My Life As A Teenage Robot Porn Story: One Semester – Chapter 3

And I’m so sorry for the two-month delay! I have a problem where I start new fics instead of finishing my other ones!

After what seemed like no time, another knock came to our door followed by another roommate. She had a yellow skirt and yellow top with a V-neck and black dots down the center. Her hair was two black funnel-shaped pigtails and her hands had yellow gloves.

Ruby looked at her in disgust and the rest of us in curiosity.

Someone has to reach out, I thought. “I’m Jenny.” I said and shook her yellow-gloved hand. The gloves turned out to be made of metal.

“My mom calls me XKR-12,” She said, “But you can call me Kerry.”

You really couldn’t tell much about Kerry by looking at her. She seemed like the rest of us but different. There wasn’t any label you could make for her from a first impression. Unless you were Ruby, who was basicly a label-maker for people.

“Are you seriously going to be staying in this room?” Ruby asked Kerry.

She frowned. She had just walked in barely two minutes ago, and already Ruby had hurt her. “Yes,” Kerry said, “I am.”

Ruby rolled her eyes and continued taking fancy things out of her bag.

“Don’t mind her.” I whispered to Kerry.

“You can take the bunk under mine.” Molly offered.

Kerry’s spirits were lifted and she gladly accepted Molly’s offer.

The last person to be sharing our dysfunctional room with us entered then. She was short, and had brown hair with a red bolt. She had a red top, blue pants and dark blue boots. She smiled as she came in.

She noticed immediately the last remaining bed, under Ruby’s, and put her things there. “I’m Sunny.” She said, either to everyone or to no one.

Ruby looked down from her bed at her, the label-maker in her head ticking away. She smiled.

“Hello Sunny.” Ruby said.

Ruby seemed to be playing some kind of game with Sunny, winning her over maybe, or, perhaps, she was trying to make Sunny win her over.

Poor thing, I thought, she hasn’t even seen Ruby in the last hour. She doesn’t know what’s coming.

I decided to mind my own business for a while. I’d had enough confusion for one day.

There was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Honey standing there.

“Jenny!” She screamed, “Come on we have to hurry!” She grabbed my hand.

“What’s going on?” I asked, “Does someone need my help?”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, help, world-saving, you sound like my mom when she wants me to defeat the Cluster.”

“No, it’s nothing like that. Our schedules are in the cafeteria! But we have to hurry before everyone else finds out!”

“Wait a minute,” I stopped her, “How do you know this? And how did you know where my room was?”

“First question: Heather told me. Second question: Heather told me.”

“Geez, what doesn’t she know?” I rolled my eyes.

“Very funny, now come on! We have to go!” She started running with me again.

We arrived at the cafteteria after a few minutes of running.

“C’mon,” She nearly tugged my arm off again dragging me to the other side of the room to get our schedules.

I picked up mine and started to read it.

Hour 1 Choir

Hour 2 Gym

Hour 3 Art

Hour 4 Biology

Hour 5 Geometry

Hour 6 Lunch

Hour 7 English

Hour 8 History

Hour 9 Literature

Choir? Was that the last minute class I had chosen? I think it was. What is ‘Choir’? I asked myself. I shrugged. Can’t be anything bad.

I ran through the hall. I was almost late for my first day of choir! I zipped around a corner and kept running. Just a few more hallways I told myself.

“Hey!” Someone shouted.

I sighed. Not another one. I turned around. Best get this over with.

“Yes, I am that robot girl-“

“Can you tell me where the Chemistry room is?”

“Huh?” I said, awestrucken. I stared back at the face in front of me. Oh wait, I reminded myself, everyone here is a robot, like me. No one is going to stop me in the hall about this stuff anymore. I’m just like everyone else. This is gonna be better than I thought!

I blushed. “Uh, I’m Jenny.”

“Anthony.” He said. He was dark blue and had thick rimmed glasses. “The Chemistry room?”

