Keely's Little Girl Grows Up
Published: 05-26-10 - Updated: 06-09-10

Chapters:
1. The Birth of a Notion - 2. Hook, Line and Not Sinker - 3. Best Laid Plans - 4. Busted! - 5. Nature Vs Nurture -
6. Playing Parents - 7. Boo Boo - 8. Extreme Makeover, Awful Edition - 9. The Odds Are Against Her - 10. On Her Own -
11. Night Visions - 12. Double Your Fun - 13. Lucky Serendipity - 14. Big Trouble - 15. House Call - 16. Found you -
17. Something In the Dark - 18. Caught - 19. Pink Frosting In Their Veins - 20. The Truth Comes Out - 21. Double Trouble -
22. Here We Go Again

Summary: Boris Yeltsin's first Phil of the Future story. Join him as he spins a tale of a blonde's scheming, subterfuge, and superiority over someone smaller than herself, and, no, it's not Pim guilty of that. Keely did it. Yeah, you read it right. Keely Teslow!

Disclaimer: I've got to clean under my bed more often. I just bet that my rights to Phil of the Future are under there somewhere.

Authors' Note: Yeah, that's right, more than one author. Boris Yeltsin is still waiting for FanFiction to get around to helping him with posting problems, so you'll find his stories here for a while. (Anyone want to start a pool on when they'll get around to him? I want September 10th, 2010.) He's offered to let me help in the story in return for posting services for now, but eventually this will be copied and pasted on to his personal author's page as his first published work - YEA! Oh, what's it called? Glad you asked, he calls it:

Keely's Little Girl Grows Up

by Boris Yeltsin

and CraftyNotepad

Chapter One: The Birth of a Notion

Another abandoned shoe retrieved from under her bed meant Keely was keeping her promise to clean her room. Already, she was finding things she had forgotten about, getting sidetracked in the progress, which was slowing with each new discovery. One of Phil's extra toes was tucked inside an old lipstick case so only she knew it was around. Her victory-over-stage-fright trophy on her dresser needed some serious dusting. Along side it was picture of Via and Phil, Owen and herself before the dance ... there were two pictures of them taken that night. Where was the other one?

Keely spoke aloud to her cat, Daisy, "Know how socks are supposed to somehow mysteriously disappear in the dryer? I don't know why they don't reappear under the bed, because everything else seems to end up under here. This is packed under here. At least, Daisy, there's no room for you to have kittens under here. What's this now?"

Keely pulled out a stack of fashion magazines, loose sheets of song lyrics and poems she had been working on. Under the random pages she had been using an old notebook, instead of a clipboard, to have something hard to write on. Opening it, she smiled. It was her and Phil's science project, the Plum-Lemon hybrid tree, the Plemon. Sidetracked again.

Eventually, she stopped walking down memory lane long enough to continue her excavation of the underside of her bed. What else is under there? Just great. This is where her painted ceramic ducks had migrated to. Her mother never did present a decent answer why they weren't allowed outside with the rest of the ceramic life forms adorning the Teslow front yard. Had she never seen polka-dotted ducks before? Part of a future gizmo from the Diffys' garage, hopefully a critical time engine part that she'd get around to returning, maybe, but don't hold your breath. What else is - ew! Soft. Something Daisy brought in and let die under her bed? Ug. No, it's fabric, not fur, but it's all wrinkly, like a six-month old dirty sweat sock. Suddenly, the idea of a dead mouse wasn't quite so repulsive. Eyes closed, Keely held it by two fingers and pulled it out for inspection. Not so bad, really. A left-over scrunchy from her Keely's Korner stage. Hard to believe that Pim had started so much on the back of a box full of scrunchies. Oh, how Pim had used her, nearly wrecking her journalism career, and had gotten away with it scott-free, as usual.

"Daisy, one of these days, that girl really needs to learn a lesson once and for all, but, face it, Daiz - Pim's just too far gone. Why can't she be like her brother? I wonder if Pim was ever nice." Pulling the scruchy back like a rubber band, Keely shot the hair retainer out her bedroom door and down the hall, Daisy pouncing after it as if it were a low flying birdy. "Daisy!" In her haste to catch the escaping scruchy, the impulsive feline knocked down several of the recovered items her mistress had place atop of the bed for sorting. Down came magazines and her old science project.

A notion grew in Keely Teslow's noggin, like a Plemon seed, sprouting slowly at first, then it was given a jolt and came into full bloom. Reaching for a pen, she opened up her old science notebook and flipped pages until she came to a blank one. Purposefully, she wrote:

EXPERIMENTAL SUBJECT NUMBER 2
P. Diffy, Behavior Modification and Stuff

and then she took a deep breath and made a wish.

A/N: Tag Boris, you're it.