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There was something exhilarating about being so angry. A sense of unwavering focus that was both dirty and terrible, yet thriving and wonderful at the same time. It was an almost calming sense of clarity that engulfed the little skunk, as she turned around slowly from her locker and peered at the grinning form of Elmyra Duff. Her tranquility through anger turned frazzled again- frayed and ragged when she took note of the acme super squirter being meticulously clutched under the girl’s fingertips.
“Hello my stinky little kitty witty! You’re gonna be my favorite pet ever! But first we need to get you all fluffed up and fixed!” The young girl boasted, pressing the plastic nozzle of a super squirter against Claire’s chest. The mouf could guess what churned inside the plastic container which bubbled and fizzed with the promise of a fluffy, cuddly new pet for Elmyra. In the midst of the standoff, however, the loud speaker crackled over head, drawing attention from the both of them.
“THIS, IS THE PRINCIPAL! AS YOU KNOW, CLASS PICTURES WILL BE TAKING PLACE IN FIVE MINUTES! PLEASE ACCOMPANY YOUR HOME ROOM TOWARDS THE GYMNASIUM TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED. AFTERWARDS, SCHOOL IS DISMISSED. THAT IS ALL!” Rang the voice, echoing with a deep shuddering sunder that vibrated along the halls.
“Ooooo! You’re gonna look so fluffy wuffy for your pictures!” Elmyra crooned and pulled the trigger of her new acme Super Squirter 5000.
“Oh, oui, oui, but I ‘ave ze appointment to keep! Adieu! “The skunk grinned, wiggled her fingers, and darted off down the hall like her tail were aflame, shooting wildly past lockers and rounding corners with a squeal echoing from her lips. Elmyra would have been quick to give chase, but paused momentarily to discern what on earth had kept her super squirter from rendering the half naked skunk girl complete and totally cuddly. Something had been wedged into the nozzle…
A stick of Dynamite?!
The red head gave a snarl and wiggled and pried at the ruby cylinder, finally tugging it free with a resounding pop, (Which resulted in a solid blast of creamy clear gel from the built up pressure of the gun-which slammed into a emerald green duck that happened to be wandering by) and gave chase, racing furiously after the blue and pink blur while wildly pumping at her squirt gun.
Claire rounded a corner of lockers and pressed herself up against them, chest heaving and trembling with her recent exploits, she quietly clutched at her heart with a set of fingers and tried meekly to catch her breath.
“Le gasp…le pant…le heave…le…EEEK!” She shrieked, her voice trembling with tormented fear as she happened to hazard a peek around the corner. Elmyra was viciously trying to eek the girl out, eyes peeled with her senses open to the world around her. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but when it came to catching a new animal to snuggle, Elmyra had no rivals. She pumped her squirt gun frantically, while her fingertips jumped and stroked the trigger; itching to fire it at the first sight of skunk.
Claire whimpered quietly, trying madly to come up with a solution to the situation. Someplace to hide, some trick to get away without the need to walk home and shave herself once again. Not that shaving in and of itself was a horror, but the concept- that fact that someone thought they had the right to force it upon her because somehow it would make her better…
Claire bit at her lower lip, chewing thoughtfully while Elmyra pulled closer, and closer still, until there was no choice left. There was one place she could go- one last hope for salvation. Salvation in the way that jumping from a frying pan would rescue you from being burned in a frying pan…The gymnasium. Maybe she could duck within the crowd and hide, or lose Elmyra within the brazen tangle of wires and flash photography the pictures would produce.
The skunk raked a blue set of fingers through what was left of her mohawk and let a miserable sigh tumble past her lips- and then it was a mad dash from her hiding spot towards the gym. She knew Elmyra was in pursuit. She didn’t need to look back, or hear the girl announcing her love for her cuddly form. It was as inevitable as the tides at this point with the day she’d been having. She darted into the gym with her little chest pounding and quickly glanced around.
Half of the school was sitting on the bleachers, waiting for full class photos, while the other half were standing in line, waiting for single shots to be taken. Everyone else was idly mingling around the gym while photographers bounced around left and right, snapping pictures of students or screaming due to the occasional Tasmanian Devil, which was eating the film or the photographer. A typical day of pictures at Acme Loo.
