Hey! ...Sorry about the name: Sonic Fanfic. Seriously! Sooo sorry about the title...but I simply couldn't think of anything! So if you have any suggestions for the name, or anything about this story for that matter, then feel free to suggest! Also, I don't know exactly where I'm going with this story, so if you have any suggestions about the plot, please let me know! ...That's just how I am...I rush into stories without developing the plot first...so sorry about that! Also, I should mention that I'm kind of a slow writer...so PLEASE bear with me! And please PLEASE review! Again, so sorry about my...difficulties! =)
I sighed as I stared numbly at the blank computer screen. A few minutes passed. I didn't move, my eyes were still glazed over.
I sighed again. Could my day get any worse?
"Reagan!" Jake called loudly. Quick, heavy footfalls could soon be plainly heard as my obnoxious little brother came thundering down the hallway. I clenched my eyes shut. I had to ask. "Reagan!" my brother practically screamed, throwing the door open.
"What?" I mumbled grumpily.
"Get off the computer!"
"Why?"
"'Cause I want to get on."
"No. I'm on it right now."
"You're not even doing anything," Jake protested.
"Yes I am," I said, opening up Word.
Jake groaned. "Mom!" he called down the hallway. "Reagan won't let me get on the computer!"
I clenched my fists. "Jake, there are four other computers in this house. Can't you just use another one?"
"Why don't you get on another one?" he retorted.
"Because I'm already on this one," I said deliberately, endeavoring to control my temper.
"Get off the computer, Reagan," my mom ordered as she walked into the room. I sighed in defeat and logged off. Jake smirked at me as I left the room. I growled and clenched my fists, barely able to restrain myself from slugging him.
I needed to get away. I stormed over to my cubby and snatched my purse and phone. I flipped my phone open to make sure it had charge. Luckily, it did.
"Mom!" I yelled. I'm going down to Savana's!"
After a brief pause, my mom called back, "How long will you be?"
I smiled in relief. My mom was letting me go! She usually didn't on a moment's notice.
"I don't know," I replied.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know."
"Does she even know you're going?"
"...No!" I said as I burst out the front door, slamming it behind me before my mom could stop me. I sprinted down a few houses before I slowed to a walk, just to be sure I was safe.
I flipped my phone open and dialed Savana's number. "Hello?" Savana's voice asked a second later.
"Hi Van, this is Reagan."
"Oh, hi Ray!"
"I'm coming over. Is that okay?"
"Of course! I'm never too busy for my best friend!"
"Okay, thanks a bunch! I'll be there in a sec," I said, hanging up. Less than a minute later, I was standing on Savana's doorstep. But before I could lift my hand to knock, the door opened. Savana smiled at me.
"Hey!"
"Hi," I replied, walking in.
"So..." Savana started when I didn't say anything. "What's up?"
"Well," I sighed.
Savana grinned. "Rough day?" she asked understandingly.
I smiled back. "How'd you guess?"
"So what do you want to do?"
"Hmm..." What did I want to do? "Uh...let's go see a movie?" I suggested.
"Okay," Savana agreed thoughtfully. "I think I can do that. One sec." She turned around and took a few steps toward her stairs. "Mom!"
A moment passed. Silence.
"MOM!"
No answer. Savana sighed loudly and turned to me. "I'll be right back," she assured, rushing up the steps. "Mom, where are you?" I couldn't wipe the grin off my face. After a couple minutes of waiting and hearing Savana's faint calls of distress, I could barely contain my laughter.
Savana finally appeared at the top of her staircase, dragging her mother behind her. "What's so funny?" she asked curiously as I finally cracked and burst out laughing.
"Nothing, nothing," I replied after catching my breath.
"Mom," Savana said, turning to her mother. "Could you drive us to the movies, please?"
"I could..." was her reply. Van and I groaned simultaneously and I started laughing again. I knew where this was headed.
"Will you please drive us to the movies?"
"I will..." Savana's mom replied, trying unsuccessfully to keep a straight face. Savana sighed in frustration, but couldn't hold back the grin making its way on to her face.
"Mom," she commanded in a stern voice. "Drive us to the movie theater this instant!" We all burst out laughing.
"Okay, okay!" her mom finally consented. "All right, let's go!" she said as she grabbed her keys. We piled into their car and backed out of the garage. A sudden thought popped into my head.
"Hey, can we invite Brendan to come along?"
"Yeah!" Savana agreed enthusiastically. "We should totally invite him! That would make it so much more fun!" she practically squealed. I giggled along with Savana's mom as we made the sudden turn to make it onto Brendan's street.
"Hold on a sec, I'll call him," I said as we drove up the street. Savana's mom slowed down a little bit to give me enough time. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. I sighed, finally giving in as I hung up the phone.
