(( Well... I have friggin' had it with the Virtue forums eating my story everytime I get busy with RL or get some writer's block, I've decided to move the story here, as things never seem to get deleted.
This is the origin story for my Energy/Energy blaster sidekick character, Galacto Girl, on the Virtue Server. I decided Id finally try to write GG's origin story. Special thanks to Krickette and others, whose stories posted here for all to read have inspired me to do the same. I apologize if this first post is long, but I didnt feel like I should split it up. I hope you like it! Feedback is appreciated.
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Part One
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BECKY!
A hazel-eyed brunette of about sixteen, half-dressed in a Catholic school uniform, shrieked as she stormed out of her bedroom and down the short upstairs hall. Banging the heel of her hand on the door of another room, she continued, Becky, stop stealing all my freakin socks! I want them back now!
She threw open the door and went directly for the dresser, yanked one of the top drawers open and began fishing around. She turned to sister and glared, Sock-klepto.
Dani! the younger girl panicked as she leapt off her bed, Whats your problem?! Im not dressed! Daddy or Joshll see me! The younger sister, about twelve, brunette like her sister but with blue eyes, ran across her room and hurriedly shut the door most of the way.
Becky, dressed in her stockings and a button-down uniform shirt, turned to face her sister, realizing Dani was not much more clothed that she, only with boxer shorts over the stockings and a bit of make-up, which Becky was not allowed to wear at school. Oh my God, neither are you! You cant even wear socks with your uniform, why do you even care!?
Thats not the point, Beck. Theyre mine, not yours, and Im sick of not having them. Plus, Im bringing a change of clothes, her sister replied, not looking up from the drawer as she continued to sift through its contents.
Beckys gaze dropped to her sisters midsection. Then Ill stop stealing your socks when you stop stealing my hairclips, Becky accused, pointing to one of said hairclips attached to the bottom of her sisters shirt. She approached her older sister and yanked the clip from the shirt hem as Dani pulled a pair of socks with cats on them out of the drawer. She whipped around and pushed it shut with her hip.
A smug expression crossed Danis face, There. Done. Thank you. And Dads downstairs and Joshs in his room. Calm yourself.
Danielle! Rebecca! Girls, its too early to start fighting! I refuse to have a headache before 8 in the morning, their mother called as she appeared in the doorway, putting in earrings.
Sorry Mom, Becky and Dani called in unison. Becky started to gather up her hair in her hand, twisting it around twice and clipping it up, when a little boy dressed in his pajamas, no older than 6 with ruffled sandy hair, rubbed his grey eyes as he walked sleepily into view.
He pouted innocently, Whats going on? You guys woke me up.
Josh! Dont look at me! both the girls cried in unison and scrambled to check themselves, making sure their little brother wouldnt catch of glimpse of them half-dressed.
Their mother rolled her eyes and sighed at them as she stroked her sons head, Its okay, Josh. Go get dressed; your fatherll drive you to school before he goes to work.
Josh nodded and before heading for the bathroom as his mother patted him gently on the back, he turned back to his two older sisters and said with a pout, You two suck.
She turned back to her two daughters, If you two are quite finished, hurry up and finish getting ready. Im driving both of you and I need to be at school with Dani by 7:50. Teachers cant be late. The girls nodded. Their mother smiled warmly and turned back to her and her husbands bedroom.
Becky pulled her jumper off the hangar and slipping her arms through it. Before pulling it over her head she turned to Dani, thingyed her head at the door and glared, Now can you leave?
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The sound of 3 pairs of feet resounded through the Roberts home on the western edge of Baumton as Dani, Becky, and Josh thundered down the stairs almost on top of each other. Dropping their backpacks by the door, they turned and entered the less than spacious kitchen. At the table sat 3 clean bowls and sthingys, a small collection of dry cereals, and a half-empty gallon of 2% milk.
