Light_Azumarill
Danny Phantom!
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- Seen Oct 16, 2007
OOC: Posting has been slow, ne? XD Where's Plushie got to? It's been a while since she posted... and Ryko can't really move on without her! *likes Ryko* ;_;
Well Yibber, those are some interesting classroom to classroom dynamics. XD I would be ticked too if I had gotten all my stuff ready to move only to have to not move because of some stupid girl. >.>
Warning: Long post. It could even rival some of Alter's. XD
Zachary
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"Okay... must get past Gwenie," Zachary mumbled to himself, reaching the lobby. He would just have to wait until she was distracted by someone or something and then race his bottom over to the phones. The phones themselves were fairly secluded, so as to ensure people's conversations could be somewhat private, so being seen after reaching them was not an issue.
The boy leaned his head out a teeny bit; just enough to see what was going on. There were quite a few trainers gathered at the desk, and Zachary couldn't tell if Gwendolyn was there or not. They were all staring at the front desk while chattering lightly, listening to three kids about Zachary's age who seemed to be telling a story of their pokemon getting hurt or stolen-- he couldn't hear them that well over the chatter. The boy frowned, wondering what had happened, but figured that taking this chance was more important than finding out.
He slid through the doorway and slipped himself into a partially concealed phone space. He exhaled his breath, thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't knocked anything over while slipping by. He dialed quickly and then took a last look to make sure the group was still blocking the front desk.
Soon enough his mother answered, looking relieved that her son had called. Zachary smiled half-heartedly. "Hi Mom."
"Oh I'm so glad you called Zach, I was beginning to get sleepy," she said with a chuckle, "How was your day? Did you catch any pokemon? Oh, are your friends well?" She had so many questions; but then so did Zachary.
He smiled, "No, I haven't caught anything else, though I did make friends with a Magnemite. My friends are fine, well most of them... I'm not sure about Maxie." His mother looked curious, so he explained what had happened with the girl.
"Poor thing, she must feel awful," his mother said, shaking her head sadly, "I wonder what could be wrong with her."
"I don't know... but I hope it's nothing serious," Zachary replied, "She's really very nice once you get to know her. She did help Amelia too." Another confused look from his mother told him he'd better explain again. He felt rather nervous talking about Amelia, especially when his mother started giggling at him, but once it was done he felt much better. He had done the explaining in a low voice though in case Amelia was around the lobby; after all, he could only handle so much embarrassment in one day.
This 'liking girls' subject brought him to the real thing he wanted to speak about-- his angry behavior. This wasn't going to be fun or easy to talk about, but he had to know. Not knowing was too much.
"Mom...," he began, his expression clearly telling her he was about to bring up his father, "When Dad was younger, you know before he got really bad, did he act different? I mean... oh, I'm not making any sense." His stomach felt quite sick all of a sudden.
His mother blinked, caught off-guard by his strange request. "Zachary I... I'm not sure why you would want to know such things. Is something wrong?" she asked, her expression now worried.
"Well I just- you see lately I sometimes have felt really angry, usually about something stupid," he said in a low voice, almost fearfully, "First it was Silver and Maxie and Ron talking about how I freaked out about this Ghastly... and then to Ron making jokes. Stupid stuff that I usually just laugh about. I just was thinking that maybe that's how Dad started, um, started out."
"Oh sweetie... I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes looking sad, "If only I had been strong enough to kick him out before it got like it did. I'm not a strong person you know...."
Zachary interjected, "Mom, don't say that, it wasn't your fa--."
"Yes it was!" she said to him seriously, "Don't ever forget that. Yes he was a bad person, but did I do anything other than sweep the broken pieces of our family under the rug to hide? Always apologizing, always making excuses; I was just as much of the problem as he was."
"You kicked him out eventually," Zachary said, "I guess you learned to be strong. But Mom... I don't want to end up like him."
She smiled, "You won't. If you worry about it this much and watch yourself, then you can do it. You take after me Zachary so you have a kind heart. You're not like him. I was afraid, when you went into that gang, that you would become like him. After a time though, it seemed that you had made your choice and decided that that life wasn't for you." She paused for a moment and then spoke again, "Oh, and your question, about your father, he was always like how he was while I knew him. Always yelling and quick to anger. It wasn't something that just happened one day though, it was a gradual process of building and building for years."