Claire scanned the crowd quietly, letting her eyes trickle along the multitude of colored toons, looking for the most opportune place to hide, only to squeal when a firm set of callused fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Alright sweetie, your next, lets go, times ‘a wastin’!” A gruff voice commanded, forcing Claire’s eyes to widen, but gave a soft breath of relief when she realized it wasn’t Elmyra. It was just a photographer. Wait…A PHOTOGRAPHER?!
“N, NO! No no, I am not ready for ze photographs!” She squealed, trying to pull away from the large human who slowly dragged the poor half naked skunk towards a seat. The photographer shook his head, ignoring Claire’s pleas with an irritated chuckle.
“Now, now, dearie you look….Ewwww….Kids these days….You look…eh…Fine? Don’t worry it’ll be over a flash, hehehehe.” The man explained and lifted the skunk and dropped her on a stool in front of a large sky blue backdrop. The skunk whimpered weakly and stole a glance towards the door, and froze in terror when she spotted Elmyra poking her head into the gym.
“OK321smile!” The photographer beamed, snapping his thumb on the button while Claire was glancing at the door, which immediately blinded the poor skunk with the powerful flash that emanated from the camera.
“Ooooo! There she is!” Called a voice from somewhere in the sea of bright, shining stars that encased Claire’s vision. Elmyra’s voice. The skunk whimpered quietly, reaching up to rub at her eyes and try and clear her blindness, only to have her arms placed firmly down by her sides by an invisible strong set of fingers.
“No honey, that first take didn’t work, we’re gonna have to do it again, ok, smile!” The photographer explained, flashing the poor skunk once more and leaving her lost in blindness.
“ACK! I, I have to…” Claire whimpered, trying to stand up, only to be forced back onto the stool once again by another set of strong arms.
“Sweetie, HOLD, STILL.” Commanded the strong voice of the photographer, forcing the skunk to whimper and perk her ears, trying her best to pin point Elmyra’s voice. Another strong flash and now Claire was totally blind, and Elmyra was coming!
“Ooooooo hold still cutie, I’m gonna fix you all up! I’ve filled my gun, hehehehe, you’re gonna be my fluffy, wuffly, cuddling kins!!” Elmyra’s voice called out again, now dangerously close to Claire’s location. The skunk whimpered and her ears perked in alarm while the terrifying sound of plastic pumping against another piece of plastic rang through the room.
This was all Claire could stand and at that moment the poor skunk took off again, blindly racing past the grasping fingertips and yelling photographers in the room. With her vision still lost to sparkling stars, she didn’t know WHERE she was going, but she knew she wanted to be anyplace Elmyra wasn’t! She yelped when she felt the sensation of something wrap around her leg, and it brought her crashing and clattering to the ground- a camera cord, which toppled a camera down, which crashed into a photographer, whom stumbled into the wall, accidently pressing the RELEASE button for the stadium style seating of the gym, which pulled the bleachers into the wall, which sent a multiple number of teachers and toons tumbling into the air, which landed on a heap in the middle of the gym and atop of the pursuing Elmyra who had a super squirter fully charged with pressure, which subsequently burst under the weight of nearly an entire student body atop of it, and the resulting blast covered the gym- except for Claire, who had slyly slipped free of the gym before the entire room was covered in hair gel.
“I…I cannot believe I made it! I MADE IT WISOUT GETTING CAUGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She cackled, backing slowly away from the gym, only to bump into something warm which brushed against her back.
“Oh…now, I wouldn’t say dat.” A voice piqued her ears and slowly, the skunk turned around to face a very stern, angry looking rabbit with his arms crossed. The skunk gave a nervous giggle and nibbled at a fingertip, before she pointed towards the gym.
“Eet…eet was not my fault! Z, Zis is all just a misunderstanding!” She sputtered and Bugs nodded his head, reaching down to grasp her by the wrist and drag her towards his office.
