Authoress's Note: Hi guys! :D It's been sooo long since I posted anything. You've been waiting over four months for the sequel. But here it is, finally! The first chapter is kind of an intro chapter so it's not that good. But it will get better, I promise you. :D If you're new here, then my name is Sky and my favorite character is Erek. I'd suggest that you read My Best Friend Is An Android before you read this. It'll make a lot more sense. :D Then you can come back and read this one if you want. Enjoy!
My Best Friend Is An Android 2
Chapter One: My Name Is Tessa
(Tessa's POV)
My name is Tessa.
I'm a pretty typical American teenager, I guess. I go to school, hang out with my friends, and take gymnastics classes at the Y. My dad left when I was a baby, but I have a mom that loves me, a nice home, and a dog named Coco. I hate math and love ice cream. All perfectly normal.
Oh, except for the little fact that my best friend is an android. That's not so normal. And since discovering this three days ago, I had also found out that Earth is being invaded by parasitic alien slugs called Yeerks and found myself a part of the most important war in our planet's history.
Well, okay, that's not normal, either. Just... forget anything I said about being normal, because that doesn't really describe me anymore.
Well, anyways, it was a beautiful Saturday afternoon in my hometown in the state of California. Blue skies, warm early September weather—all that good stuff.
I was in my front yard, climbing my favorite tree. I love climbing trees for some reason. It's nice to find a good branch to sit on and just relax for a while. My best friend likes to tease me about it sometimes, though. Usually when he sees me climbing a tree, he—
"Hey, monkey-girl!"
…he calls me monkey-girl. Like he was doing right now, in fact.
I swung down from the branch I was on to see Erek King. Erek is the aforementioned best friend/android. You wouldn't know it to look at him, though. Erek looks like a normal thirteen-year-old kid. But his human appearance is just a hologram he projects around himself.
Erek and the rest of his species are called Chee. They've been living on Earth ever since their home planet was destroyed thousands of years ago. Erek is 14,363 years old. Again, you wouldn't know it to look at him. He can be pretty immature sometimes. But that's probably just cause he's a guy.
Anyways, Erek's been my best friend since I was four and we were in preschool. But like I said earlier, up until a few days ago I hadn't known that he was an android. As you can imagine, it was a huge shock at first. But by now I had almost gotten used to it.
"Hi, Erek," I said. "What's up?"
He shrugged. "Nothing much… but you do remember our—" He looked around suspiciously, as if enemy spies lurked everywhere, before continuing quietly, "—our espionage mission tonight, don't you?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course I remember! You know, just because I'm not an android capable of remembering everything like you are, it doesn't mean I'm a complete moron."
Erek smiled. "You're right; you're not stupid, Tess." He paused. "At least not all of the time."
I shoved him lightly.
He grinned. "Just kidding."
See, Erek and some of the other Chee spy on the Yeerks and give the information they gather to the Animorphs, a group of six kids my age who have the power to morph into animals and fight the evil slugs. And I had decided to help. So, tonight I would be going on my first spy mission.
I know this all sounds really weird right now, but don't worry. You'll get used to it. Trust me.
"So," I said to Erek, "Any other particular reason you came over, besides to show off what a great memory you have?"
"Well, I was kinda wondering if you wanted to go skating or something," he replied.
"Ah, so you are just trying to show off, then," I teased him.
He blinked innocently. "No."
Erek loves skateboarding. And he's really good at it (probably cause he's an android). Today he was wearing an olive green Element t-shirt, brown cargo shorts with his drum sticks sticking out of his right pocket, Vans sneakers, and—surprise—he was carrying his skateboard.
"Hey, come on, Tessa, you're pretty good, too," he protested.
"Not anywhere near as good as you are, and you know it."
Erek nodded. "Well, yes, that is true," he replied, with his usual amazing modesty.
I rolled my eyes again and he smiled. I grabbed my own board. "Okay, let's go."
