Be Proud Of Me chapter 1;
Although my species had the ability to learn faster than most, they hadn't figured out a way to stop our world from being sucked into a black hole. I was but a baby. My mother put me into a small space ship, with room just for me, and blasted me off into space with a single folder of papers. As I watched my world get destroyed from afar, I began to miss my mother.
I crash landed on an alien planet, and was found by a local farmer and his wife. They raised me as their own, as the man's wife was unable to conceive. I knew nothing of my mother, or what had happened to my world until the memories hit me in the middle of the night. I then discovered what had happened through history books and news clippings I found at the local library. I confronted my parents that evening at dinner. They looked at each other and presented me with a small folder of papers. I recognised every one of the faces... Except one... I read the profile provided, and knew where I had to go. Well, technically I didn't, but I knew which planet and dimension I was headed too. A planet called Eeearth.
I'd hitchhiked all the way, as I had no credits, my world's currency. As soon as I hit the ground, I waved to my driver, who was here on business. I turned and walked towards a tall building, hoping I could find a map of the city. I'd been studying Eeearth for the past few days. I hoped my English was good. Suddenly I heard a gurgling sound. I turned toward the sound and saw an insect-like alien. I knew bits and pieces of his language. I said "Hello" and we had a quick chat. He explained that the currency here was hard to come by. I asked if he knew where to get a map, so he offered me one in exchange for the necklace I wore. I agreed with hesitation, as my grandmother had given it to me. He gave me the map and went on his way. As I looked at it, I kept an address in mind. A house in Seacattle... Was I in Seacattle? I looked up and spotted a Hooman.
"Hey!" I waved, calling him over.
"Yeah?" He replied, walking towards me.
"I'm finding this address." I pointed to the address on the paper in my folder.
"Oh!" The Hooman exclaimed. "Down that road," he pointed. "Take a left on Tank street, straight at the roundabout, then right at the first set of lights." He looked back at me. "You usually see some weird flying saucer thing in the garage." The Hooman smiled. "If it's not there, knock on the door." I processed all the confusing information. I took a quick look in my phrase book, as I knew there was a response to something like this.
"Uh... Noooo prob... Lem." I said, smiling.
After what felt like an eternity, I reached the house with the "flying saucer". Had the hooman never seen a spaceship before? I didn't know how to knock on a door, so I pressed a little button beside it, hoping it would do something. It made a strange noise, like a beeping sound, but weirder. A young, brown haired hooman answered the door.
"H-Hello?" He stuttered. Was that a hooman greeting?
"Um, hello." I replied, looking around inside. "I'm looking for this man." I held up a piece of paper from my folder, then looked at the name. "Rick Sanchez?" The hooman looked at me with wide eyes, then turned his head to the side.
"Um, Rick!" He exclaimed with a high pitched voice. "There's some weird alien lady here looking for you!"
"What?!" An older voice replied. Suddenly the man from my folder appeared at the door. "What do you -uurrp- want?" I looked at the man, confused.
"You... Are Rick Sanchez?" I squinted.
"Who wants to know?" He asked, reaching into a pocket in his long, white piece of clothing.
"I am R4v3n Sanchez, but everyone calls me Raven." I replied. Rick looked at me, astonished. After a few moments, he gestured for me to come in. I walked in and sat at the table. Rick sat across from me, followed by the small brown haired hooman.
"Rick," the small hooman looked at Rick. "What's going-"
"Shu-Shut up Morty!" Rick took a sip from a small bottle, then put it in his pocket. "Let me think..." He sat there for a few moments, then looked at me. "You know... There are VERY few timelines where you exist, THAT'S why I'm so -uuurp- surprised." He paused. "Soooooo, what? You wanted to do the cliché thing of finding your father? Geez, the writer couldn't think of anything better? I could create a better story in my sleep." He gestured to himself. I pouted. "Look, I can see this isn't going the way you planned, but ask yourself one question..." He leaned in towards me. "Why plan anything at all?" He paused for a moment. "I improvise all the time. I don't plan ANYTHING."
"Yeah, and look at where THAT got you..." Morty murmured. I heard a strange noise coming from behind me. I turned to see another hooman. One with orange hair and a bright coloured top.
"Nice one Morty." She checked a small handheld device and sat next to me. "So who's this Grandpa?" She asked, not looking up from her device.
"I don't have time for this. Ugh. Beth! Jerry!" He exclaimed loudly. Two more hoomans came into the room.
"Dad, who's this?" The blonde one asked.
"Rick, why is there an alien in my house?" The brown haired one asked, looking annoyed.
"I'm as surprised as YOU are on this one Jerry." Rick replied. "Look, let's get this over with, because this writer SUCKS, ok? Everyone, this is my daughter Raven. Raven this is my daughter Beth, her idiot Jerry, and my grandkids, Morty and Summer." He gestured to everyone as he introduced us all.
"Hello." I said, waving to everyone.
"Uhhh..." Jerry said, sitting down at the table. "So... Why are you here?" He asked.
"My world was destroyed in a black hole." I replied.
"Pfft. LAME." Rick said.
"Rick." Jerry said, looking annoyed.
"What? I'm being truthful. There's so many clichés in this chapter. You know where I'd be if I wrote this?!" He leaned across the table. "Blips n' Chits!"
"What is he going on about?" Jerry asked Beth.
"I don't know, just agree with him." She replied. "Anyway, continue." Beth said. I hesitated.
"My world was destroyed. I was raised by a farmer and his wife, then discovered Rick was my father the other day, so... Here I am." I shrugged.
"You should come to school with me!" Morty exclaimed.
"Morty! School isn't a place for smart people. She's MY daughter! She's going to be just like me! She doesn't need school!" Rick argued.
"What's school?" I asked. Rick took a moment to look at me.
"She's all yours." He shrugged in defeat and walked off towards the garage.