From drbambi12@aol.com Fri May 23 19:04:05 1997
Newsgroups: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Subject: My parents ( 1/1 )
From: drbambi12@aol.com (DrBambi12)
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Title: My parents
Author: Allison
Category: A little MSR, humor
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Distribution: Anywhere
Newsgroup: alt.tv.x-files.creative
Disclaimer: The X-Files and everything in relation to it belongs to Chris
the Carter, 1013 productions, and Fox. I am using them to twist reality,
and just have fun. No infringement is intended.
Summary: A little story about a girl named Samantha, and career day at her
school. And what she thinks about her parents...
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Authors note: This is a story I thought up while on the train. What if the
strange and unlikely ever happened, and Mulder and Scully ever had a kid?
Yikes! The fanfic oppurtunities! God, this story is sheer and pure fun,
and is highly unlikely to ever happen on the XFiles, thank the lord!
I wrote it from Samantha point of view. I tried to figure out what
it would be like. I made her 13 years old at the time. Oh, and pardon me,
but my spelling is that of a 9 year old. It's wierd. I try to make me
fanfic readable though. Enjoy!
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Parents of a strange sort
By: Allison ( DrBambi12@aol.com )
Samantha rolled her pencil back and forth over her notebook. The
day was progressing so slowly, every minute droaned by at a antagonising
pase.
Career day. God! A stupid invention developed by the slowly
diminshing work force, looking for young minds to bend into embarking on
the exciting carrer of "such and such". She sighed. She had no idea why
the school ever tried to force them into liking this. To some, it was a
fly by substitute for Algebra, for her, it was the intellectual equivilent
of a root canal.
The line up had been established. Linda Falcon's mom the
secritary, then one of the 7th grade teachers, then Malcom Sheen's dad the
sugeon, than Melissa Manners mom, the biochemist, and the list goes on.
She had her heart set on being a writer, and conisidentally, there was a
soul in this building that had any experience with publications.
Today was mainly a waste of time, where students escorted by their
over-eager employed parents to school. At that moment, she silently
reminded herself, to never set foot in a school after she wasn't required
to. She groaned remembering the issues of parents confrences, bake sales,
and soccer games. "Maybe I'lll never have kids" she told herself, under
the back ground noise of passing students in the hall outside.
Her homeroom teacher was just glowing with anticipation, it was
like she had never seen adults other than teachers before. Samantha caught
herself being bitter, and sighed again. She was making too big of a deal
about this. Today wasn't her favorite day for another reason. HER parents.
She smiled bluntly at the fact that she had cleverly disposed of
the notice that she was instructed to bring home. She had prayed to god
that Mrs. Cleaborn didn't call and ask them to come, being law
ennforcement and all. They were FBI agents, but to her, that was just not
at all interseting. Yeah, sure, she tried to put herself in the shoes of
the other students. They would be full of questions. "Do you carry a gun?"
and the ever popular "Can I see your badge?"
She mentally scolded herself. She was being as negeitive as
possible, on purpous. There was something in her gut, that told her that
she wished they were there. "No" she thought. "it's better that they're
not."
She slammed her notebook shut, and stopped figeting with her
pencil. When her parents did come to school, they looked normal, but even
then, she carried out her respected duty as a teenager, and became
embarrassed to the highest, possible extent. She didn't do it on purpous,
but she did it so, unconciously. When she was little, she considered her
parents the coolest people on earth, as did every other 5 year old on the
planet. Parents are your idols when your little. She would go around
telling everyone they worked for the FBI. Even to the less "advanced"
kids, who just stared blankly at her, wondering what her parents had to do
with the alphabet...
But maybe, her parents weren't THAT bad. They were after all her
parents, she wasn't supposed to see them as humans. She smiled. Nobody
between the ages of 9-18 saw there parents as humans.
Samantha slid back into her seat, a little more comfertabley, and
stared out the window. Them being at school, and telling everyone about
their profession, on the other hand, would be a differnet story. She never
once in her life questioned her dad's belief in extraterrstrials. He had
told her about almost everything, and even though she knew how strongly he
believed, some of it still left her confused. There was alot that had
happened in his life, and in her mom's but, she understood that some of it
was hard to explain to your daughter. Yet, she knew she was named after
her dad's sister. There was too much to think about, so she tried not to
think.
Bringing them to school would probably be the wrong choice. She
was pretty sure the kids in her class would get a load of the alien talk.
Well, she wasn't exactly sure what they'd think. She wasn't sure what her
PARENTS would say. She didn't know if they would even mention what field
that actually investigated in. "Yeah, it's a better choice not having them
here." she thought.
Out of her friends that have met her parents, their responses were
pretty much the same. They seemed normal enough. "Maybe, they are normal."
she thought "They can't be"
Actaully, at parents conferences, all the teachers say is how much
she looks like her mom. Well, she has blue eyes and her mom's facial
features, but I she has dark hair like her dad. And, she has her dad's
height. Unforunately.
She checked the clock. Almost time for period one. The day ahead
looked long, and well, pretty boring. The bell rang. Everyone stood up and
began moving out like live stock. She decided to try to forget about her
parents for while. "Whatever, they are my parents. And they are FBI
agents" she sighed and shuffled of down the hall. Not thinking about her
anyone in particular, just school, and careers.
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Wasn't that interesting. Ha! I did that just cause I wanted to, not cause
I thought it had a good plot, on the story was realistic, just cause I
like to write stuff that is just FUN to write. Hope you enjoyed it! Email
me, I love to talk!
Allison
(
geocities.com/earthworm1013)