"Well?" Savana asked worriedly. She was really good friends with him. I mean, we were all extremely close, but I think that Van actually has a little "thing" about him, except for Brendan doesn't seem to notice it.
"No answer," I replied sadly.
"Should I turn around?" Savana's mom asked.
My head jerked up. "No!" Savana looked at me curiously. I shrugged. "You know how he is: one day he can't wait to see us, and the next he'll avoid us at any cost. Savana smiled a bit, knowing it was true.
"Yeah," she agreed. "If he's not in a good mood, he'll lock himself away until he feels better. He probably just doesn't want to talk to us right now."
Savana's mom got a weird look on her face. "Doesn't that mean that we shouldn't bother him?"
"NO!" Savana and I yelled simultaneously. We glanced at each other, and then burst out giggling. "No," Savana repeated, this time alone. "If he's in a bad mood, then we're the best thing for him right now!" As soon as she finished I fell into another fit of laughter.
Savana's mom smiled. "Okay then, if you insist..." she said as she pulled into Brendan's driveway.
"Come on," I demanded, dragging Savana out of the car. "You're coming with me so that we'll be sure to get him out of the house.
She giggled. "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I sighed playfully and released her arm.
I rapped on the door loudly. After waiting for a few moments, I knocked again. "...Maybe he really isn't home," Savana suggested disappointedly. Something suddenly caught my eye.
"Yes he is!" I practically shouted. Before Van could ask, I said, "Did you see that?" I pointed to the upstairs window. She shrugged. "There was a light on a second ago, but it just flicked off! He must just be trying to hide."
A small smile slowly grew on Savana's face. "Then we'd better find him," she replied mischievously in a deep voice. I laughed as I tried the doorknob, and then stuttered in surprise when the door opened.
"..."
"Why is his door unlocked?" Savana asked in a small voice. "If he doesn't want to see us...then why is his door unlocked? And you know how he is about people breaking into his house... In fact, I don't think I've ever seen him unlock a door before."
"Yeah," I agreed. "He's really paranoid."
"So why is the door unlocked?"
"...That is a good question."
We stood there stupidly in front of the open door for a minute, just staring at it, until Savana's mom honked at us, making us jump in surprise.
"Come on," I said, tugging on Van's arm.
"I'm coming," she protested while trying to pry my hand off her. I smiled and relented after a second.
We walked in a few steps, wondering what was going on, and hoping that Brendan was okay. When nothing happened, I shouted, "Brendan!"
No answer.
"I hope he's okay..." Savana said in a worried tone. "Brendan! Where are you? It's just us! Ray and Van! Are you okay?"
No answer.
"Uh...maybe we should go upstairs," I suggested.
"Why?"
"Because of that light! Somebody must have turned it off." I took another step towards the staircase, Savana right behind me. When we finally made it up the stairs, I realized that the light had gone off in Brendan's bedroom. "Van!" I exclaimed, startling her. "That light went off in his bedroom!"
"Okay, so let's go in!" She went up to his door and slowly turned the knob. She opened the door a crack when suddenly it slammed shut. Savana gasped and ran back to me.
"It's okay, calm down," I soothed. Savana nodded her head, taking a shaky breath. I smiled a bit. Savana overreacted to a lot of things.
Taking a step toward the closed door, I called, "Brendan! It's just me and Van! Can we please come in?"
I detected a slight muffled sigh. "How did you get in?" a voice asked suspiciously. I rolled my eyes.
"The front door was unlocked."
Silence.
"Hey, Brendan, are you oka-" I was cut off by the door loudly banging open and rebounding against the wall. Brendan emerged suddenly, eyes wide.
"The door was unlocked?" he asked shakily.
I couldn't hold back a small smile. "Do you want to go see a movie with us?"
Brendan took a few deep breaths and closed his eyes. After a moment he replied, "No, I can't."
"Why not?" I retaliated suspiciously.
"Yeah, we really want you to come!" Savana whined, putting her puppy-dog eyes in place. I tried not to giggle.
He sighed loudly. "Look guys, I'm just not in the mood."
My eyes narrowed. "Why? What happened?" He just looked away.
Savana took a step forward, her eyes suddenly clouded with worry. "Well, whatever it is, you can tell us." Brendan closed his eyes. "Please tell me?"
"Us," I corrected.
"Please tell us?"
"...I don't know guys; I don't really want to talk about it-"
"Which is exactly the reason you should tell us," I butted in. "I promise you'll feel better once you get it off your chest."
"Fine!" Brendan threw up his arms in defeat. "Well..." he began, trying to find the right words. "Well, uh..."
"Come on, Bren, spit it out. We won't laugh, I promise," I said. Savana glared at me. I shrugged my shoulders and mouthed, "What?"
Brendan pretended not to notice. "I'm not worried about that, I just don't want to talk about it."