“Oh, down that hall on the left.” I said, I had seen it yesterday while going to the auditorium.

“Thanks.” He said and waved as he walked away.

I just watched him leave. “Yes!” I said. I’m not a freak anymore! I momentarily celebrated this victory in my head before rememebering I had a choir room to get to.

I ran down the hall and got into the room at the last minute. I was going so fast, I accidently ran into a short robot with a black dress.

“I’m so sorry!” I said as I helped her up.

“It’s all right.” She stood up.

She had black hair, with purple streaks on her pigtails and black boots. Her eyes were blue.

“I’m Maria.” She said.

“Jenny.” I shook her hand.

The teacher stood in the front of the room. “All right class, time to begin.” She announced.

There weren’t any desks, we all stood in rows on stands. Maria stood next to me.

“To begin class, we’re going to test your vocal range.” the choir teacher said.

“What does that mean?” I whispered to Maria.

“Just sing as high and as low as you can.” She said.

“I’m not sure if I know how …” I admitted.

“Just try.”

The teacher stared at us. “Miss MR-A3, since we’re so chatty today, perhaps you would like to begin.”

Maria shrugged. “Sure.”

The choir teacher started playing her piano and Maria sang along with the notes. From what I could tell, she reached some pretty high ones. I started to feel really nervous. What if I couldn’t sing very well? I would feel like a fool for the rest of the semester.

She went through several other rows and there were some really good singers. It was my turn then and I felt like a deer in the headlights.

“Miss Wakeman,” She said, “Please begin.”

She banged on that first key. I started to sing along. She kept going up higher and higher and I kept going with her. The entire class stared at me. Was I really that bad?

I reached the last note and I felt almost breathless. “Miss Wakeman,” she said, “That is simply one of the most marvelous performances a student has ever gave me!”

I blushed. I was good! The class was staring at me, and they all must have thought the same thing.

I felt great, on top of the world, but that was before she came to Ruby.

“Miss Proy, please begin.” The teacher instructed.

Ruby closed her eyes and sang out the first note. It was sweet, sultry, not too sharp, not too flat, just … perfect.

She sang the next note and the next and she kept going forward; reaching higher. She passed my mark by several notes.

She finished, not panting for breath like I had, but instead just calm and serene; as if she had done absolutely nothing extraordinary.

The entire class clapped, except for me. I stared at my feet.

“Miss Proy, you must be by far the best singer in this classroom!” The teacher said from her piano bench.

Okay, so I guess that meant I was the second best. I mean, that was pretty good. I should have been happy …

But I wasn’t.

I began to practice everyday in my room after classes were done. I would pick up the book and start singing through some of the hardest songs. I tried and I practiced really hard; I wanted to be better than Tsunami so badly. I mean, I suppose it wasn’t terribly bad to be number two. I wasn’t the worst at least. But … it killed me inside. I was incredibly overshadowed. Why did it come so easy to her? I felt like there was a giant wall in front of me. I practiced and practiced every single day. But I felt like I got worse everyday. It seemed as if the more I tried, the more terrible I became.

Heather was the first to notice my obsession with it.

“You need to relax, Jen. Quit comparing yourself to Ruby.” She advised me.

“But I wanna be the best.” I admitted.

“Oh, not everyone can sing like Ruby Proy, try singing like Jenny Wakeman.”

I frowned. But Jenny Wakeman isn’t any good.

Choir class became a painful reminder that I wasn’t on top. Everyday Ruby was asked to sing outloud for us, and everyday, they clapped and uploaded her.

She wasn’t really showing off. I suppose that if I was her I would have used my talent the same. There was really nothing that Ruby did wrong.

No one could save me from how bad I felt, from the stinging pain that I wasn’t the greatest.

Kerry belongs to me

Sunny belongs to My life as a preteen FOP fan

Maria belongs to Mini Moose

Anthony belongs to Anthony Logatto