“And I’m sure you’llse tell me alllllll about it.” The rabbit snorted quietly, forcing a deep sigh from the little skunk as he dragged her off. At least the day was almost over…
* * *
Detention wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. There was significantly less corporal punishment than she’d expected for the most part. There were no rulers rapt across her knuckles, or canes applied to sensitive places. In fact, all she had to do was write “I will not cause hair related calamities to the school.” Five hundred times and she was free to go.
With a sigh and fingers caked with chalk, the skunk stepped back from the board in the room and prepared herself for the journey home. The buses had all left the school grounds and the building was practically deserted, leaving her all alone with her thoughts. With a gentle chuff of relief that the day had finally ended, the miserable mouf gathered up her belongings and stepped outside of Acme Looniversity. To her fortune, it seemed the rain that had tormented the school grounds had ceased, but after taking four steps from the building, the clouds began to form, and after ten steps, she was soaked.
An hour had drifted past which really was an eternity of seconds drenched in rain as Claire approached her home- just as the clouds cleared and the sun poked it’s head free, warming the neighborhood. The skunk groaned quietly, and let her fingers wrap around the doorknob of her house, and she forced it open with a rattling shudder. She dropped her soggy backpack to the ground, wrung her tail out best she could and quietly stroked the carpet of her home towards her room, passing by the lunch she’d left on the table. She was far to tired to eat now, which was good since the note on the counter read something akin to :”Claire; tried to wait for you, but reservations were at five. Gone to dinner with family. We’ll try to save you some.”
It didn’t matter. The exhausted skunk trudged upstairs to her room, drew the blinds, closed the door, and flopped onto her bed with a heave.
What.
A.
Day.
It was there, did her eyes catch the soft, tiny blinking, twinkling light of her cell phone, which glimmered faintly in the darkness on her desk. She’d forgotten it at home this morning in her rush to leave for school. With a languid, sluggish reach, she fumbled for the device and punched the center key to bring up the menu thoughtfully.
…87 new text messages.
The phone chimed quietly.
93 new text messages. With the last of her energy used up by her curiosity, she sat up quietly and opened the first on the list and grinned widely.
Owhataloon sends: Like, I am like, totally to hairy and junk! I heard you were like, really good with a razor, and I was wondering if you, you could maybe give me a shave or some junk? How’s like, eight Am tomorrow? I can like, totally pay!
MadMoney sends: THAT STUPID RED HEAD DOUSED EVERYBODY WITH HAIR GEL! I DEMAND A HAIRCUT TOMORROW! DO IT OR ELSE!
Mr2Cool4School Sends: Babys n I totes ned haircuts. Swinging bi round 8. Cool?
Purplelove sends: sacré bleu cheese!! Zis ess Horrible! I require ze efforts of ze mistress of shaving! Mon Cousin! Help me, Si’l vous plait?”
Dadgumyou sends: I need a dadgum f***ing shave since I got F***ING dadgum hair gel all over my mother f***ing dadgum clothes! I can even pay ya, ya dadgum f***ing b****! Lemme know!
PardyHarty Sends: Dearest Claire. I’ve had some number of inquires as to whom might help me amend an issue I’ve suffered due to a mishap involving Acme Hair Gel. To Wit, your name came highly recommended, and I’d be thoroughly honored to have your services in my dire need. Rest assured, you’d have no worry of compensation and I am ready to pay rather handsomely for your unique skills. Yours- Dizzy Devil.
Downthehole Sends: hay, lol. Totes got doused in hairgel. Sux. Snd rply if u can C me abt ctting it. Kkthxbai. Brngng Hamton 2, if cool.
She clicked the button again, forcing the messages to vanish from view. It seemed like she was about to have a full day ahead of her and with a warm grin she placed the phone back down on her desk. Seemed the entire school needed her suddenly. Huggling her pillow against her chest, the skunk gave a yawn and quietly snuggled down into her bed. Today might have been horrible, but tomorrow- well tomorrow was going to be something else entirely.
The end.