"Well too bad, because we're not leaving until you-" A loud honk interrupted me. Savana and I groaned simultaneously.
"My mom's waiting outside," Savana informed Brendan. "She's probably getting anxious. So do you want to come or not?"
"Where again?"
"To see a movie," I replied.
"What movie?" he asked. Savana looked at me.
"Yeah, what movie? Are there even any good movies out?" I shrugged.
"No, thanks anyway," said Brendan, waving us off.
"Oh, no," I protested. "You're coming with us! You obviously need to cheer up a little, and we're just the gals for the job!" Savana giggled as Brendan tried to pull away.
"Give it up, Bren," Savana suggested, still trying to hold back her laugh. "Once Ray's got a hold of you, it's impossible to escape! Believe me, I'm talking from experience!" We all burst out laughing.
"Fine, fine, I'm coming. Just let me grab my wallet," Brendan laughed. But his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. I know something was going on, but I thought that maybe now wasn't the best time to bring it up. So I let him go back to his room, and he started digging through all his junk laying around.
I took a step into his messy room. "Don't you think you should clean up a little? I mean seriously, this is worse than my room!"
"And that's saying something!" Savana stated cheerfully. I sent her a playful glare. She grinned back innocently.
"Okay, I found it!" Brendan exclaimed suddenly.
"Finally!" I breathed. "Let's go!" I grabbed his hand and dragged him down the stairs.
"I'm coming! I promise I won't run away!" he protested, trying to pry my hand off him. I laughed and released him, giving him a playful shove out the door. "Wait!" he exclaimed suddenly. "My mom's gonna be worried when she comes home and I'm not here. I'd better write her a quick note."
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," I offered.
"Are you sure?" Brendan asked. "It'll only take a seco-" He was cut off as I shoved him into the car and slammed the door.
"Be right back!" I called, turning away so they couldn't see my mischievous smirk.
A couple minutes later I ran back out and got in next to Savana. Bren and Van stared at me for a moment, and I couldn't stop myself from bursting out laughing. I doubled over holding my stomach.
Brendan glared at me. "What did you write?" he asked slowly.
I smiled brightly. "Dear Mrs. Kane, we have kidnapped your son-"
"THAT IS NOT FUNNY!" Brendan shouted.
"I'm not finished!" I protested, endeavoring to control my helpless giggling. "...we have kidnapped your son. P.S. If you want to rescue him from the movie theater, call Ray's cell." I grinned innocently at Brendan, who was practically fuming. Savana was trying to hold back her laughter. "Don't worry, Brendan, they'll know you're fine," I assured.
"If you get me in trouble because they didn't finish reading your little note - which, believe me, happens a lot - then I'll-"
"Don't worry," I butted in. "If you get in trouble, I'll be sure to come and rescue your sorry butt." Brendan's eyes narrowed. He glared at me for what seemed like an eternity. "Fine!" I finally shouted helplessly. "I'll call and leave them a message." Brendan just sighed. Savana couldn't control her giggling any longer, and the two of us were laughing helplessly the rest of the way to the theater.
"I loved that movie!" Savana squealed. "It was sooo romantic!"
"Romantic?" Brendan scoffed. "They only kissed once!"
"Yeah," Savana admitted. "But did you see the way they looked at each other?"
I laughed. "Seriously Van, you've got to calm down a little. I really didn't think that movie was that great."
"What?" she exclaimed. "I think it made it onto my top three!"
"Van, everything's on your top three!" Brendan countered.
"Is not!"
"I'm gonna have to agree with Bren," I laughed. "Every time you see a new movie, it makes it onto your favorites." Van just stuck out her lower lip and pouted, causing Brendan and I to laugh harder.
Something suddenly caught my eye. I abruptly glanced over to a small building, with a purple sign above the door reading: FORTUNE TELLER. I don't know why this caught my eye, because I wasn't really into fortune telling, or anything of the sort. Nevertheless, I found myself walking silently into the shop as if I was in a trance.
"Ray?" Savana called after me. A moment later they rushed into the small shop after me. "Ray, what are you doing?" I didn't reply. I walked over to a small cart. It was filled with all sorts of knickknacks and doodads, but for some reason a particular scarf stood out to me. Maybe it was because of the design, maybe because it was the only scarf on the cart, but for some reason I was drawn to it.
"Can I help you?" asked a scratchy voice from behind me. I started as an old woman made her way beside me. It took me a moment to regain my composure.
"Oh, uh...no, it's okay. I'm fine," I managed to stutter out. I took a quick glance at the scarf. "...Actually, how much is this scarf? It's really pretty."
The woman's eyes widened. "Oh, that is a very special scarf."
"Really?" I asked curiously. "How so?"