Their father, a tall man with reddish-brown hair and business-casual clothes, smiled at them, rising to give them ample room at the table and took his own dishes to the sink. He made his rounds, kissing each of them on the cheek, Morning Becky
Josh
Dani.
Morning Dad, they all said in turn. Each of them reached for a cereal, poured it into their respective bowls and waited for the milk to pass around. This was, of course, not without the usual sibling rivalry.
Josh, Becky whined, I called the last of the Fruity Pebbles! You ate like the whole box!
Nuh-uh, Becky! Dani ate most of it.
Dani looked up and furrowed her brow, I so did not you little goober! You did cuz you were looking for that Ice Age toy!
Nuh-uh! Josh whined insistently.
Becky took this opportunity to snatch the box of the remaining Fruity Pebbles and smugly opened it, Youre such a little brat, Josh. Her little brother began to whimper, a surefire omen of impending tears. Oh my God, youre going to cry over cereal!
Rebecca. Give your baby brother the last of the cereal, their mother said sternly. Becky grumbles and roughly shoved the box of cereal back into her little brothers hands and settled for the Smacks still sitting untouched on the table.
Josh smiled gloatingly and emptied the box into his bowl. While his mother, not trusting him with the carton of milk in his small hands, poured some into his bowl, he glared across the table as his two bigger sisters, who were now donning the entirety of their school uniforms while Josh wore street clothes, You two are so loud. You wake me up every morning.
Oh poor baby Josh, whos still asleep when everyone else is awake, Becky scoffed.
Their mother, choosing to ignore Beckys remark, took the milk off the table and placed it back in the refrigerator, Well Josh, next year youll need to wake up with them since first grade starts at 8:00 too. Consider yourself lucky you dont need to be at kindergarten until 9:00. Youre as lucky as your father. She looked across the table at her husband, crossing to him and giving him a gentle kiss. A small chorus of disgusted noises whispered among the three children.
Their parents rolled their eyes and turned to them, their father adding his two cents, Yeah, yeah, yeah. Old people arent allowed to kiss or anything, we know. But really girls, try to keep it down until your brother wakes up. They nodded reluctantly. Oh and Becky, my little computer nerd, her father continued with a smirk; Becky looked up. Your computer should be here next week. I know its nearly June and practically two months late for a birthday and Confirmation gift, but its on its way.
Becky beamed, her mood immediately lifted, Wicked. Thanks, Daddy!
Dani, Becky, their mother began, You ready to go? She tapped her watch with the tip of a finger. The sisters nodded, rose and dropped the bowls in the sink.
Yeah Mom, we're good to go. Bye Daddy. Bye Josh. They hugged their father and brother good-bye. Their mother took the chance to kiss her husband good-bye for the day and whispered, I love you.
See you tonight, the two girls called to the males in their family. Their mother gathered her purse while the girls threw their backpacks over their shoulders. They left their home and climbed into their mothers station wagon.
Shotgun! Dani called.
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Mrs. Roberts car pulled up to the front of St. Matthew Grade School, one of many in a line of cars leaking school-age children.
Her mother stopped her before she could leave the car, Becky, Im picking you up at 2:30, right?
Um
Becky thought, No, Mom. Im supposed to stay after school to help with the page layout for the yearbook. Im apparently the only one in school that knows how to use this program called Illustrator... Becky trailed off, deciding it best to neglect mentioning the only reason she knew it was because shed ripped a copy of the expensive program off the internet.
Her mother nodded and turned to Dani, In that case well have a little driving lesson for you after schools out. Dani smiled excitedly as her mother looked back to her other daughter, Becky I need you to call me when youre ready to be picked up.
Becky nodded, Will do, Mom. Love you. You too, Dani. Becky leaned up between the two front seats and kissed her mother and sister good-bye. She climbed out of the car, adjusted her jumper, and shut the door behind her. With a sigh, she started her climb up the steps of her school, disappearing into the swarm of uniformed students.