"Why did you fall in love with him?" he asked before he even thought it through all the way.
"Because I was stupid, and thought I could change him. I thought that there was good somewhere down in him... but such things are only for movies I'm afraid. He just saw me as an easy target," she looked at her son apologetically.
Zachary felt a little better. It was strange how he had gotten so mad, but he had never really felt that way before. He had tried to act mean back when he was in the gang, but that was different. This new anger... it felt as if someone had flipped a switch on in his brain. It must have been something else. Perhaps it was just mood swings.... Whatever it was, he owed his mother an apology.
"Sorry Mom, for bringing stuff up again," he said to her, "I probably made you sad."
"No Zachary, it's all right," she said quickly, "You and I need to talk about these things. It's important for you to know. That's what makes us different than the hundreds of other families that go through the same thing." She smiled.
He nodded, supposing she was right. "Thanks," he said.
"Oh! One more thing, I got another present for you," she bent down and pulled up something that Zachary recognized, "Well, it's not really something new, but you left it here, and I thought you'd want it."
It was a small pin that he had gotten for winning a contest at school. It was still quite clean, despite spending a year in his house, and was in the shape of a legendary cat pokemon-- Raikou. Zachary stared at it fondly, for it reminded him of the times after he had decided to quit the gang.
"I'd be glad to wear it on my pack," he said happily, "Thanks again Mom."
"I'll send it over," she said, placing it on the transferring machine, "And take care Zachary. Try to relax and have fun; this is a journey for fun."
The pin appeared next to him, and Zachary picked it up, "I will."
"Kiss Ron on the nose for me," she said with a smile. Zachary reluctantly agreed to do it; Ron always got embarrassed when he was given a kiss by his trainer.
The mother and son said their good-byes and Zachary hung up the phone. He suddenly regretted hanging up so soon because he had forgotten to ask how Ty was doing. Oh well, there was always tomorrow. The boy smiled, he really needed to thank the man for getting his mother the videophone so that they could easily contact each other. It was probably the most expensive thing they had ever owned. The boy looked out to the lobby; now the only thing he had to do was get back to his room without incident.
At least he felt confident that he wasn't turning into his father anytime soon. He would just have to wait and see what this anger thing led to. With that he stood up and placed the small pin on his pack, taking a moment to stare at the yellow thunder cat.
Well Yibber, those are some interesting classroom to classroom dynamics. XD I would be ticked too if I had gotten all my stuff ready to move only to have to not move because of some stupid girl. >.>
Warning: Long post. It could even rival some of Alter's. XD
Zachary
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"Okay... must get past Gwenie," Zachary mumbled to himself, reaching the lobby. He would just have to wait until she was distracted by someone or something and then race his bottom over to the phones. The phones themselves were fairly secluded, so as to ensure people's conversations could be somewhat private, so being seen after reaching them was not an issue.
The boy leaned his head out a teeny bit; just enough to see what was going on. There were quite a few trainers gathered at the desk, and Zachary couldn't tell if Gwendolyn was there or not. They were all staring at the front desk while chattering lightly, listening to three kids about Zachary's age who seemed to be telling a story of their pokemon getting hurt or stolen-- he couldn't hear them that well over the chatter. The boy frowned, wondering what had happened, but figured that taking this chance was more important than finding out.
He slid through the doorway and slipped himself into a partially concealed phone space. He exhaled his breath, thanking his lucky stars that he hadn't knocked anything over while slipping by. He dialed quickly and then took a last look to make sure the group was still blocking the front desk.
Soon enough his mother answered, looking relieved that her son had called. Zachary smiled half-heartedly. "Hi Mom."
"Oh I'm so glad you called Zach, I was beginning to get sleepy," she said with a chuckle, "How was your day? Did you catch any pokemon? Oh, are your friends well?" She had so many questions; but then so did Zachary.
He smiled, "No, I haven't caught anything else, though I did make friends with a Magnemite. My friends are fine, well most of them... I'm not sure about Maxie." His mother looked curious, so he explained what had happened with the girl.
"Poor thing, she must feel awful," his mother said, shaking her head sadly, "I wonder what could be wrong with her."
"I don't know... but I hope it's nothing serious," Zachary replied, "She's really very nice once you get to know her. She did help Amelia too." Another confused look from his mother told him he'd better explain again. He felt rather nervous talking about Amelia, especially when his mother started giggling at him, but once it was done he felt much better. He had done the explaining in a low voice though in case Amelia was around the lobby; after all, he could only handle so much embarrassment in one day.
