Be Careful What You Wish For
Disclaimer: I, Sokai, do not claim ownership to the workings of W.I.T.C.H. -- I leave that honor up to Elisabetta Gnone. However, I can and DO claim to own this story and its inspired ideas FROM said series (with continued credit going to JayxKay for the initial idea).
Note: The initial idea to this story must be credited to my good pal, JayxKay. It's also dedicated to her for the same reason. HOPEFULLY this story will work out, but I doubt it because I suck right now. LoL But I at least wrote chapter one without any problem. LoL And it's given me ideas on how to finish chapter eighteen of my other W.I.T.C.H. Story, "Requiem for a Dream," for those of you reading that one as well. So, yay! And enjoy this (MUCH more humorous than the other story) new story!
P.S. And I'll probably change the title of this story as I don't really like it, but for now, go with it. LoL
This story/chapter was written/created in May 2006.
"Ugh! I can't believe that I got grounded yet again, just because I broke curfew," muttered a very irritated Irma Lair as she got out of her home's bathroom after finished taking a warm, unusually quick bath (that she'd been forced to cut short due to her having been grounded). She'd arrived home, grouchy and covered in dirt and grime several hours after her specified time set by her parents, Tom and Anna Lair, and wasn't in any mood to deal with them.
Of course and as usual, it was positively unavoidable, as her father, the hardworking police detective, was also a very strict parent. And once he got started (with her stepmother acting as a tag team assistant without fail), there was no letting up until Irma usually ended up grounded, with her social life temporarily stifled.
"Like it was even my fault that I came home late or dirty -- blame both on having to go on yet another thankless mission to Metamoor, and 'perfectly' landing in the garbage dumpster behind Hay Lin's family restaurant on the way back through a portal," growled Irma to herself as she purposely and dramatically stomped down the hallway to her bedroom, hugging her blue towel to her relatively stout body.
"Is that griping I hear out there? Do you want to add another two weeks to your punishment, young lady?" called out her father into the hall from his closed bedroom door, causing his daughter to groan as a result.
"No, officer, it isn't, and no I do not want an extended sentence! I'm simply retiring for the evening, if that is not yet a crime as well," replied Irma a bit too smartly, knowing that it was basic suicide to have done so, considering that she was already treading upon thin ice as it was with both of her parents.
Nonetheless, she was far too fatigued and fed up both physically as well as emotionally, and at that moment did not care in the slightest if her father came bursting out of his bedroom door right then and verbally tore her a new one.
However, while she was also more or less expecting the action to come to pass at any second, surprisingly she could only hear the familiar heavy footsteps of her father making his way into his private bathroom and closing the door behind him.
"Well, that's about the only thing to have gone well for me tonight -- heck, this month! I definitely need a vacation," said Irma to herself once more as she entered her own bedroom and began to change into her favorite pair of pajamas.
While, for the most part, the short, honey haired and turquoise eyed blooming beauty readily enjoyed being the new Guardian of Water and a fellow Guardian of the Veil alongside her four close friends that thankfully included her best friend, Hay Lin, she was growing pretty intolerant with the world of Metamoor. It was as though it was purposely becoming increasingly active in "criminal activity" just to annoy her.
Petty and senseless, that logic was, Irma was well aware. However, as a result of always having to halt in her personal responsibilities at the drop of a hat for several ventures into that mystical plane of existence very frequently that month, it was taking quite the toll upon Irma's life as well as fleeting patience.
At this rate, I'll probably have to drop out of school because I'm basically flunking or in danger of flunking most of classes! Not to mention my being greatly behind in the latest gossip, she thought in resentment after climbing tiredly into bed and turning off the light.
"Just once . . . I truly wish that the girls and I could get a little bit more respect and world renowned prestige for our Guardian efforts . . . That'd be great and also something that I'd never want to be without . . ." she murmured sleepily to herself, not at all realizing what she was saying, or of the grave consequences it would bring as she immediately drifted off to sleep . . .
-- End of Chapter One
(A.N. Not bad for an intro to this story, huh? I'm crazy to start this story, when I'm not really sure who to make the girls' enemy. Oh, well. LoL I'm sure I'll get help from some of you.
Anyway, this chapter was pretty easy to write, as I'd kind of act like Irma when I was her age whenever I'd get busted for something that wasn't my fault or entirely my fault. You know, purposely stomping around the house loudly and all that. LoL Now that I'm 22, if that kind of crap happens to me, I just take deep breaths and go, "3-2-1; 1-2-3. What the heck is bothering me?" LoL Sorry. A bit of "Family Matters" reference there. I miss that show. LoL
So, yeah! Please please please let me know what you think, good or bad! And happy now, Irma fans who've read my other W.I.T.C.H. story and were pissed I messed up Irma's life: I kept her her old self in this one. LoL)