Mykey, Bobby and the Koopalings (english)

- 05: Bowsy's Beautiful Mind -

JR.

{{ Being Saturday noon, I was finishing my lessons, so I want to take a break. Stupid Ludwig! Why do you have to turn everything into a competition? Doesn't he know what fun is? How I wish I could beat him at his own game!

Anyway... hopefully he'll stop bothering me, but I'm still scared. I still remember what Mykey told me: "don't mess up your strategy " and well... now I'm starting to doubt. What if I pretend to be sick? Maybe I can tell that my stomach hurts, so they can't tell me anything. But... then... all that I spent studying... will have been useless...

Uh... no, no, no! How could I fail? Mykey was there when no one else was, he tried so hard with me and I couldn't... I can't. He would be unable to look at him and... -sighs- he will surely think I'm a fool, and perhaps with good reason.

Well, at least I'll face it like a Koopa. I'd better not eat anything that day, to make space to eat my own test. I really don't expect to be able to pull it off, but I'll at least pretend to be cool. }}

He thinks as he watches the landscape, supporting his face in his hand with the railing of his terrace in his room

{{ But... it would be nice if I can pass this test. There's only this left before I have my vacation...I'm supposed to be on it since the summer started, but I'm still stuck on this. I will give everything of me to be able to achieve it. If I'm honest with myself... math isn't that bad. Maybe when I grow up I'll dedicate myself to it, who knows? -laughs- but I don't think so. Someone with a mind as brilliant as Ludwig or Iggy could pull it off more easily, but I...

Now that I think about it, I hadn't asked Iggy for help, but most likely he would have said no and said I'm a basket case. I remember once I messed up one of his mockups and he got really upset. It wasn't so much my fault, he was only six years old, what was I to know that the liquids he had in his little bottles didn't mix? The paint mixes like this and doesn't explode, although luckily I got out of there in time, but after a while he came out chasing me with his Chain Chomp. I was lucky to hide in a pot nearby. Although I later apologized to him, he was still somewhat angry for a week, as I remember. At least later we started talking and he told me to be careful about mixing things without asking and I promised to be more careful, anyway he gave me a smack on the head, it did hurt, but now I only remember it as something funny. Actually, Iggy's sooty face gave me a lot of humor. }}

Before those memories he begins to smile looking at the horizon with some nostalgia.

{{ What memories! He is still in my mind when my brothers played a lot with me, although... all that was when he was younger. Now that I'm 11 years old, others don't seem to take much notice of me. It even seems that I am invisible to them. Well, maybe I like things that they don't like, like drawing or coloring. I would like to ask Wendy about which colors would go best together, or Lemmy if I use the right colors or Roy if I use a good style... but I'm afraid they'll say it's silly.

I've had more or less brotherly time with Larry lately, but we've also gotten into fights with each other. -covering his eyes with his hands- jeez! Why do I act like this? -he discovers- Larry shares his games with me and I end up getting angry for nothing. Perhaps he is right in saying that he is only good at losing his temper. But... that boy Bobby... seems to get along with Larry. He is almost my age and he does not behave capriciously. In a way I feel envy for him, who always seems to be happy. I guess he doesn't have the bunch of siblings where we all fight each other for anything}}

At that moment he goes to his desk and puts away his study material a little and takes out his drawing pad and pencil and then starts to draw a little.

{{ Well, at least this is my thing. I have no talent for other things, but at least I do what I like }}

Without realizing it, from drawing he goes on to write numbers and more fractions, to which the little boy notices and gets scared, dropping his pencil to the ground