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Chapter 1: Reflections about Life
Disclaimer: I don't own Get Ed. This story is a year after the Ex-Machina incident. This story was created after a half dream I had and I finished developing it in my mind when I was in the beauty salon (don't ask). This is a POV story. One more thing, I don't know the ages or names, this is me guessing.
Edit: So I started my fixing and I found out in a Spanish Jetix that Fizz is eleven (meaning that in this story, she's twelve). Oops! The six chapters are actually days. This chapter was in a Tuesday when the narrator told it.
Edit Two: I have to fix this chapter again. After checking new Get Ed info, I found a page with the characters' histories a little more detailed (some say why do some of the kids hate Bedlam or a secret or special ability). One of the things I got shocked about was that Burn was seventeen. And when I showed this to Sandy87, she wasn't expecting that (neither was I; I was guessing 15-16). So in this story, he's eighteen... he's old enough to go to college! And drive! I envy him... and he's not even real!
Another reason is because I suddenly notice some sentences cut out, and very important ones in that matter.
When I grew older, I was offered a job. My parents didn't accepted that offer because I was nine by that time and I needed my education. I was offered the job, not them; they shouldn't have said that. The man that offered me the job continued with his offer and by sometime he called a boy who was older than me. I remembered that my face was hot and my eyes couldn't stop looking at the boy. The man said that the boy was a member and he was home-schooled by the man himself.
By sometime, the boy spoke and told that I had surpass the intelligence of all of the kids that where twelve or younger in the city. How did they knew that? I didn't even knew that! I asked and they told me that they asked the mayor for the test they give kids for their profiles in the city. Man, I hate those tests! My parents looked at me in surprise. What did they expect from their daughter? To fail?
The boy looked at me and said that he was fifteen and that he had seen me before. I felt my face hotter as he walked towards me. He asked me if I built my vehicle. I responded with a simple nod. He told the man I was the right girl for the job.
I looked at my parents and asked why I couldn't have a job if a boy who was six years older than I could have one. They said the same thing as any other parent would: that "if he fell down a bridge, you're going to follow him as well?" speech. He looked at my parents and laughed. His parents said the same thing. The man told my parents that this was the time where everyone was needed... everyone was important: rich, poor, healthy, sick, short, tall, young and old. He told a story about his ex-business partner and how he betrayed him. Everyone in Progress City was in trouble. But why ask me? Why ask a young nobody like me to help save the city if the job doesn't involve saving people? The man said that the job might involve saving people and with my intelligence and building abilities, I can help save the city.
I looked at my parents again, this time with determination in my eyes. I looked at the boy and the man and said that I'll do it. Heh, maybe that'll prove people to not take me for granted. That'll prove people that I'm a somebody in this city. My parents said "no" and "it's too dangerous." I replied by saying to them that I knew what I was doing and I knew it was dangerous, but I had to do it. My parents sighed and allowed me to go. The man told me to prepare for the next day with my vehicle. My spirits were high. I finally could get away from my classmates, who'd torture me in the last few years and I couldn't tell anyone. I finally could get away from the shadows that hid me from the last few years, saying that I was a nobody.
The next day, I had packed, my hated memories of school were trapped in my room, my spirits of a new life were showing in myself. I was hugged and kissed by my parents as signs of luck and that they'll miss me. I did the same, then left my house, only to find the boy that I met the day before. I asked the boy where was the man. He said that he was in the headquarters, preparing my profile. I left with the boy to the hover-way that took us to the headquarters.
On the way, I asked some questions, like how many where in the team and how did his parents let him leave to work for the man. He answered that he was the only one and he saw me one time in a lot of hurry and my vehicle didn't looked like the ones in stores... it looked better. I felt my face hot again... Scrap, not there! Thank God he wasn't looking at me. Then he answered another one of my questions: the boy said that he too wanted a new life after an incident in his school. Hmm, I wondered what happened. I asked and he didn't responded, only made his vehicle go faster. Must be like me, he had painful memories in his school. I made my vehicle go faster so I could catch up with him. Suddenly he asked some questions, like how my life was before the man and he came and offered the job. I didn't responded and looked at the hover-way. He sighed and said that we were close and that I could see the headquarters by that hover-way. I did and I was amazed. That didn't looked like a headquarters. It looked very strange... well, for me at least. It had some metal tubes going in and out of the place. The headquarters was hidden down the hover-way. Why was that?
