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The Pokémon Peninsula > Fanfics Ridiculous by Jedi_Amara Author's Note: Like, w00t, another (really) boring one-shot from the crazy penguin master. Like, yeah, I totally named Mrs Delson after, like, Brad and Joseph from Linkin Park? Because I just, like, "Linkin Park"ed myself (like, lol) in front of, like, the TV for, like, 45 minutes, and watched, like, the Collision Course DVD I bought, like, yesterday? [random] Like, my mobile phone has, like, almost no reception, like, here? [/random] Like, aren't teapots so cool? Like, enough with the "like"s already? Disclaimers: I don't own the teapot song. I don't own Linkin Park or the song One Step Closer, or anything like that. I don't own Pokémon. I don't own you. I don't own an X-Box. I don't own the Australian cricket team. I do own three penguins. My brother owns two. Penguinz pwn all. Warnings: Just one for this story, I think. Advanceshipping. --------------------------- Josephine Delson looks at the small girl perched on the edge of the
seat, barely tall enough to look over the desk. Nine years old, she
exudes an air of innocence - Delson knows, and still it's hard to find
that spark, that sense of defiance. I'm a little teapot, short and stout Josie is a little girl with big dreams. When she grows up, she wants
to be a rock star. When Josie tells the kids at school, they laugh
at her, jeer at her, because she's short and, well... Delson nods wearily. "Still, don't you think the odds were a
little high?" Here is my handle, here is my spout They laugh, they keep laughing, they know all her weak points, she tries to block them out, she can't, they can always get through to her, she wishes they would just go away, but it's like she's an open book, she wants someone to say something nice to her, but there's no one to say it, anything anyone ever says is nasty; her teachers don't notice in class, they think she's just shy when she huddles in her corner, all by herself; no one ever notices - who would notice? Ash Ketchum, one of the all-time great Pokémon Masters - five-time-in-a-row
Indigo League champion at just twenty, settled down and married his
childhood sweetheart May, took over the Petalburg Gym when May's father
Norman retired. Who could make a joke of that? But of course the kids
can. Kids can make fun of anything - Delson remembers. When I get all steamed up, then I shout Josie shouts back at them, she calls them names too, but they don't hear, they just keep calling her fatso, beach ball, Snorlax, there are too many of them to hear, no one listens when she cries, there's never anyone at home, no one to talk to, no one to cry to, her mother's never home, she doesn't know why, her father always has a bottle in his hand, his breath smells funny, she doesn't know why that is either, but he never sees her, never hears her, does he even know she's there? She doesn't know. Delson tries not to raise her voice, but she doesn't understand how
else to deal with a wayward child. No one's ever told her, no one's
ever showed her; she has had to learn it all for herself. Tip me up and pour me out Josie moves away over summer. Her dad was transferred. He wonders if the move will be alright for her just when she's settled into a new school, but she's glad, she doesn't have to see those kids anymore, maybe they'll forget her, if she ever becomes a rock star she won't thank them, she'll wipe them from her life, she doesn't want to think about them anymore. But she does. She can't stop the memories, every time someone comments on her height she remembers, even later when she grows, loses the baby fat, becomes tall, taller than half the boys in her senior year; she can't tell anyone, never told anyone, doesn't want other people to know, she bottles up the rage inside of her, she doesn't show it, she keeps her calm, but it's there inside her, seething... "Detention!" Delson sinks into her chair, breathing heavily. It hurts now; the pain is returning, and the memories are flooding her mind. She takes up a document from the desk, reaches out absently to turn on her reading lamp. Suddenly, her fist closes around it; she rips the cord out of the wall, throws it at the door. It smashes, and Delson grins - a victorious grimace, ugly because of the hate. She pushes everything off her desk, and looks around for more things to throw. Everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge |
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