler!" Serenie T. said. Even though the teacher couldn't see it, Shyler was smiling. Serenie T. sees Parakara's painting of the spotted rabbit, "It's beautiful. I love it." Parakara smiled shyly as Serenie T. complimented her painting.
"Thank you. His name was Cookie. He had the sweet of a cookie; and he had these brown round eyes just like chocolate chips." Parakara explained. Serenie T. giggled softly, charmed by Parakara's story behind painting. "That's such a cute and fitting name for him, Parakara." She quietly adds; "I'm also glad you're sitting next to Shyler, he's a nice boy; but people rarely talk to him because well...he's a shy guy. Shy guys are...misunderstood here." Parakara nodded at Serenie T's. comment. As the art class progressed, Parakara and the Shyler started exchanging small talk, discussing their favorite art styles, artists, and techniques. The lessons continued on like this till lunchtime rolled around. Bobert had led Parakara to the back of the school.
"I usually hang out back here." He said opening his thermos. In it was spicy soup. He takes a sip. Parakara opens a plastic box and began eating a sandwhich with carrot sticks.
"It's quiet back here." She says to the bob-omb.
"Reason why I choose to eat here."
"Don't blame you." Parakara said. She found cafeterias to be loud, and overcrowded.
"So what is Twilight Town like?" Bobert asked.
"It's kind of spooky. It was hard to tell what time it was because it's always sunset. But I guess that's why it's called Twilight Town. The doll people look creepy, but they're nice. My mom hated living there because we stood out. We were the only koopa family there."
"Then why did you live there?"
"Well, I'm actually from Petalburg. My parents had a problem with the dragon because it occasionally came to eat some of the koopas there. So my mom picked a house in Poshley Heights. My dad told her he'd pay the bills on it. He hadn't so we were forced to move. We were about to stay in Rogueport because my parents couldn't afford another nice home, but my mom didn't like how unsafe it looked, so Twilight Town it was." Parakara explained, she never minded moving Twilight Town. The kids in Poshley Heights treated her like an outcast. Even though the house her parents bought was nice; it wasn't a mansion. The kids teased her for not living in one. They knew she wasn't as wealthy as them.
"Why wasn't he paying the bills?"
"My dad has a gambling problem." Parakara sat in silence, her mind filled with thoughts about her dad. She couldn't understand why her mom would continue to trust him with their financial stability, especially after he had squandered her brother's death money on his addiction. It frustrated her to no end that her mom would constantly complain about losing their house in Poshley Heights or him losing Parakaro's death money because of her husband's actions, yet she seemed unwilling to take any action herself. Bobert, sensing Parakara's distress, looked at her with concern.
"Is he still gambling?" he asked gently. Parakara sighed, her frustration evident in her voice.
"I would say so," she replied, her voice tinged with bitterness. "It's like he's so addicted to it, that nothing else matters to him." Bobert nodded sympathetically.
"He needs help." Bobert's voice was filled with concern for Parakara and her family. Parakara looked at Bobert, appreciating his understanding.
"I know, but the thing is, you can't help people who don't want it." She knew deep down that her dad needed professional help, but unless he acknowledged his problem and sought treatment, there was little anyone could do to make a difference. She felt herself getting hugged by Bobert.
"I'm here for you, Parakara. If there's anything I can do, just let me know." He said softly. Parakara smiled gratefully, feeling a sense of comfort in Bobert's squeeze.
"Thank you, Bobert. So what about you?"
"Like I said, I'm adopted." Parakara looked Bobert curiously. She had shared her struggles and family issues with him, but she still knew very little about his own background. Parakara gently probed, "If you don't mind sharing, Bobert, can you tell me more about your adoption? How did it happen?"
"When I was a baby, I was adopted by a koopa couple. They introduced me to the other kids that they adopted. As I got older, they taught me how to navigate the world as a fuseless bob-omb. I don't know much about the parents who assembled me. Other than the fact that they were sailors."
"Do you want a fuse?" Bobert paused for a moment, contemplating Parakara's question.
"It's a difficult question to answer, Parakara." he replied, his voice tinged with introspection. "On one hand, I would love to know what it's like to explode. But on the other hand, being fuseless has allowed me to see the world from a different perspective. It has helped me understand empathy and compassion, because I know what it's like being different." As Parakara listened to Bobert's contemplation on having a fuse, she felt a wave of admiration for his outlook on life. She tightened her arms around him.
"You're right, Bobert." She whispered to him. "Your uniqueness has given you a special perspective, one that allows you to empathize and connect with others who feel different." Bobert's cheeks flushed, as he looked into Parakara's light blue eyes. They were so pretty, he also liked how her pink strawberry blonde framed her face. It made him think of a buttercup. What was this? Love?
