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One of my simpler works. This is definitely one of the older ones, if not the oldest or first FF I have written. Different writing style then what I'm used to now, as you can obviously see, so you can imagine how thankful I was for the notebook.

BG info & summary: When Aladdin and Jasmine have a child, they name her Benjani. Benjani grows up in a palace in India, and one day she decides that the palace life isn't for her. So, she sets out for America, but runs into problems because she does not have a "licence." Here is her story:

THE AMERICAN

Episode I:

"I hope I like American more then India," says the young Hindi named Benjani.

"Oh you will ma'am, America is beautiful," the boat conductor replies, overhearing her conversation. He speaks in a think Southern accent, a voice Benjani wasn't used to hearing. She was accustomed to her and her family's Indian accent, and the American accent sounded rather funny to her. The ship pulls into port, and the conductor says, "OK, everybody off!"

Benjani exits and comes comes face-to-face with a large sign reading 'FLORIDA'. "I am starving. I wonder if there are any good places to eat around here. I would love to try some American food," the girl says aloud. Back in her previous town, when one spoke their thoughts or questions aloud they would normally receive an answer back. The town was very small, and not very many people have every heard of it, let alone their odd customs. But here, all the feedback Benjani got were the questioning stares from the natives, like she was crazy or something.

Sighing heavily, she finally manages to find a restaurant, walks in, and is seated. "I would like to have some of these fries and a cheeseburger," she tells the waiter. He gives her a strange look and refused to write her order down. He inspects her, and Benjani suddenly because nervous. To her, in her old country, whenever somebody stares or inspects another like that it only meant two things: They found the person attractive or they were challenging the person to a fight. Certainly this man doesn't find me attractive, she thought. Overall, Benjani wasn't an ugly girl; she was the daughter of the beautiful princess Jasmine after all. But at this moment, with her clothes all ragged and tattered, her Royal Blue Sari needing attention, and her lack of a shower (or any form of hygiene for that matter) after the long trip halfway across the world on a ship, she most definitely appears to be some pauper to the average American. I mean really, how was he supposed to know of her rich background of royalty?

"I'm sorry, but we cannot serve you," the waiter tells her. "Y'all must leave. Unless you got yourself an American Licence."

"American Licence?" Bejani asks. "I've never heard of such a thing. Why can't you serve me?"

"Because y'all are foreign. You must leave," he repeats. Sadly, Benjani rises to her feet and walks slowly out of the restaurant.

Episode II:
Benjani walks around town all day looking for a place that would accept her. She had walked into at least three other places, only to be kicked out for the same reason: No American License. She picked her head up from the floor and looked up at a big building, seeing that it was called "American Training." I wonder if you can get a licence here? she wonders, and decided to take a peek.

A sign greets her, pointing in all different directions. She takes a left and follows a long corridor, passing rooms were there were groups of Italians, French and English all learning how to become Americanized. From there she made a right and peeked into rooms with different nationalities, like Germans, Chinese, Egyptians, Russians and Spanish all learning the same thing. One of the last rooms she came to was Indian, and she watches the instructor intently.

I should join one of these classes, she says to herself, and approaches the nearest clerk in the main lobby. He tells her more about the Indian classes, and she was becoming more and more excited that this would finally make her an American.

"All y'all need is 50 Indian dollars and your all singed up," the clerk tells her rather cheerfully.

"Alright, here is your money," Benjani says, pulling out 50 Indian dollars from her bag. "When do I begin?"

"Y'all be starting tomorrow," the clerk replies, and Benjani is overjoyed.

Episode III:
She couldn't wait. "Oh, but before I leave," she says, stopping and turning back to the clerk, "Are there any good places to sleep?"

"Well since y'all a customer, ya be staying at our hotel for free. I would have told you before, but I figure you were staying with relatives." he hands Benjani a room key, and the young Indian girl is escorted to her room, where she is pampered and fed until she falls asleep.

Her first course would begin at 9:00am, and in the morning she wakes and goes downstairs. She eats a nice, healthy breakfast of toast, eggs and sausage, with a glass of Florida-Squeezed orange juice, and is off to the beginning of her training.

"OK you Hindis, all your bad habits will be broken. I am Abu and I will be your trainer. There are three steps to becoming an American. We will be spending a couple of days on each step. Step one: Stop saying Pdadeta all the time."

The story of he saying Pdadeta is a long one. It's a tradition that all Hindus share, and in basic terms, it's a sign of displeasure. Most of the time it is yelled while bending the index finger in an almost threatening way, and it is used to express anger or, in some cases, sadness.

"I want you all to say it and then pinch yourself in the arm."

The class of about 12 all follows the instructions, and for the next five days they focused on this. At the end of the fifth day, a new step was introduced: Step 2 - Talk Normal. Every time they pronounced a word with the correct American accent, they should reward them self with a big bowl of Curry. On the third day, Benjani already began feeling different. No longer did she say Pdadeta, and she could almost pronounce her words perfectly with the American accent.

Episode IV:
Once step two had been mastered, the last and final step was reveled, Step 3- Lose the Camel. For the the others it was an easy task, as most of them didn't have camels. For Benjani on the other hand, this proves to be difficult. All her life she grew up with camels, riding them and what not. The instructor told them one way, but it didn't help poor Benjani much. So she had to convince herself that now that she was in America, there were absolutely no camels.

When the training was over, Benjani now looks American. She had traded in her Sari for a pair of brown shorts and a pink wife beater style tank top. She lost her headpiece altogether, and let her long, jet black hair flow freely and naturally. She goes back to the restaurant that she first came to.

"I want to see the waiter who worked 16 days ago," she demands, and the manager brings the man out. At first he did not seem to know who she was.

"Is there a problem ma'am?" he asks casually and Benjani replies yes.

"I now have my American Licence, and I demand that you give me my cheeseburger and fries that I ordered the last time I was here." She flashes him her shiny new licence as proof. She is seated and brought the food that she asks for.

"Here y'all go ma'am, it's on the house."

Benjani could now go anywhere, but decides to stay at her room at the training. She lives a happy life as an American, but soon that will all change...