When we reached the headquarters, we were greeted by the man. He said I could place my suitcase in a room and my vehicle where the boy had put his. I did so and then the man showed me about what I should know if I'm going to work there. I had the intelligence so I wouldn't worry there. Control of my vehicle; I already could control my vehicle perfectly. Kung fu ninja moves; eh... never thought of that, but I could give it a shot. Hey, if I met with my so-called-friends, I could warn them I could hurt them, instead of me. But any style of martial arts is for defense, not offense, so I couldn't harm them. Heh, luck them.
The next day, it was training time. I trained with my vehicle in ramps and half pipes. I trained with the man and the boy the ways of kung fu. We took all day and they said that I could rest. Man, I was tired. And that was just the first day, but I didn't worry. I wanted to prove to them... to myself.
A year later, a girl had taken the offer that the man gave. I was sorry for the boy, two girls and one boy, that wasn't fair for him. The girl was kind and caring, nothing that my "friends" ever showed me. The boy was loyal and protective, again nothing that my "friends" had showed me. The boy was my first friend, a great friend. Before the girl showed up, we used to talk and hang out with each other. The girl was my second friend. She didn't pushed me around like the others, she talked to me about everything and that's what I wanted.
Months after the girl came, a boy came. Let's just say he was way different from the others. He was funny and his "friend" was weird and supposedly a doctor. Now there were four of us. Also by sometime, the man was hiding something from us. Everyday he'd spent hours in a room that he didn't let us enter. When he was in that room, we frequently asked ourselves what did he do in there. One time, the boy said that he might be inventing a very fast vehicle. The girl said that if that's true, why didn't he asked me to help. The new boy and his "friend" said lots of things, some including a robot worker and working with aliens. What we didn't know that he was close to the truth.
A year later, when I was eleven, we discovered the truth, another boy came, mostly naive. He claimed that he was created by the man and we believed him. The man also said it was true what the new boy said. He changed our lives... forever. Things was he was part alien tech. He had what we called "toys", but the man called it "artifacts". He was a great friend, but what was sad about him was that he didn't had a family. Ever since I knew that, I treated him like a brother and he treated me like his sister.
So, you think after all I said, I had a great life. If you mean externally and in my present, then yes, I had a great life. If you mean internally and in my past, then no, I was suffering everyday. Why did I said I was taken for granted? Taken for granted means "being underestimated" and being underestimated means "being undervalued." Well, when I was eleven, I was short, so my friends thought I couldn't do some things, like high kung fu moves or grab things in the high shelves. And if I was short, that meant I was weak. I couldn't destroy a robot with my bare hands like my friends could.
I was tested two times; one time, I was turned wi-fi with three of my friends. Before we were turned wi-fi, I was confronting the truth, physically and mentally. I was short, I was weak, any comments my friends gave me about my size, I took it as an offence, I wanted to be tall. This was added in my "I want to be somebody and not being taken for granted" cause. After that "little" incident, they all congratulated me for saving them, but still... I was hurt.
The other time was in a competition, the boy I met first didn't liked the game. We, except him, entered the competition, but one small inconvenience, we didn't know how to play. The girl knew and trained us. And when we played, we were great... except me. My friends never gave me the ball and when they did, I didn't noticed. After some competitions, we found out that the boy did liked the game, but we didn't knew why he stopped playing. We asked him to play and he agreed. We were glad, until we found another truth. He played well, very well, so well that he took some balls from, guess who, me. One time, he put me out of the game. By that time when I was sitting there and watching them play and win, I was hurt even more. First the wi-fi incident, then that, I started to doubt myself if I was going to prove that I was a somebody. I remember what I said to myself in that time watching them: "If I had more training in the game, i-if I was taller a-and more flexible, I could have proven myself to them... to him... to myself."