The bell rang signaling the end of lunch. Parakara packs up her things and heads to her next class. It was gym, Parakara goes into the locker room and changes into a school issued swimsuit. It was a one piece swimsuit that was white with red polkadots. She sat in front of the pool. She sees the toad she met when she first arrived to Toad Town. She smiled and waved at her. Toadriel sees her and waved smiling back at the paratroopa. Parakara's smiled faltered however when she sees the koopa who insulted her this morning, sit next to the toad. Parakara turned around when she hears the door open. A sea green colored yoshi holding a clipboard wearing a red and white tracksuit walked in. Her ocean blue hair was up in a ponytail. She blows on her whistle.
"For those who don't know me, I'm Coach Yoshea," she began, her voice carrying a sense of enthusiasm. "And let me tell you, I love swimming. I believe it is the best physical activity one can engage in." Her sea green scales shimmered under the fluorescent lights, reflecting her passion for swimming. "Of course, I may be biased because I'm from Lavalava Island, where swimming is a way of life." Coach Yoshea admitted with a grin. "But let me explain why swimming is not just a sport, but an essential life skill." She started pacing back and forth, her ponytail swaying with each step. "Firstly, swimming provides a full-body workout. It engages your arms, legs, core, and even your cardiovascular system. It's a fantastic way to stay in shape and build strength." Her eyes gleamed as she continued, "But what sets swimming apart is its low impact on the muscles. Unlike other sports, swimming is gentle on the joints and reduces the risk of injury. It's an activity that can be enjoyed by people of all ages and fitness levels." Coach Yoshea's voice grew more passionate as she delved into the deeper benefits of swimming. "Not only does it keep you fit and healthy, but swimming also promotes longevity. It's a known fact that regular swimming can increase your lifespan. The buoyancy of the water reduces stress on the body, allowing you to exercise for longer periods without straining yourself." She stopped and faced her students. "And, Finally," Coach Yoshea declared, her voice brimming with conviction; "Swimming is an important life skill. It can save lives. Knowing how to swim gives you confidence in the water, whether you're at the beach, near a pool, or even faced with a sudden emergency. It empowers you to face water-related challenges and survive. I remembered when my husband and I were first first hired here. We demanded that the gymnasium get turned into an indoor swimming pool." The yoshi raised her whistle to her lips and blew a sharp, piercing sound, signaling the end of her speech. "Now," she said with a smile; "Let's dive into our swimming lesson and unlock the incredible benefits this sport has to offer."
Parakara cautiously gets into the water. The cool sensation sent a shiver down her spine. But she knew the feeling would soon pass, as she thought about the times she went swimming during summer camp in her childhood. She takes a deep breath and loosened her grip on the edge of the pool and gradually lowered herself into the water. As the water enveloped her body, Parakara could feel her anxiety melting away. She closed her eyes, focusing on the gentle waves lapping against her yellow scales. The sound of her classmates' laughter and splashes echoed in her ears. Coach Yoshea went to her.
"You're a flying species. Believe it or not. You have an advantage. You can use your wings to help yourself float." The coach said. Parakara gently spread her wings wide while she laid on her back. As she moved her arms and legs, she could feel the water gently caressing her wings, providing an extra boost and stability to her movements. Parakara's wings acted as natural buoyancy aids, allowing her to maintain a perfect balance while gliding through the water. Her breathing became slow and rhythmic as she focused solely on floating, and eventually she lost herself in the tranquility of swimming. She got out of the pool when the bell rang for next class. Parakara washed off the pool water out of her hair and body in the shower toweled off before going to her locker and changing back into her school uniform.
Parakara entered the theater art class. The room was adorned with colorful props and stage decorations. She was immediately captivated by the vibrant energy radiating from the teacher whom introduced himself as Mr. Spinner. The spinia stood tall in his green suit sparkling under the classroom lights, featuring intricate patterns of swirling colors that seemed to come alive as he moved. His matching top hat was adorned with faux peacock feathers, adding a touch of whimsy to his appearance. His jet black hair, styled in an extravagant pompadour, showcased highlights in various shades of green. As he spoke, his hair seemed to sway with the rhythm of his words, creating an enchanting spectacle. His scarlet red eyes gleamed with a mischievous glint, reflecting his passion for performing arts.
"Welcome, class!" Mr. Spinner exclaimed, his voice full of excitement. "Today, we will explore the magic of theatrical expression!" The teacher explained the art of character development and the importance of emotion in performances. He sets an example by effortlessly transforming into different characters, captivating the students with his expressive gestures and theatrical voice. "We're going to start simple. Get in a circle." He said, the students sat in a circle. "All of you pretend you have cat suits on. Act like cats." The teacher said. Bobert began "kneading" the floor Parakara puts her "paws" in the air and pretends that she's playing with a cat toy making meowing sounds as she did so. She attempted to pounce but accidentally bumped into Arias. She quickly apologized, her cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. To the paratroopa's surprise, Arias responded with a faint smile.
