A/N - Oh, it feels so good to be writing again. I can feel my fingers coming back to life. This idea came to me and I used it as an excuse to write a fanfiction. Enjoy!

"No, no, Evil Mr. Octopus! You may have destroyed my family, my friends, and everyone I care about in this cruel world, but you'll never take the city! You'll rue the day you-"

Wait. Sorry, wrong story. That was a dream I had. Just ignore that. Now where was I? Oh yeah.

"No! Fran! Don't touch that nuclear bomb-"

Wait! Too far ahead! Go back! Go back!

"Congratulations, Mrs. Titan. It's a healthy baby girl."

Ughh! Now we're too far back! Wow, this storytelling business is tough. How do they do it? I guess I should just start with an introduction. I'm Fran Titan. Nice to meet you. I like soda, bunnies, and action movies. Great. Now that we're properly acquainted, let's get down to business.

I used to be human, now… Well, I'm not. Sorry. Don't wanna give anything away. And to think I was going to be an opera singer like my mom. What? They get paid in bucket loads!

Well, I guess I should just shut up and get on with it. Be sure to grab a chair because I'm a talker.

"AHH! YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE COPPERS!" I screamed as my alarm clock blared on my bedside drawer. "Oh, just a dream. Hehe." I jumped out of bed and looked at the time. 8:45.

"Oh, no! I'm gonna be late for school! Why didn't you wake me, Cupcake?" Cupcake is my stuffed animal that resembles a blue ostrich with a orange puff of hair on her head. I wanted a stuffed bunny, but my parents never listen to me.

"Cupcake cupcake cupcake," she scoffed.

Okay, let's stop for just a second. Cupcake isn't really talking. I just make her. She can only say the word "cupcake" though. I can't get anything else out of her. I have trouble making friends at school. For some reason, people think I'm a nuisance. I know. Crazy, right? I improvise by making inanimate objects talk. Cupcake's my only real friend.

"You could have at least given me a nudge," I retorted.

"Cupcake." She slumped back into her nest.

I quickly threw on a t-shirt and jeans and studied my appearance in the mirror. Short messy red hair and mucky, green eyes. Not exactly what you'd call pretty. Meh. What do I care?

I grabbed my backpack with Cupcake in it and was ready to go when I remembered I still hadn't eaten breakfast. No time. But my stomach let out a low growl.

"Fran! Please! Feed me! I thought you loved me! Why must you deny me your love!" Mr. Tummy cried.

"What! Of course I love you Mr. Tummy! Just give me a minute, I'll think of something!" I quickly scanned the kitchen cabinets for yum-yums. Bran flakes! Boring. Bran flakes! Boring. Bran flakes! Boring. Man, not one thing to satisfy me from such a large selection. Then, it flashed across my mind. My emergency waffles.

I searched the cabinets until I found what I was looking for. I pulled out the plate and admired the delicious treat. I made them about six months ago. They might be a little stale. I probably shouldn't eat them. But, then again, if I scarf them down really quick I might not notice.

I exited out the front door and started sprinting towards school. For half a second I thought I was home free until I heard the one sound that made lions run for the hills. The neighborhood Chihuahua. The little bugger may be small but those sharp teeth can do a number on your legs. I once had a run-in with him. I ended up in the hospital with a bloody calf. I kicked into high gear and did the only logical thing I could think of.

"AHH! DON'T EAT ME!" I squealed. He started gaining on me. If I didn't move it fast, I might lose a limb. I spotted the school only about ten yards away. Almost there. Just keep going. Keep going, Fran. You can do this.

And before I knew it, I bolted inside the front doors. I fist pumped the air. "Yes!" I turned to head to my first period class when I was suddenly shoved forcefully into the lockers.

A sea of chatting kids filled the halls. All of them talking about stupid stuff like shopping, and new skateboards, and all the stereotypical things you'd expect to hear from kids. Don't worry about me. This happens all the time. I'm perfectly fine. I rubbed my arm and entered history class.

"The Declaration of Independence was adopted by Congress on July 4, 1776, separating us from Great Britain, and blah, blabbity blah blah blah. Blah, blah, blabbity bloo blah bl- Fran Titan! Are you even listening?"

I jolted awake to face the mad cow in front of me. "Of course, I am."

"Then what did I just say?"

"Blah, blah, blabbity blah blah," I answered.

He stared at me, unamused, and handed me a detention slip. I groaned.

He went back to teaching. I felt a sudden sickness come to my stomach. "Fran, I don't feel so good." said Mr. Tummy. I couldn't think of any reason why I felt like this when I remembered the waffles. Yep, I'm gonna hurl. I bolted for the door. I had just enough time to make it to the hallway before the putrid liquid exploded. When I was finished, I clutched Mr. Tummy.

"Cupcake cup cupcake cupcake cupcake?" came Cupcake's muffled voice from inside my backpack.

"Cupcake, you know well enough that I have no common sense," I shot back.

Later on, my dad came to pick me up. He gave me a concerned look and asked politely, "Franny, what's wrong. Why did the school call me to get you?"

"Oh, nothing really. I just vomited in the hallway. No biggie."

"You what!"

"Oh, yeah. It was just the waffles I had for breakfast this morning," I said.

"And what was so special about these waffles?" he asked.

"Well, I didn't have much time this morning, so I ate the emergency waffles that I made a few months ago," I told him.

"Franny! You could have been poisoned! What were you thinking?" he yelled.

"But Dad, I'm feel fine," I said.

"Fran, you're twelve years old. When will you ever grow up?" he sighed.

"When people stop making such a big deal about it," I mumbled to myself.

When we got home, I went straight to my room. Cupcake knew I didn't want to talk right now so she didn't say anything. I decided watching cartoons would calm me down. My favorites tend to switch around a lot. This week was Bravery the Scaredy Cat. After I was done, I flipped through the channels, hoping to find something else to watch.

"I'd like to take Geometry for $500-"

"See the parent chimpanzee carry its young on its back to-"

"The monsters once again save the town-"

"Add the eggs to the mixture and stir until-"

Pause.

Click, click.

"The monsters have done it again. Today at noon, they defeated an alien spacecraft threatening Los Angeles. The citizens who witnessed recalled that they were amazing, wonderful, and fantastic! They now reside in a classified government location waiting to save the world again. This is Lauren Samberg signing off from LA. Back to you Dan."

Whoa. That is awesome. I hear about them every week, and each time it's about them saving the world from aliens or mutants or giant rabid squirrels. That last one happened about two weeks ago. Man, it must be cool to be one of them. Oh, what I wouldn't kill to fight with them and escape this boring life of mine where nobody understands me but Cupcake. I sighed.

Who said dreams come true?

A/N - Bravery the Scaredy Cat is a play on Courage the Cowardly Dog. Please leave a review to tell me what you think. Each of your comments fills me up with joy (but mostly squeals).