But thanks to "my brother," we knew what was wrong, the boy wanted to win, with or without teamwork. He had talked to the boy and he told him that. "My brother" gave him a choice, leave his past and play with his teammates or live with the past hunting him. In the finals the boy came and had an idea, using me for the last point we needed to win the game. I looked at the boy to see if what I heard was true. He looked at me and apologized for not realizing it earlier, he realized that I was hurt because of him taking me out of the game, no opportunity to be good at something. He said I could have been used since the beginning. I remember what he said: "If you want this opportunity and you want to see what I mean, play, but stay behind me because I'm about to become bait." I just stared at him. What was he planing? The girl had a smirk on her face. She knew his plan.
In the game, he had the ball, I was behind him and in front of the goal. The leader of the other team ordered his teammates to stop him. The boy was stopped, but revealed he has no ball. He pointed at me and the team looked at me showing the ball and I threw it to the goal. We had won. My friends congratulated me and I finally felt different, I felt like a somebody. Well... for a while. Why? Because days after the competition, I accidentally bumped with some old "friends."
One of the boys, who had brown hair, ran in front of me; the others followed and surrounded me. "Well, well, well, look what we have here," said the brunette boy. "Our little buddy..."
"Francie, why did you leave us?" taunted a blonde girl.
I showed them the new me. "It's Frances for all of you!" I spat at them. "My leaving is none of your business. Now get out!"
"Defending yourself, is it?" said a pale boy. "You didn't learned your lessons in school haven't you? Then we have to remember those lessons to you then. You're small, you're weak, you're outnumbered if you try something funny, you're nothing, you're nobody!"
I was fuming mad. "For what I see, you guys are nothings and nobodies. You pushed me around, you stole from me, you lied to the teachers about what I said and I not only got detention, I got bullied by you guys for that! Why?! For nothing! If someone did those things to a person for nothing, wouldn't that make the person who is hurting a nothing, a nobody?"
The group gasped and got angry. They walked close to me. Oh, where were the guys when I needed them? Two of the girls, the blonde and a dark skinned girl, grabbed me by my hands, so I couldn't move my arms.
"Where should we hit Francie? Guys?" the brunette boy asked his friends.
"How should we know?" said a boy with black hair. "We aren't girls."
"I know," said a girl with red hair. "Hit her on the breasts."
"WHAT?!" I yelled. I started moving to loosen their grip on me.
"Huh?" the boys said. Well, they were still dumb as two years ago.
"That's chest for girls," the dark skinned girl explained.
"Oh, okay," said the boys. They stared menacingly at me and smiled evilly.
The brunette boy showed his hand in a fist and well... you guessed it. He punched me... hard!
I yelped and fell. I felt the tears in my eyes. Any girl knows where they're vulnerable, but that didn't stopped them. The girl with dark skin kicked me in the chest. I rolled and coughed a little blood.
"That's what happens when-" the black haired boy was cut off by some voices calling. The group left before they were caught, leaving me and my vehicle on the road.
I caught a glimpse on who were calling me. My friends? How? My sight changed to blurs, then darkness. All I could do was hear them walking close to my body.
"I-is she okay?" asked the girl.
I felt some fingers on my lips. "It looks like blood," I heard the captain.
"She must have coughed it," said the tall boy's "doctor friend".
"We have to take her to the Dojo, fast!" said the new boy.
I felt being picked up by a pair of strong arms and heard the engines had started. Then I fell unconscious.
"From the analysis, she got multiple hits in her chest. Like any girl, she's vulnerable there, and without a chest plate to protect her... well, she gets hurt easily," I heard the man explain. "Maybe that group hurt her."
"Ol' Skool, she looked dead when we saw her," said the leader of our group.
