Fanfic: The Black Hare, Part 2

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THE BLACK HARE, Part 2

(Continued from Part 1 here)

I combed my hair. (Which is a near impossible task, since I have Mom (Black Widow)’s hair.) I looked into the mirror and said, “I can do this… I can do this… I can do-”

I heard Dad (Dr. Hare) calling me. “COMING!!!”

I trudged to the kitchen. Mom and Dad started singing the birthday song. I thought about my wish for a while. ‘Mom and Dad will understand that I’m good, right?’ I thought. ‘Or should I not trust them…? After all, they ARE villains… Should I wish for them to understand? But I also wanna be more than good, I wanna be a hero! So should I wish to become a hero?’

“Hurry up, sweetie!”

‘Iwishtobecomeahero!’ I thought quickly. I blew out all 13 candles.

“Good job sweetie!” Mom said. “Now it’s time to eat the cake before the pizza! Just like you asked!” (I know. Only little kids eat cake before pizza. But it’s my birthday, and who doesn’t want cake before pizza?!) 

Mom and Dad talked about what my first crime would be now that I was an official villain. I bit my tongue at first, but finally blurted, “I DON’T WANNA BE A VILLAIN!”

They looked livid. “WHAT?!” Dad screamed.

“I mean… I… thought about this for a while… I uh… don’t like being mean and… I wanna be a…a hero…”

“NO!!!” Mom screamed. “What about the potion?!”

“I didn’t drink it.” I paused. “Do you understand?”

“No,” Mom said. “I can’t even look at you anymore!”

I felt a lump in my throat.

“Out,” Dad said.

“WHAT?!” Now I wasn’t sad, I was furious. “THIS IS MY HOUSE! AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! AND I DIDN’T EVEN HAVE PIZZA YET!”

“You heard your father, pack your bags and leave,” Mom said.

“NO!” I was screaming and crying like a toddler now. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS!”

“Fine. Don’t pack your bags, just leave.” Dad said.

“NO!” I screamed.

“Now.”

“NO!”

Mom picked me up, and literally threw me outside. I heard the door lock. I screamed while banging the door.

“MOM! DAD!” I tried jingling the doorknob to see if it was really locked. It was. I tried finding a place that wasn’t locked, like a window or door. But Mom and Dad were one step ahead of me, and locked everything.

I waited an hour to see if they’d unlock it once they cooled down. But I never heard the door unlock. Once again, I tried to see if they unlocked a different place in the house. They didn’t.

I screamed and banged again. No answer. I started crying. ‘This can’t be happening,’ I thought. But it was. 

A vibration started coming from my pocket. “Huh?” I realized it was my phone. ‘MY PHONE!’ I thought. I must have put it in my pocket sometime today. But I still don’t know when.

Anyway, I looked and my friend Mordred was calling me. Or rather Mordred Jr. The real Mordred, AKA Binary Bard, is his dad. Me and Mordred used to be best friends back when he was still nice. But then he drank the potion… He was always rude after that.

“Happy birthday!” he said.

“That doesn’t sound like what a villain would say…” I said, confused.

“THAT’S BECAUSE I’M NOT A VILLAIN!” he cheered.

“Wait. What?!” I said, “what about the potion?!”

“I didn’t drink it.”

It turns out Mordred’s story was the same as mine. Today was his birthday, so he told his dad he wasn’t evil, then he got kicked out. I actually forgot our birthdays were on the same day.

“Anyway,” he said, “I was just gonna tell you so you wouldn’t expect us to be friends anymore.”

“Actually,” I said, “you should.”

“No Harrie, I’m not changing my mind,” he said flatly. I guess that’s what the rest of our ‘friends’ said.

“We can still be friends ‘cause I didn’t drink it either.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“So I’m guessing you got kicked out too?”

“You bet.”

“So what are you gonna do?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should meet up and find a place to stay.”

“Okay. Stay right there, I’m coming to your island.”

“Okay.” 

I waited for a while, thinking about where to go once Mordred came. ‘We can’t stay on my island. I don’t wanna ever see Mom and Dad again,’ I thought.

‘I don’t think Mordred would wanna stay on his island either. Maybe Shrink Ray Island. There are some good places to stay there.’ I knew that because CJ was our science teacher at school. She loves talking about her home.

“The blimp is landing on Counterfeit Island,” Mordred said. Nowadays, the blimps are like buses, and instead of one that only you use to fly from place to place, there are multiple of them that anyone can use to get to any island, whenever.

“Where are you?” Mordred asked.

“I’m on the street behind the art museum. I’m waving at you.”

“I see you!” he said. Then hung up.

“Harrie!” he said excitedly, not on the phone anymore.

“Mordred!” We ran to each other, then hugged.

“I’m so glad to see you!” we said in unison. 

I noticed that he had a big green suitcase with him. ‘So he got to pack,’ I thought.

“So what’s the plan?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t know…” Mordred said.

“Well, I mean, I was hoping to try to look for my mom…” No one knew who Mordred’s mom was. Only his dad knew, and he wouldn’t tell him. Mordred’s mom left when he was an infant. He always wanted to find her, but he never could. 

“Okay!” I said.

So we hopped in the blimp and searched from island to island. We asked around. We asked everyone. The last person we asked was a guy on a bench. Mordred told him everything he knew about his mom.

“I know your mom!” the guy said.

“Really?!” squealed Mordred. “Who is she? Where is she?”

“She told me not to tell,” the guy said. “All I can say is that she left Poptropica.”

We couldn’t leave Poptropica! We were 13! Mordred’s face fell.

“Thank you for your time, sir,” I said, sadly.

Mordred looked like he was gonna cry.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t find your mom,” I said, quietly.

TO BE CONTINUED

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