"Um, hey, Arias, right?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky. Arias nodded, her eyes meeting Parakara's with a hint of kindness. "Yeah, that's me. And you're Parakara, right?"
Parakara nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Yeah, that's me. Sorry again for bumping into you. I'm not the most graceful of creatures."
Arias chuckled softly, her smile growing wider. "Don't worry about it. We all have our clumsy moments. Besides, it was kind of cute, to be honest."
Parakara felt her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of pink, but a warm feeling spread within her. This was the first time someone had found her clumsiness endearing rather than mocking her for it.
"Freeze!" Mr. Spinner said. The class froze. "Now act like a parade of colorful characters marching down the street!" As Mr. Spinner's command echoed through the classroom, the students unfroze and immediately burst into action. Parakara's heart raced with excitement as she joined in the imaginary parade. She fluttered her wings and twirled around, pretending to be a graceful ballerina leading the procession. Arias took on the role of a lively cheerleader, jumping and waving imaginary pom-poms. Meanwhile, Bobert transformed into a marching band conductor, energetically conducting an invisible orchestra. His movements were precise, and the enthusiasm radiating from him was contagious. The rest of the class followed suit, each student embracing their unique character in the parade. A shy guy became a stilt-walker, towering above everyone, while a few toads transformed into a lively group of acrobats, somersaulting and cartwheeling down the imaginary street. As the imaginary parade reached its grand finale, Mr. Spinner clapped his hands, signaling the end of the activity. The students took a moment to catch their breath, their faces beaming with excitement and happiness. Just before the teacher could say another command, the alarm went off. "That is some bullet bill. I was not notified of a fire drill. Line up everyone. We'll wrap this up next class." Mr. Spinner said. Everyone got up to get in line.
The students went to their next class when it was time to go back inside. Parakara sat in history. Bobert wasn't in this class, and neither was the Arias. But the koopa in her swimming class is though, sadly. Mrs. Goombie entered and started taking attendance. She had no arms. On her hands were a pair of white gloves. Her brown hair is tied up in a bun. Her skin is a fair color. She wore a sky blue sunhat and a pair of brown rimmed glasses and a pink dress. She stood at the front of the room.
"Good evening class I'm Mrs. Goombie, today we're going to discuss the history between the Mushroom and Koopa kingdom." Parakara's mind wandered as Mrs. Goombie delved into the history between the two kingdoms. She couldn't help but ponder the story her mom had shared with her. The revelation that her parents had chosen to go AWOL from King Bowser's service when her mom discovered she was gravid with her brother, struck a chord within Parakara. Although her mom had framed it as a mutual decision, Parakara suspected her mom had played a more significant role in convincing her dad to leave. Afterwards, they settled in Petalburg and hard her years later. Parakara loved Petalburg. She thought about the peacefulness and natural beauty of the place, despite the occasional threat of a dragon devouring some residents. However, the question of why her parents had chosen Petalburg over Flower Fields nagged at her. Why had they left behind the enchanting allure of Flower Fields to serve Bowser in the first place? The answer remained a mystery.
Parakara refocused her attention on the teacher as Mrs. Goombie explained the history behind the Star Sprits. Not wanting to miss any important details, Parakara took notes, her pencil gliding across the pages of her notebook. As the class continued, Parakara wondered why the Star Spirits hadn't granted her wish. She remembered always wishing her dad was dead when she was younger. She wanted him dead so he wouldn't be able to abuse her or her mom anymore. She then thought about the toad she met. She remembered when she said she'll make a wish for her to walk again. Would that wish come true? She doubted it. When the bell rang signaling last class, Parakara gathered her things and headed there.
A shaman with long blonde hair, wearing a lavender flowing dress adorned with pink and yellow sparkling stars walked in. "Good afternoon class, I'm Ms. Myrel, and welcome to the magical world of literature!" She said with an enchanting smile; as the students filled the classroom. Parakara takes a seat next to Bobert. Ms. Myrel's presence seemed to bring an air of mystique and wonder into the room. The walls were adorned with paintings depicting fantastical realms and characters from beloved books. Ms. Myrel began to weave her spellbinding tales. She shared stories of mythical creatures and daring adventures, with profound emotions.
At the end of class. Parakara put her notebook away in her backpack and headed outside talking to Bobert a bit before heading home. When Parakara got home, she took out a frozen dinner to heat up. It was bland, but didn't taste terrible. After eating she threw away the tray and opened up the book she borrowed. She continued on reading. The girl realized she had the power to communicate with spiders by sending and receive messages through their webbing. Parakara read through a couple paragraphs. Then the girl's mother began yelling and screaming downstairs. But then she got really quiet. Parakara read the bottom if the page. The girl commanded the spiders to trap her mother. Parakara wondered what the girl was going to do with her bullies but she would have to read that later. It was getting late. She placed the bookmark in the book and got ready for bed.