This 'liking girls' subject brought him to the real thing he wanted to speak about-- his angry behavior. This wasn't going to be fun or easy to talk about, but he had to know. Not knowing was too much.
"Mom...," he began, his expression clearly telling her he was about to bring up his father, "When Dad was younger, you know before he got really bad, did he act different? I mean... oh, I'm not making any sense." His stomach felt quite sick all of a sudden.
His mother blinked, caught off-guard by his strange request. "Zachary I... I'm not sure why you would want to know such things. Is something wrong?" she asked, her expression now worried.
"Well I just- you see lately I sometimes have felt really angry, usually about something stupid," he said in a low voice, almost fearfully, "First it was Silver and Maxie and Ron talking about how I freaked out about this Ghastly... and then to Ron making jokes. Stupid stuff that I usually just laugh about. I just was thinking that maybe that's how Dad started, um, started out."
"Oh sweetie... I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes looking sad, "If only I had been strong enough to kick him out before it got like it did. I'm not a strong person you know...."
Zachary interjected, "Mom, don't say that, it wasn't your fa--."
"Yes it was!" she said to him seriously, "Don't ever forget that. Yes he was a bad person, but did I do anything other than sweep the broken pieces of our family under the rug to hide? Always apologizing, always making excuses; I was just as much of the problem as he was."
"You kicked him out eventually," Zachary said, "I guess you learned to be strong. But Mom... I don't want to end up like him."
She smiled, "You won't. If you worry about it this much and watch yourself, then you can do it. You take after me Zachary so you have a kind heart. You're not like him. I was afraid, when you went into that gang, that you would become like him. After a time though, it seemed that you had made your choice and decided that that life wasn't for you." She paused for a moment and then spoke again, "Oh, and your question, about your father, he was always like how he was while I knew him. Always yelling and quick to anger. It wasn't something that just happened one day though, it was a gradual process of building and building for years."
"Why did you fall in love with him?" he asked before he even thought it through all the way.
"Because I was stupid, and thought I could change him. I thought that there was good somewhere down in him... but such things are only for movies I'm afraid. He just saw me as an easy target," she looked at her son apologetically.
Zachary felt a little better. It was strange how he had gotten so mad, but he had never really felt that way before. He had tried to act mean back when he was in the gang, but that was different. This new anger... it felt as if someone had flipped a switch on in his brain. It must have been something else. Perhaps it was just mood swings.... Whatever it was, he owed his mother an apology.
"Sorry Mom, for bringing stuff up again," he said to her, "I probably made you sad."
"No Zachary, it's all right," she said quickly, "You and I need to talk about these things. It's important for you to know. That's what makes us different than the hundreds of other families that go through the same thing." She smiled.
He nodded, supposing she was right. "Thanks," he said.
"Oh! One more thing, I got another present for you," she bent down and pulled up something that Zachary recognized, "Well, it's not really something new, but you left it here, and I thought you'd want it."
It was a small pin that he had gotten for winning a contest at school. It was still quite clean, despite spending a year in his house, and was in the shape of a legendary cat pokemon-- Raikou. Zachary stared at it fondly, for it reminded him of the times after he had decided to quit the gang.
"I'd be glad to wear it on my pack," he said happily, "Thanks again Mom."
"I'll send it over," she said, placing it on the transferring machine, "And take care Zachary. Try to relax and have fun; this is a journey for fun."
The pin appeared next to him, and Zachary picked it up, "I will."
"Kiss Ron on the nose for me," she said with a smile. Zachary reluctantly agreed to do it; Ron always got embarrassed when he was given a kiss by his trainer.
The mother and son said their good-byes and Zachary hung up the phone. He suddenly regretted hanging up so soon because he had forgotten to ask how Ty was doing. Oh well, there was always tomorrow. The boy smiled, he really needed to thank the man for getting his mother the videophone so that they could easily contact each other. It was probably the most expensive thing they had ever owned. The boy looked out to the lobby; now the only thing he had to do was get back to his room without incident.
At least he felt confident that he wasn't turning into his father anytime soon. He would just have to wait and see what this anger thing led to. With that he stood up and placed the small pin on his pack, taking a moment to stare at the yellow thunder cat.