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A few hours later, Becky dropped her tray onto her lunch table and slid into a chair next to her freckly, red-head friend Nicole and a few more of her closer friends. Picking up her fork, she prodded the congealed mass of what was supposed to be macaroni and cheese with a thoroughly disgusted look on her face, Someone remind me to brown-bag it from now on
I think this cheese is really toe jam.
The table collapsed into a round of snickers and giggles. They grew silent as they heard an unfortunately familiar voice behind them.
Becky rolled her eyes, My pregnant dog-sense is tingling, Michelle Healey at 8 oclock. She thingyed her head behind her and slightly to the left as a tall girl, obviously an early bloomer, passed with a group of other girls and a few boys in tow. The table of friends watched through narrowed eyes as the most hated/loved girl of their grade passed their table, apparently too busy whining to her clique about whatever minor inconvenience to grace them with her usual round of derisions. She and her cronies turned their heads to look down their noses at the table full of friends, then broke into a group of laughing as the clique continued to walk away. They watched her sit a few tables away and the tension broke at the table with a series of mutterings.
What was that about?
God I hate her.
Who doesnt?
Everyone that was walking with her?
No
most of them dont actually like her, Ms. Kingsley interjected from behind Becky and Nicole. They just pretend to and follow her around because theyre too scared to contest her. And if they actually do like her now, theyll change their minds one day soon. Youll meet people like that all through your lives, its best to decide now how you plan to deal with them. Plus, just think of it this way: its the end of May. Three more weeks and youre done with everyone from school you dislike until September.
Ms. Kingsley was a recent college graduate and new teacher, a slender pretty woman with blonde hair. Being less than 15 years older than most of the student body she was often regarded as the cool teacher
and the object of many a school boy crush. She taught math and science to the majority of the table and was easily Beckys favorite teacher. Now, she put a finger to her lips and grinned, nodding to the front of the cafeteria, time to say grace even though most of you are half done lunch already.
A nun walked to the front of the lunch room and picked up the microphone, clearing her throat into it to get the students attention. The lunch room slowly fell into silence.
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But Ms. Kingsley
Michelle Healey whined shrilly. The teacher threw up her hands and raised her voice loud enough for the entire computer lab of yearbook students and detentions to hear.
Michelle! One, you have plenty of pictures in the yearbook already. And two, yes, I am the faculty advisor for the yearbook, but Rebecca is in charge of the layout.
Becky poked her head up from the computer screen at the mention of her name.
Ms. Kingsley continued, Its up to her if you or your friends get anymore page space. Now please get back to your work. Michelle hmphed loudly and flopped back down into her seat, muttering. Michelle, if you would listen when I told you to stop passing notes in my class, you would be home right now. Please stop distracting the yearbook staff or Ill keep you here all next week too.
Becky smirked to herself and sank back down into her chair. Nicole sat, typing out descriptions for various clubs and activities. Nicole had only joined the yearbook to hang out with Becky, who leaned over to her and whispered, Its up to me if she gets anymore space in the yearbook? Yeah
thatll happen. They both snickered and nodded. They would have been lying if theyd said they didnt revel in the small amount of power Becky now held over Michelle.
Ms. Kingsley leaned over Beckys shoulder to examine her work. Good, Becky. Just
she pointed to one of the images, Move this one over here and that one up there, and youll have enough room for the text that Nicoles typing up right now.
Becky nodded and started to rearrange the layout of the page, Okay, thanks, Ms. Kingsley. Um, is this any be
? The sound of ceramic shatter against tile startled the girls, who turned to see Ms. Kingsley gazing out the window of the second story computer lab, her coffee cup reduced to shards at her feet.
Hey! called a boy sitting at a row facing with the window. He pointed outside with a look of total bewilderment.
Whats with all those red lights?
). Well, I told him I had an SR scrapper that I'm pretty bitter about. He said "Well, we gave you that resistance." I restrained myself from saying that it's crap, since he was pretty nice IRL, really.