"Yeah! Dr. Pinch said that what she coughed up was blood," said the boy who carried his "friend".
"From your story, all I could say was that she was almost murdered," said Ol' Skool.
I started to rise from my bed. The group gasped as I opened my eyes. I saw the lab's entrance and my friends around me. "From their story, it sounded like an almost murder. From my story and experience, that was bullying to an almost murder." Everyone started consoling me and asking me what happened. I told them, "when I was little, my classmates didn't do their homework or exams. I was the smartest or the only smart person in the classroom. When I told the teachers about what they did, they lied and said that I was lying. After school, they threaten me and bullied me."
"This is why you accepted the offer. To get away from them," the captain said.
"Not only that Burn," I said to him. "I have lots of reasons."
"You have to rest," ordered Ol' Skool. He didn't have to tell me twice, but I knew I had to stay awake, so I closed my eyes and listened. "Someone has to watch her. Who will offer himself or herself to watch?"
I opened my eyes a little to see who wanted to watch me. I saw the girl was about to raise her hand when we heard...
"I'll do it." We all looked at who said that. It was Burn.
"You?! Why?" asked the girl.
"Look Deets, believe me, but I know Fizz better that her family, maybe even better than herself," he said the truth... a little. He did knew me better than my family, but better than myself? If only he knew.
"But there's a catch..." Ol' Skool said. "If you're gonna watch her, you have to protect her if anything happens and that group decides to appear again. You have to protect her like..."
"If she was your girlfriend," said Deets. I wanted to blush, but I didn't. I mean, would you blush with a room full of people when you acting like you're asleep? I looked at Burn and he was about to say something when she said, "no excuses, you said you would do it and that's how you'll do it."
"Fine," he muttered. The group left and he watched me.
I opened my eyes and I finally asked him. "So, the incident in your school was about ZG? That's why you left and joined the Dojo, to forget your past?"
He nodded. "We both had something to hide, didn't we?"
"Yeah, but you can get over it. I can't. That group won't leave me alone till I return to them and be their slave. That was one of the reasons I left, to forget about my past, but that's the only thing I can tell you."
"Why?"
"When we get older and I don't find them, I'll tell you the rest. Face it Burn, you know me better than my parents, but I still hide some secrets for everyone, including you."
"You're not the sweet, innocent, you-can-count-on-me girl I knew, aren't you?"
I sighed. "I still am, but I don't show my other side for very different reasons."
"Tell me," he said.
"Can't tell, only time will know when I'm gonna tell you." Then I close my eyes and fell in a deep sleep.
I heard someone snicker, then it stopped. I looked everywhere and saw no trace of anything alive.
"Burn, Deets, Ed, Loogie? This isn't funny anymore."
A hiss answered my call. I looked to where the hiss came from. There was nothing there. Then I was grabbed from behind, my arms behind my back and I couldn't move them. The hiss came again and grew into a snicker.
"Who's behind me?!" I tried to look behind, but there something forcing me to look in front.
"Francie, stop struggling. You can't stop us from doing what we want. You'll come back to us... sooner or later, but I'd pick sooner," said a voice too familiar to me. It was the brunette boy from the group. I know him, he's the leader of that group. "Remember: you're small."
"You're weak," said two voices. Those belonged the blonde girl and the dark skinned girl.
"You're outnumbered," said the red head girl.
"You're nothing," said another two voices. This ones belong to the pale boy and a dark skinned boy.
"You're nobody," said the black haired boy.
"No! Y-you're wrong!" I said to them. The room started to clear up and I saw where I was. I was in a classroom, not any classroom, the classroom where I studied before I left. It was a mess! The school desks were on the floor, like they've been thrown by the students and dusty like it was years since the room was opened. The chalkboard was broken in half and some scribbles were still drawn. The teacher's desk was full of dust with papers and books all around it.
"Don't resist," said the dark skinned boy. "You'll become ours again."
