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The following morning, not much had changed. The weather
had skyrocketed in humidity, however, which might've played an important role
in the events that were to come later on that day. Operation: Bucky was about
to have it's last day in play, and Krawker was going to make sure that he had
some fun. Who wouldn't want to have fun, anyway? In his view, the plan was going
great. A lot of different Neopets that had never noticed him before now wanted
to be his friend, and that made him feel really great.
On the other hand, Malice and Vhyek felt just
the opposite. Despite the fact that Malice was usually the most optimistic out
of the bunch, she felt really bad. Although there was only one day left in the
"experiment", she wanted her old Krawker back.
In school the next morning, Vhyek and Malice
entered the property to find that an overabundance of Neopets had decided to
join the Bucky experiment. Some wore expressions that they thought were "cool"
(but in reality they just looked cross-eyed and sick), others sported torn jeans
and other accessories that could make them feel the Buckyness.
Malice frowned at Krawker who was demonstrating
his "walk" in the middle of a few Neopets, who was wearing a hat purposely crooked
upon his spotted scalp. "Krawker!" she shouted, and then rushed to his side.
The small Krawk smiled and turned to face his
friend. "Hey, Malice! What's up with ya lately?"
A group of female Aishas chuckled at Krawker's
nerdiness and Malice shuddered. "Look, you're ending this experiment today,
right?"
"I hope so. Why?"
"Well.." Malice looked around the front yard.
Now, there were students everywhere. Each had divided themselves into groups;
some were showing each other Krawker's famous "cool walk", others reading the
Bucky comics themselves. She widened her eyes. "Whoa.."
"Well, what?" Krawker asked, peering at Malice
curiously.
As Malice was about to proclaim her reply, the
school bell rung. Everyone stampeded inside, ready to try out his or her new
style. The Gelert shrugged, "Forget it. I'll uh... see you in homeroom."
Krawker shrugged. "Alright."
***
Although Krawker thought everything would turn out "alright" for him and his
experiment, his thoughts were wrong. Mr. Hoo apparently watched the children
in the schoolyard that morning, and was not very pleased with their behavior.
Unfortunately for Krawker he wasn't very stupid,
either.
"Krawker_oth, stand up please," he demanded,
pulling out a pink slip out of his desk drawer, as well as a pen. A murmur of
whispers bewitched the now silenced room, who? What? When? Where? Why? Everyone
wanted to know. Mr. Hoo sat on the wooden chair he had seated in front of the
room.
"May you mind summarizing the events that took
place in the schoolyard this morning?"
"Yeah, we just had a lil' gathering, you know,
nothing special." Krawker bit his lip nervously, hoping he wasn't going to get
into too much trouble.
"Well, since you think you're so smart, you
can take this conduct referral slip home to your owner and have it signed. You've
set a bad example in conduct for the other students here in this classroom,
and today was a perfect example of that. Now, please take a seat in the hallway."
The Krawk did as he was told. "That Mr. Hoo,"
he grumbled while proceeding into the hallway, trying to ignore the feeling
of many pairs of eyes upon his scaly back. "Always out to get me, I tell you,
he wouldn't know cool if it slapped him in the face."
Well, Mr. Hoo might not have known "cool" if
it slapped him in the face, but Krawker's reality check sure gave him a pretty
good awakening. For part of the morning he was permitted to write, "I will respect
my elders, the pupils, and everyone around me" until it filled ten pages of
writing paper.
The rest of the afternoon, Krawker stayed inside,
taking his Grammar exam while the other students played in the backyards. He
heard a few of his Bucky-inspired expressions as well. "This isn't fair!" Krawker
wailed, the moment Mr. Hoo left to go bring the class inside from the schoolyard.
He glared at his test and then scribbled on it with his pencil.
At the end of the day, the Krawk was left with
two angry friends, a conduct referral, and a failed Grammar test. Unfortunately,
the proper English language didn't accept his cool expressions.
Obviously, Neopia was not ready for his creativity
just yet. Bucky would be receiving a call from a fan soon.
The End
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