My first Animorphs fanficton EVER, so Please feel free to R&R or offer constructive criticism whenever you like ^^

I don't own Animorphs, only Lilia and Anne and Lilia's twin sister and I plan to keep it that way, thanks.

Amarie

Chapter One : Andalite

"Stop it, you're killing her!"

I awoke in a cold sweat, my heart racing. My red hair was sticking to my face and my electric blue eyes scanned the room, half expecting to see something that I knew was not going to be there. My twin sister. I missed her so much, it hurt. But I had to move on. Time did, so why couldn't I?

Rolling over, I tucked my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, feeling tears trickle down the side of my face. I hastily wiped them away, sitting up and wandering over to my dresser and looked into the mirror. I stared at what I could see of my face in the darkness. My eyes had dark bags under them due to lack of sleep, and my face was extremely pale. I didn't look so good, and no amount of sleep could undo that fact now.

I reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on, illuminating the room with its glow. I wandered back over to the mirror and stared at my hands. They were sweaty and shaking. I rolled my eyes. "Pull yourself together, Lilia," I said, slapping my cheeks in an attempt to give them some color. Instead of turning pink, they swelled up and made me look even worse. I sighed in frustration.

"Well…I can't look too bad. Nothing a bit of makeup can't fix, right?" I asked myself, staring at my reflection and waiting for a reply. When one didn't come, I wandered over to my nightstand and opened the top drawer, pulling out my underused makeup kit. Bringing it back to the mirror, I tried to fix up my face.

I applied a little bit of toner where needed, and some eye shadow as well as blush. Staring at myself, I closed my eyes. I looked even worse than before. Sighing in frustration, I took a shower and washed the makeup off. After I was all clean, I stood in the shower for a little while longer, the hot water feeling good and cleansing my thoughts.

I stepped out the shower and changed into a t-shirt and a pair of old sweats, wandering out of the bathroom and to my living room. Staring out the window, I noticed that the sun was just barely out and I sighed, falling backwards on the couch and feeling my empty stomach growl. I rubbed it and lazily sat up, not feeling up to cooking breakfast. My twin sister did that for me. Well, she used to before….

Standing up, I dragged myself over to the refrigerator and opened it, expecting to see something to eat. "N-nothing?!" I said, my eyes wide. My stomach grumbled yet again and I sighed, grabbing my purse and putting on a pair of old gym shoes. "Okay, okay," I said to my stomach. "I'm going to get something, geez!"

I walked outside and stared up at the almost-light-blue sky and smiled, breathing in the moist morning air as I looked at my bike. "No reason why I can't just jog to the store today. Besides, it's only a few blocks away. Not that far, right?" I said, talking to myself again. I grinned and started off on my jogging adventure, looking back as my house became a speck in the distance.

After jogging for about forever, I stopped and sat down on the ground, my stomach impatiently growling yet again. I sighed and looked down at it. "Look here, you! You better shut up right now! I said I'm on my way to get some food, so quit your whining!" I exclaimed, feeling like I'd awakened the entire neighborhood. I stood up and stared up at the sky. It was now clear blue, so I figured it'd been quite a while. I sighed and sped up my pace. "I wonder what I'm gonna buy for breakfast…."

I stopped as I spotted a group of people around my age across the street. They seemed to be explaining something to a boy (who might I add was drop-dead GORGEOUS). I figured he was related to the blonde girl in the group, who was also equally as gorgeous. Rolling my eyes, I walked on before realizing my destination was across the street, towards the group. I examined them. They seemed friendly enough, so maybe….

I started off across the street just as a small breeze blew. I noticed the drop-dead gorgeous guy inhale deeply as I walked by. "Ah, I like this sense. Smell. Sm…ell…Smell. Smelllll," he rolled the "l" and I couldn't help but snicker at how he repeated syllables. I turned to the store that was in front of us and found that it was open...thank, God. I entered and heard my stomach roar.

"Geez, Lilia, you don't look so good!" the cashier said and I turned to find my long-time friend Anne. I grinned at her.

"Anne! Hey!" I said, walking over to her. "I'll take the usual. To go, of course."

"You know if you eat too many Cinnabuns, you'll get fat, don't you?" Anne joked as she typed my order in on the register. I laughed and shook my head as I leaned against the counter.

"I jogged a few blocks to get here, so I'm pretty sure that I'll burn all these calories off on my way back," I said as she turned to the chef and told him to get me the usual. Even he recognized me and smiled before happily beginning to cook my Cinnabun. I smelled it and my mouth watered. Anne turned to me.

"I guess you're right," she said as the group of people from outside entered. Anne stared at them with her eyes narrowed before she smiled at me. "Why don't you take a seat while I ring up their orders. Then we'll finish talking."

"Fine," I replied, sitting in the booth just in front of the counter. My stomach growled and I punched it.

"I thought I told you to cram it," I said to it a little too loudly, making everyone turn to me with raised eyebrows. I blushed furiously and turned away, clenching my fists. "What? Can't a girl talk to herself without getting weird looks?"

"I suppose so," Anne said, laughing nervously before turning to the blonde girl that had decided to order for her friends. I watched them before the chef leaned over the counter and sat my Cinnabun in front of me.

"Enjoy," he said. I grinned and started eating, zoning out. I don't know what happened, but suddenly the chef was screaming and people were slowly turning into animals, and Anne was brandishing a butcher's knife yelling "Andalite!"

So that's chapter one and sorry it's so short. I have to go eat dinner (we're having pizza) so please review! The next chappie will be longer and umm…that's it so bye! Please leave good reviews (no flames, flames hot! Hot bad!)