Whew! Finally! All the stuff from 2010 complete...sorta. That was my last project I was working on, and now it's done, time to work on junk for 2011!! I've finally finally gotten around to writing a story JUST about Claire, next up...uh...Christmas story about Chaos and his Sibs and cousins...maybe
“Hello my stinky little kitty witty! You’re gonna be my favorite pet ever! But first we need to get you all fluffed up and fixed!” The young girl boasted, pressing the plastic nozzle of a super squirter against Claire’s chest. The mouf could guess what churned inside the plastic container which bubbled and fizzed with the promise of a fluffy, cuddly new pet for Elmyra. In the midst of the standoff, however, the loud speaker crackled over head, drawing attention from the both of them.
“THIS, IS THE PRINCIPAL! AS YOU KNOW, CLASS PICTURES WILL BE TAKING PLACE IN FIVE MINUTES! PLEASE ACCOMPANY YOUR HOME ROOM TOWARDS THE GYMNASIUM TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED. AFTERWARDS, SCHOOL IS DISMISSED. THAT IS ALL!” Rang the voice, echoing with a deep shuddering sunder that vibrated along the halls.
“Ooooo! You’re gonna look so fluffy wuffy for your pictures!” Elmyra crooned and pulled the trigger of her new acme Super Squirter 5000.
“Oh, oui, oui, but I ‘ave ze appointment to keep! Adieu! “The skunk grinned, wiggled her fingers, and darted off down the hall like her tail were aflame, shooting wildly past lockers and rounding corners with a squeal echoing from her lips. Elmyra would have been quick to give chase, but paused momentarily to discern what on earth had kept her super squirter from rendering the half naked skunk girl complete and totally cuddly. Something had been wedged into the nozzle…
A stick of Dynamite?!
The red head gave a snarl and wiggled and pried at the ruby cylinder, finally tugging it free with a resounding pop, (Which resulted in a solid blast of creamy clear gel from the built up pressure of the gun-which slammed into a emerald green duck that happened to be wandering by) and gave chase, racing furiously after the blue and pink blur while wildly pumping at her squirt gun.
Claire rounded a corner of lockers and pressed herself up against them, chest heaving and trembling with her recent exploits, she quietly clutched at her heart with a set of fingers and tried meekly to catch her breath.
“Le gasp…le pant…le heave…le…EEEK!” She shrieked, her voice trembling with tormented fear as she happened to hazard a peek around the corner. Elmyra was viciously trying to eek the girl out, eyes peeled with her senses open to the world around her. She wasn’t the brightest bulb in the box, but when it came to catching a new animal to snuggle, Elmyra had no rivals. She pumped her squirt gun frantically, while her fingertips jumped and stroked the trigger; itching to fire it at the first sight of skunk.
Claire whimpered quietly, trying madly to come up with a solution to the situation. Someplace to hide, some trick to get away without the need to walk home and shave herself once again. Not that shaving in and of itself was a horror, but the concept- that fact that someone thought they had the right to force it upon her because somehow it would make her better…
Claire bit at her lower lip, chewing thoughtfully while Elmyra pulled closer, and closer still, until there was no choice left. There was one place she could go- one last hope for salvation. Salvation in the way that jumping from a frying pan would rescue you from being burned in a frying pan…The gymnasium. Maybe she could duck within the crowd and hide, or lose Elmyra within the brazen tangle of wires and flash photography the pictures would produce.
The skunk raked a blue set of fingers through what was left of her mohawk and let a miserable sigh tumble past her lips- and then it was a mad dash from her hiding spot towards the gym. She knew Elmyra was in pursuit. She didn’t need to look back, or hear the girl announcing her love for her cuddly form. It was as inevitable as the tides at this point with the day she’d been having. She darted into the gym with her little chest pounding and quickly glanced around.
Half of the school was sitting on the bleachers, waiting for full class photos, while the other half were standing in line, waiting for single shots to be taken. Everyone else was idly mingling around the gym while photographers bounced around left and right, snapping pictures of students or screaming due to the occasional Tasmanian Devil, which was eating the film or the photographer. A typical day of pictures at Acme Loo.
