Disclaimer: The Animorphs are the property of K.A. Applegate. This is merely an expression of my imagination after reading the books. I hope you enjoy it and please read and review.

My Name is…

Mark

My name is Mark. Do I have a last name? Of course I do. The thing is that I can't tell it to you. Why? Because if certain people, or should I say creatures, found any way of finding me, I'd be toast. Toast? Yes, toast. Things have gotten pretty crazy in the last few weeks. Everything's changing now. Or at least, I think it's change. Maybe this was how it was going to be from the beginning. If so, then I can't say much else, but too bad. There's another resistance at least. For now… maybe the beginning is the best place to start.
Remember how I said everything's changing? I was in my first year of college. I had just moved. Everything was new at the beginning.

"Hey Mark. Did you get your schedule?" It was my friend Kevin. I looked up from my registration envelope and saw my friends from here at school. Kevin was average height with short blonde hair. When we first met he was extremely nice. He still is, but it's different. I suppose that as he grew more comfortable with people he stopped trying too hard. Either way he was really cool. He was also really funny and extremely flamboyant. We had guessed he was gay before he had told us. Not that he cared. Next to him was Chris. Chris was short and solidly built. He was always wearing baggy shorts and an old baseball cap. He was what Kevin referred to as super-straight. Finishing up our little quartet was Amy. She was even shorter than Chris, but only by an inch or so. She had long blonde hair that fell in waves, and at the moment she was dancing. Leave the girl with nothing to do, and her body seemed to find its way into a shimmy or a shake.

I walked over to them calmly. I was taller than all of them by 2 or 3 inches with dark brown hair that was always in rough and messy tousled locks. College was a completely different experience. Everybody's new. I had just finished my first semester and was still not entirely comfortable with the school. Of course, I'd made friends and we'd gotten pretty close. Then again, we were all in the dorms, and so we practically all lived with each other. Now I was getting my schedule for the spring semester. I didn't expect them all to be there so early though. Classes wouldn't start for a few more days, and I was only there because my parents wouldn't be home for a few weeks and wouldn't be able to bring me later.

"Yeah, I got my schedule." I answered. "Why are you guys here so early though?"

"My parents bought my plane tickets so I'd arrive yesterday because it was cheaper." Amy answered. Her mom and dad were stationed in an army base in Japan.

"I've got work tomorrow and the day after that I couldn't move around," Chris replied.

Kevin was last and explained, "Kete's got a few meetings scheduled that I can't miss." He nodded over to a booth with the letters KTE on the front. Kappa Tau Epsilon. Kevin's fraternity.

"All right." I answered. "Then we should go get something to eat. I'm starving."

We walked through the campus, passing under the leafless trees. The sun was just barely visible through the clouds that threatened to bring rain. The ducks that lived on campus seemed to love that. They waded through the lake. On the grassy area around the lake the geese sat in mobs that seemed ready to attack. I definitely liked the ducks better.

Amy

My name is Amy. I am a student here at UAC. I am the shortest in my family, and have blonde hair. I am a fighter. At least I am now. Sometimes taking note of the facts is the only way to know who I am now. It used to work. Now I just see a list of traits. Maybe they're mine. Ever since that night, though, it's all too muddled.

"See you guys later!" Mark and I shouted brightly.

We were leaving Chris and Kevin's room and headed for the convenience store on the corner. Outside it was still cold, but the campus looked amazing. The Great Lake reflected the now clear sky. The dozens of geese lay on one side and the ducks on the other. The bridge that crossed the lake seemed a neutral point where neither the geese nor ducks traversed. That's where we were walking.

Everything was quiet as we crossed the bridge. Mark seemed distraught and was looking at the water. I stared over the edge and saw myself looking back. My blonde hair came down over my shoulders and my green eyes sparkled in moonlit water. Then Mark made a small noise and pointed farther out into the water. A green light shone brightly. I imagined an eye reflected back in my mind, remembering my own reflection, but what I saw when I looked up was definitely not human made. It was a real live spaceship!

Don

My name is Don. I don't know why this happened. I don't know what part this plays. I know only that I did what I thought best through Your inspiration. I had doubts and fears, but with Your help I fought. I did things on gray levels. The entire time I did what I hoped would be best under Your ideals. I put myself in Your hands.

I looked in the mini fridge and realized we had no more milk. I sighed and went to the bedroom to grab my shoes. The dorms were set up in 2 person suites. There was a bedroom with a bunk bed and 2 sets of desks and drawers. On the top bunk Mark's stuff was messily strewn over unmade sheets. It always bugged me a little, but the one time I had seen him try and make his bed on the top bunk I couldn't help but feel bad. There was also a small living area with a TV, table, and sofa. Posters filled the walls and showed how varied our interests were. His side was covered in posters ranging from Flight of the Concords, Family Guy, and Kill Bill. My side had just as many but were instead of bands like Mutemath, Clockwork Orange, and a Magritte print I liked.

As I headed out I realized I could have asked Mark earlier. He had said he'd be going to the convenience store. I sighed, put on a light sweater, and started to jog. The store would close soon, but I would make it. Besides, there was something about running. As soon as you start you can go on auto-pilot. Every muscle goes to work. You put your strength to work for you.

I was passing the Great Lake now and nearing the bridge. I could see the lights of the store from here. Then- "Umpf!"

I stumbled and stopped just short of falling into the water. I could see myself staring back, distorted through ripples in the water. Blonde hair, just long enough to fall over my forehead. Blue eyes. Long lines and sharp angles. I was just barely 6 feet. Tall and skinny. It was a runner's body. I slowly stepped back realizing how long I had been standing there, and looked up just in time to see a spaceship land in front of 2 people on the bridge.