Chapter 1 – Jiana Heero
We were staying at home alone,
my little brother and I. My parents had taken my little sister, who is
five years younger than me, off camping with some friends, but my thirteen-year-old
brother and I hadn't had to go. Heck, I was sixteen and had my license.
They'd left a car, if we needed anything I could go get it. My older brother
was off on some "grand adventure" that had Mom worrying over him and had
been for the last three or four years, I don't remember. My two older sisters
were at collage. I'd stayed up to watch Toonami Midnight Run as usual the
night before, then after that writing a romance between two Saiyans that
I'd created. I got to sleep about two, but I didn't turn off my alarm,
which I kept at six a.m. during the summer and five thirty during the school
year.
Thump.
I grunted slightly and rolled
over. My alarm hadn't gone off yet; I didn't want Jupiter waking me up.
Not that he was usually up at this hour…
Thump.
I groaned and moved my pillow
over my head.
Thump. Thump thud-thu-thump
thump.
I sat up groggily, blinked
twice, took a very big breath, and screamed. Believe me, I scream very
well. It's loud and high and practiced. I'm a good actress and I love screaming.
Now it was needed. There were six people I'd never met before it my room.
An answering yell came from
my brother's room next to mine as I focused on the people in my room. "Holy
crap, I'm dreaming, I shouldn't have been doing so much DBZ stuff yesterday."
Then my alarm went off. I never sleep through it; it's very loud
and annoying. "Bloody heck, I'm not! Oh crap oh crap oh crap this can't
be happening. You so cannot be in my bedroom. You don't exist." I squeezed
my eyes shut, willing Vegeta, Trunks, Chichi, Gohan, Goten, and Bulma disappear.
"You don't exist. You're characters from a TV show. They don't even use
real people. The show's done in anime. I am imagining you because I stayed
up writing about Saiyans until two and watched Dragonball and Dragonball
Z before that." I opened my eyes to see them all staring at me. "You're
not supposed to be here!" I was starting to cry and I rounded on
Bulma. "This is all your fault."
"What?" Well, I suppose it
might not have been, but I didn't particularly like Bulma. She was a wimp.
Complaining about broken nails and no mascara, please. She was smart,
though, which was saying something when I said it. I'm a genius and
arrogant. Heck, my entire family is either genius or pretty darn close.
"I didn't do anything!"
"Well, I sure as heck didn't!
You're all supposed to be-"
"Ji? There's something in
my room you should probably see." My little brother's voice was muffled
as he spoke through my closed door.
"Unless you've got cartoon
characters in there I don't want to hear about it," I snapped.
"Well, they're not cartoon
characters, per say…"
"What?" I asked, alarmed.
"I've got the Animorphs in
my room."
"WHAT?!"
A/N: Well, that was odd. Things are just getting started here and next chapter my little brother's joining me! REVIEW!