Claire scanned the crowd quietly, letting her eyes trickle along the multitude of colored toons, looking for the most opportune place to hide, only to squeal when a firm set of callused fingers wrapped around her wrist.
“Alright sweetie, your next, lets go, times ‘a wastin’!” A gruff voice commanded, forcing Claire’s eyes to widen, but gave a soft breath of relief when she realized it wasn’t Elmyra. It was just a photographer. Wait…A PHOTOGRAPHER?!
“N, NO! No no, I am not ready for ze photographs!” She squealed, trying to pull away from the large human who slowly dragged the poor half naked skunk towards a seat. The photographer shook his head, ignoring Claire’s pleas with an irritated chuckle.
“Now, now, dearie you look….Ewwww….Kids these days….You look…eh…Fine? Don’t worry it’ll be over a flash, hehehehe.” The man explained and lifted the skunk and dropped her on a stool in front of a large sky blue backdrop. The skunk whimpered weakly and stole a glance towards the door, and froze in terror when she spotted Elmyra poking her head into the gym.
“OK321smile!” The photographer beamed, snapping his thumb on the button while Claire was glancing at the door, which immediately blinded the poor skunk with the powerful flash that emanated from the camera.
“Ooooo! There she is!” Called a voice from somewhere in the sea of bright, shining stars that encased Claire’s vision. Elmyra’s voice. The skunk whimpered quietly, reaching up to rub at her eyes and try and clear her blindness, only to have her arms placed firmly down by her sides by an invisible strong set of fingers.
“No honey, that first take didn’t work, we’re gonna have to do it again, ok, smile!” The photographer explained, flashing the poor skunk once more and leaving her lost in blindness.
“ACK! I, I have to…” Claire whimpered, trying to stand up, only to be forced back onto the stool once again by another set of strong arms.
“Sweetie, HOLD, STILL.” Commanded the strong voice of the photographer, forcing the skunk to whimper and perk her ears, trying her best to pin point Elmyra’s voice. Another strong flash and now Claire was totally blind, and Elmyra was coming!
“Ooooooo hold still cutie, I’m gonna fix you all up! I’ve filled my gun, hehehehe, you’re gonna be my fluffy, wuffly, cuddling kins!!” Elmyra’s voice called out again, now dangerously close to Claire’s location. The skunk whimpered and her ears perked in alarm while the terrifying sound of plastic pumping against another piece of plastic rang through the room.
This was all Claire could stand and at that moment the poor skunk took off again, blindly racing past the grasping fingertips and yelling photographers in the room. With her vision still lost to sparkling stars, she didn’t know WHERE she was going, but she knew she wanted to be anyplace Elmyra wasn’t! She yelped when she felt the sensation of something wrap around her leg, and it brought her crashing and clattering to the ground- a camera cord, which toppled a camera down, which crashed into a photographer, whom stumbled into the wall, accidently pressing the RELEASE button for the stadium style seating of the gym, which pulled the bleachers into the wall, which sent a multiple number of teachers and toons tumbling into the air, which landed on a heap in the middle of the gym and atop of the pursuing Elmyra who had a super squirter fully charged with pressure, which subsequently burst under the weight of nearly an entire student body atop of it, and the resulting blast covered the gym- except for Claire, who had slyly slipped free of the gym before the entire room was covered in hair gel.
“I…I cannot believe I made it! I MADE IT WISOUT GETTING CAUGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She cackled, backing slowly away from the gym, only to bump into something warm which brushed against her back.
“Oh…now, I wouldn’t say dat.” A voice piqued her ears and slowly, the skunk turned around to face a very stern, angry looking rabbit with his arms crossed. The skunk gave a nervous giggle and nibbled at a fingertip, before she pointed towards the gym.
“Eet…eet was not my fault! Z, Zis is all just a misunderstanding!” She sputtered and Bugs nodded his head, reaching down to grasp her by the wrist and drag her towards his office.
