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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Concrete Angel
Chapter 1

Chapter 1
by DaphFlamm




The grey sky hung low over the city of Townsville, as the children made their daily morning trek to Pokey Oaks Kindergarten. They all arrived in a
roar of laughter and chatter as the children took their seats obediantly as the bell rang for class to begin.
"Well, good morning, class," Sandra Keane said, standing in front of her young charges.
"Good morning, Miss Keane!" the children replied, in a chorus of young and sprightly voices.
Far, in the back of the room, sat a small girl, with sapphire eyes and chestnut hair that grew past her shoulders. She sat submissively in her chair,
listening intentively. However, unlike the rest of the children, she was reticent and appeared to be mute.
"We have a special guest today," miss Keane stated, getting a cheerful responce fromt he children, obviously celebrating the fact that lessons
would be shortened this morning.
At the PowerPuff Girls' table, Buttercup leaned over towards her sisters.
"I hope it's not the Dancing Carrot guy again," she mumbled, getting vigorous nods of approval from her siblings.
"Today, we have with us an ex-ghost chaser, and a good friend of mine from way back - please welcome miss Daphne Blake!"
The entire class began to clap as a slender young woman, about Sandra's age, walk into the classroom. She had shining grey eyes, and a
flowing red mane of red hair. To top this off, the redhead seemed to dress casually for today, wearing a lavender sweater and a pair of black
capri pants, the outift topped off with a pair of white tennis shoes. The redhead smiled.
"Good morning, children," she stated. A slight twinge of an Irish accent hang in her milky voice.
The presentation had gone smoothly, as Daphne had the talent of being a very good storyteller and told them a few of the tales about her
adventures with three other people and their dog.

"...and as he was dragged away, Mr. Jenkins said, 'And I would've gotten away with it too - if it wasn't for you meddlin' kids!'" Daphne ended her
tale, chuckling as she concluded the sentence.
The children clapped, and even Buttercup threw in one of her celebratory whistles to enlighten the moment even more. Daphne bowed
"Thank ye, thank ye," Daphne replied. She then took a seat in her chair beside her Sandra's desk as Sandra concluded her claps, stood up, and
looked out over the audience.
"Okay, class, get out a sheet of paper."
The groans of disgruntled youths followed this as they got out their notebooks.
"On that sheet of paper, I want you to ask our guest here a question. Ask her anything," the teacher said with a smile.
Hearing this, the students got out their pencils and eagerly began to scribble questions on their papers.
As she read through the notes, Daphne answered to the class each question. Most of them asked of her family life and her job.

Where were you born?

"I was born in a small town called Killarney, in the country of Ireland."

Do you have any children?

"I do have a child. A little boy, named Sheridan. He's about your age."

Why don't you chase ghosts anymore?

"I don't chase ghosts anymore because I felt that I wanted to do something else with my life- though the gang and I solve a mystery or two
every now and then." She followed that reply with a smile.

She answered a variety of general questions, Daphne came across the last one, a question that made a lump catch in Daphne's throat:

Did your parents ever hurt you?

Daphne stared, enthralled at the small handwriting. She was unable to answer this question. Clearing her throat in a somewhat queasy manner,
the redhead shuffled the papers into a neat stack and placed them in her lap.
"Thank you for the nice questions," Daphne said brightly; though she was unable to get her mind off of that one question that had remained


Time for recess.

All of the children dashed outside, and both Sandra and Daphne noticed the small girl from the back of the room trailing behind.

Daphne looked worried. "Who is that?" she asked her friend.
"She's Robin Schneider," Miss Keane replied. "She's quite shy, and I'm hoping she'll come out of her shell. She's a very sweet girl, but is also
scared of social contact."
Daphne nodded at her friend's explanation, but Daphne sensed something terribly wrong. She watched the girl walk alone across the playground,
cutting through the hustle and bustle of romping classmates as they played in the mild weather. It wrenched the young woman's heart to see
Robin take a seat at the base of a tree at the edge of the play area.
Daphne cleared her throat, standing.
"I'm going to get some fresh air, Sandy," she said, starting for the door.
Sandra was correcting papers. "Alright, Daphne - don't have too much fun," she joked.
Daphne chuckled, walking outside onto the play field.
She smiled, scanning her eyes over the various children, scurrying about her. She refocused on Robin, however, and walked silently across the
slightly wet grass. She came to the tree, and took a seat beside Robin.
"Is there something wrong, honey?" the soft voice said, taking Robin out of her reverie. She looked up at the concerned elder woman, and her
eyes were wide as she bit her bottom lip and trembled a little, unnoticable to Daphne. She shook her head.
"" she said softly, speaking for the first time that day. She looked sharply away from Daphne, focusing her eyes on her shoes, then her
green dress, the dress she had worn yesterday...

"Are you sure?" Daphne asked.
"Yeah.." Robin replied, still refusing to look at Daphne.
Daphne sighed quietly, patting the child on the back. Reluctantly, Daphne stood and started back to the building.
Watching Daphne go, Robin held back tears, wishing she could have a mother who actually cared, like she did. Robin looked down at herself
again, seeing the reminders of her reasonless "punishment", showing up on her arms in the form of red lines and purplish-blue splotches that
blemished her pale skin...


"The Powerpuff Girls"
created by Craig McCraken
"Scooby Doo" characters
own by Hanna-Barbera
"Concrete Angel" song
sung by Martina McBride

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