Chapter 1: Same Old Me
Notes and Warnings: The following story is rated T and is best not to be read by pre-adolescents. It contains issues dealing with school bullies, depression, suicide, and friendship. This is a work of fanfiction based on the television show "My Life as a Teenage Robot". I do not own the rights to any of it, but am merely a dedicated fan writing a short story based on its characters. The only original characters of mine are Fred and Hank.
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Emerging from the steamy shower, the seventeen year old boy promptly toweled himself off. He then ran his fingers through his jet black hair. 'Still greasy,' he thought to himself. 'I just shampooed my hair three times and it's still greasy, like it always is. Just my luck.'
After combing his hair, Sheldon wrapped a towel around his lanky waist, and walked out the bathroom to go into his own room. Once inside with the door closed, he dropped the towel and looked upon his naked reflection gazing back from a full-length mirror against his wall.
'I don't look any older,' he thought, scanning his body from head to toe. A body which had been, and was continuing to haunt him during his entire adolescence. 'Same slimy hair. Same scrawny muscles. Same crooked teeth. Same two ugly brown birthmarks on the left side of my ugly face. Same three and a half in weenie.' Fresh out of the shower, it actually reached barely an inch, but Sheldon knew all too well how much it measured at its largest. Just another bane to carry around in his increasingly cursed existence.
'I'll never have any friends,' he belittled himself while getting ready for yet another humiliating day of school. 'No matter how old I get, I'll never have any friends. Nobody will ever throw me a birthday party. Nobody will ever remember my birthday. I don't even know why I bother remembering.' Now fully dressed, with his bookbag slung across his boney shoulder, Sheldon looked once more in the mirror. In his mind, he concocted a heartwarming vision in the mirror's reflection. He saw a cone-shaped birthday hat crowning the top of his head as he was surrounded by kids from his high school. Before him lay a cake inscribed with the message, "Happy 17th Birthday Sheldon!" with seventeen lit candles sprouting up from the vanilla icing. And as he blew out the candles to make his wish, Jenny, who was standing behind him, leaned over and placed a soft kiss on the side of his cheek, letting him know that his wish had come true. It was only a short lived fantasy, though. Nothing of the sorts would happen for Sheldon on this day. 'I'll never have any friends,' he sighed to himself, turning from the mirror, ready for his walk to school. 'I'll never have any... any... Jenny. I'll never have Jenny.'
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XJ-9 was sipping the last of her morning OJ (oil juice) when she heard the phone ring. "I got it mother!," she yelled downstairs, apparently to deaf ears as her mom, Dr. Wakeman picked up the phone anyway.
As Jenny put the cap back on the oil can she heard her mom shout her name in annoying fashion. "X, J, Niyeeene! Young Bradley is on the telephone for you."
"I told you mom, I got it!," the robot yelled back, making the point known. "She never listens to me," she mumbled as she picked up the phone. The demeanor in her voice perked up after speaking into the phone. "Hello? Brad?"
"Jenny!," a peppy voice spoke from the other end. "Sorry to call you so early before school, but I was wondering if you were able to pick up a gift yet."
"Affirmative," Jenny said playfully. "I even picked up the cake too."
"Rock on!," cheered Brad.
"So, what's the deal?," Jenny inquired. "Should we give it to him at school, or after school, or now?"
"I'm thinking after school," Brad said. "More time for fun if we do it that way."
"More time to party," Jenny added.
"Alright," Brad said. "Just making sure that we're both ready. I say we should surprise him at his house this afternoon."
"Sounds like a go," she said as Brad hung up the phone, the two of them about to depart for school.