"There's no where you can't hide," said the pale boy. "We'll find you and treat you as always, like a nobody."
"No, no! It's not true!" I yell at them.
"Fizz?" Burn said as he shook me to wake me up. It didn't worked. "Fizz, wake up!" I didn't respond, only moved more. He didn't have any more options, until he saw a glass of water on the desk next to him.
"I'm small... I'm weak... I'm outnumbered... I'm nothing... I'm nobody," I muttered in my sleep. Then I felt cold water in my face. I woke up and started to pant. Between pants I said, "thanks."
"Looks like you've been having a nightmare," he said. "Was it that bad?"
"Why you ask?"
"You muttered in your sleep."
"What?" I couldn't believe what he said, but it might be real if I can ask him. "What did I say?"
"You said that you're small, you're weak, you're-" I cut him off.
I sighed. "Okay, I get it. I've heard this from that group for ages. I must have repeated it in my sleep."
"Were they that bad to you?" he asked in a worried tone.
I nodded slightly. "They were the worst. All they did was torture the smart students, specially me, and make them their slaves, literally."
"Why didn't you stood up for yourself?"
"I c-couldn't. I told you guys, if I told any type of authority, they lied and then they bullied me. I stood up a couple of times, but always failed. Even today, I stood up today and failed."
"Didn't you had friends to help you?" I didn't looked at him. He understood. "No? Why?"
"Being a nobody and a slave in a big school had a lot of disadvantages," I said to him.
"Stop saying that! Look, you're not a nobody. Through the eyes of us, you're an important somebody. Those guys didn't dedicated time to meet you, but the Dojo, your real friends, did dedicated time and you know that I spent more time with you, ever since you came to the Dojo."
Thank God I didn't blush, but that was the sweetest thing someone has ever said to me. "Why do you care?"
"Huh?" He stared at me. He didn't payed attention to me in the first question, maybe he was in deep thought or something.
"Why, by all of this time we have spend together, you care so much about be?"
I caught him in that question. He was in deep thought about that when he answered, "I can't really say why."
"Aw, why?" I whined. Burn knew the answer, it's just that he didn't want to tell me.
"I... just can't," he simply said.
I just when straight out and told him "You know! It's just that you won't tell. Is that it?"
"Maybe."
"Please, I just want to know. We've been friends since two years ago. Why can't you tell me?!"
"The same reason you hide your secret. But like you, I'll say this: only time will tell me when I can tell you the answer." I hate myself for telling him that! I respect his decision and I let him continue his job as my watcher as I fell asleep.
A year later, we were fine. Without Ol' Skool, but fine. We're a week away from Progress City's anniversary on that memorable day, when Bedlam stopped harming the city and disappeared. Everything was being set in the city; the bazaar was decorated and full of new items in the stores, the street lights had lights between each one, like Christmas lights, let's just say Progress City was having a carnival, a fair, a whatever you want to call it, everywhere. This was also our week working harder, delivering everything for the parties the people planned in the streets. We're going left, right, up and down all of Progress City, just delivering.
This year brought good news to me. Good news was that I grew, physically and mentally. And when I mean "grew", I mean I grew taller, almost by Deets's height. I had chances to pursue what I wanted in my whole life, to have an advantage, stop being weak, stop being taken for granted and be a somebody, even if my friends said that I was, but I wanted to prove to myself... to all of them what I meant.
A sound rings throughout the Dojo as I hear feet running. "Fizz, c'mon we have a delivery!" yells Deets.
I sigh. That's the fifth one this day. "Okay, I'm coming!" I yell to her. I get up from my bed and comb my long hair.
"Fizz, now!" she yells.
"Okay, okay, wait!" I open my door and leave with her to look for our vehicles. Sometimes, a growth spurt can be a good and bad thing. Good thing is that I'm taller. Bad thing is I have long hair, meaning that I take more time to comb it, but I don't want to cut my hair. I waited a long time to have it long. There are more good things and bad things to this growth spurt and I'm going to found out what they were.