“And I’m sure you’llse tell me alllllll about it.” The rabbit snorted quietly, forcing a deep sigh from the little skunk as he dragged her off. At least the day was almost over…
* * *
Detention wasn’t as bad as she thought it was going to be. There was significantly less corporal punishment than she’d expected for the most part. There were no rulers rapt across her knuckles, or canes applied to sensitive places. In fact, all she had to do was write “I will not cause hair related calamities to the school.” Five hundred times and she was free to go.
With a sigh and fingers caked with chalk, the skunk stepped back from the board in the room and prepared herself for the journey home. The buses had all left the school grounds and the building was practically deserted, leaving her all alone with her thoughts. With a gentle chuff of relief that the day had finally ended, the miserable mouf gathered up her belongings and stepped outside of Acme Looniversity. To her fortune, it seemed the rain that had tormented the school grounds had ceased, but after taking four steps from the building, the clouds began to form, and after ten steps, she was soaked.
An hour had drifted past which really was an eternity of seconds drenched in rain as Claire approached her home- just as the clouds cleared and the sun poked it’s head free, warming the neighborhood. The skunk groaned quietly, and let her fingers wrap around the doorknob of her house, and she forced it open with a rattling shudder. She dropped her soggy backpack to the ground, wrung her tail out best she could and quietly stroked the carpet of her home towards her room, passing by the lunch she’d left on the table. She was far to tired to eat now, which was good since the note on the counter read something akin to :”Claire; tried to wait for you, but reservations were at five. Gone to dinner with family. We’ll try to save you some.”
It didn’t matter. The exhausted skunk trudged upstairs to her room, drew the blinds, closed the door, and flopped onto her bed with a heave.
What.
A.
Day.
It was there, did her eyes catch the soft, tiny blinking, twinkling light of her cell phone, which glimmered faintly in the darkness on her desk. She’d forgotten it at home this morning in her rush to leave for school. With a languid, sluggish reach, she fumbled for the device and punched the center key to bring up the menu thoughtfully.
…87 new text messages.
The phone chimed quietly.
93 new text messages. With the last of her energy used up by her curiosity, she sat up quietly and opened the first on the list and grinned widely.
Owhataloon sends: Like, I am like, totally to hairy and junk! I heard you were like, really good with a razor, and I was wondering if you, you could maybe give me a shave or some junk? How’s like, eight Am tomorrow? I can like, totally pay!
MadMoney sends: THAT STUPID RED HEAD DOUSED EVERYBODY WITH HAIR GEL! I DEMAND A HAIRCUT TOMORROW! DO IT OR ELSE!
Mr2Cool4School Sends: Babys n I totes ned haircuts. Swinging bi round 8. Cool?
Purplelove sends: sacré bleu cheese!! Zis ess Horrible! I require ze efforts of ze mistress of shaving! Mon Cousin! Help me, Si’l vous plait?”
Dadgumyou sends: I need a dadgum f***ing shave since I got F***ING dadgum hair gel all over my mother f***ing dadgum clothes! I can even pay ya, ya dadgum f***ing b****! Lemme know!
PardyHarty Sends: Dearest Claire. I’ve had some number of inquires as to whom might help me amend an issue I’ve suffered due to a mishap involving Acme Hair Gel. To Wit, your name came highly recommended, and I’d be thoroughly honored to have your services in my dire need. Rest assured, you’d have no worry of compensation and I am ready to pay rather handsomely for your unique skills. Yours- Dizzy Devil.
Downthehole Sends: hay, lol. Totes got doused in hairgel. Sux. Snd rply if u can C me abt ctting it. Kkthxbai. Brngng Hamton 2, if cool.
She clicked the button again, forcing the messages to vanish from view. It seemed like she was about to have a full day ahead of her and with a warm grin she placed the phone back down on her desk. Seemed the entire school needed her suddenly. Huggling her pillow against her chest, the skunk gave a yawn and quietly snuggled down into her bed. Today might have been horrible, but tomorrow- well tomorrow was going to be something else entirely.
The end.
Whew! Finally! All the stuff from 2010 complete...sorta. That was my last project I was working on, and now it's done, time to work on junk for 2011!! I've finally finally gotten around to writing a story JUST about Claire, next up...uh...Christmas story about Chaos and his Sibs and cousins...maybe
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