"Well-"
"Reagan? Reagan, what are you doing? Are you okay?" Savana's worried voice interrupted the old lady. My two best friends rushed up to me. "What are you doing?" Van repeated.
"Oh, it's okay," I replied. "I was just looking at this old scarf-"
"Oh yes, it's very old," the old lady interrupted. "In fact there's an old legend surrounding it that I think you'd be interested in hearing...?" She ended in a question, waiting for my reply.
"Of course, we'd love to hear it," I said. Brendan rolled his eyes.
"Since when have you been into antiques?" he asked playfully. I ignored him.
"Go on," I urged.
"Well, this scarf came to me one night a very long time ago," began the woman. "A busy looking girl came rushing into my humble little shop here right as I was about to close up. She shoved this scarf into my hands and told me that it was very special, to give it to the person it chose."
Brendan's brows furrowed in confusion. "It chose? As in this scarf? How?"
Turning back to face the old scarf, the woman gasped and her eyes widened in wonderment. "I-I've never seen this before!" she exclaimed.
I looked at the scarf in confusion, inhaling sharply in surprise when I saw my name sewed onto it in thick white letters. "That wasn't there a second ago," I squeaked.
Brendan gazed at the antique scarf in wonderment. "Oh my gosh!" Savana exclaimed, turning towards the old woman. "What just happened?"
"I believe that this scarf belongs to Reagan," she stated simply, picking it up and putting it into my hands. I got a chill as her hand brushed mine. There was something...strangely fake about this lady...
"No, I can't," I protested. "Really, how much do you want for it?"
She just shoved harder. "Nothing! It's yours, take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! Positive! It's yours now; I'm giving it to you. Don't worry about a thing, it's perfectly fine.
"Wait a sec," said Brendan. "You said that this was a special scarf. Special how?"
"Well," the old woman began again with her story. "When that young lady gave me this scarf, she said to only give it to the person it chose, and that it had a very special power. She claimed that it could grant any wish the owner had and make it a reality."
"Oh, please!" Brendan scoffed. "This scarf doesn't have magic powers that make wishes come true! That's not even possible."
The woman shrugged. "That may be true," she admitted. "But I think that you should take it anyway. It might prove useful."
"So, if this really can grant wishes-"
"Which it can't," Brendan cut me off.
"-is there a limit to how many wishes I can make?"
"That young lady didn't say," the old woman replied thoughtfully. "But she did say that it only granted wishes to the one it chose, and nobody else." She suddenly chuckled a bit. "I admit, though, that I did try it out once, just out of curiosity, and nothing happened. I'm not sure if I believe all this about the scarf, but if it's true then you have a very special gift. Use it wisely."
The old woman smiled sweetly at us and then made her way back to whatever she had been doing before we arrived.
"Well, shouldn't we get going?" Savana asked after a minute. "My mom will be wondering what's taking us so long."
"Yeah," I agreed quickly. Then in an undertone, I added, "And I'm started to get a little freaked out. I want to get out of here!"
"Yes, let's go," Brendan agreed hastily. We made our way quickly out of the shop.
We walked down towards where Van's mom was going to pick us up when I got a sudden urge to make a wish. "Hey guys," I said, stopping them. "I-I want to make a wish."
"Seriously?" Brendan laughed. "You really believed that story?"
"Yeah, I don't think it's true either," Savana agreed. "It was probably just a weird story she made up."
"Then why does it have my name on it?" I argued.
They were silent for a moment. "She has a point," Van told Brendan. Brendan made a pouting face. I giggled.
"So, what should I wish for?" I asked thoughtfully.
"Wish for super powers!" Brendan suggested. "Not like it's gonna come true, though..."
"Wish for money!" Savana proposed.
"A really cool TV?"
"A cookie!"
"A cookie?" I laughed. "...No, I don't think I want to-"
"Oh! I have the most absolutely perfect idea ever!" Savana proclaimed. I smiled at her improper grammar.
"Go on..." I prompted.
"Wish for us to be on Mobius!"
Brendan laughed. My heart sped up. Mobius? ...Well, yes, I guess I've always secretly dreamed of getting to meet Sonic and the gang in person, but they weren't real.
...Or were they?
"That's the most ridiculous idea ever," Brendan managed to gasp between breaths. He was laughing so hard I wondered at how he was still standing upright. Savana pouted.
"No!" I protested. "That is the most brilliant idea ever!" Van's eyes instantly lit up.
Brendan stopped laughing and glared at me. "Seriously? I mean, it's not like it's gonna come true."
"Well, even if you're right, what's the matter with wishing?" His mouth opened, but no sound came out. "Plus, if it does work..." I sighed happily. That would be awesome!
"Yeah!" Savana agreed enthusiastically. "That would be the coolest thing EVER!"
"I mean, we're all total Sonic fans, right?" Two heads bobbed up and down. I smiled. "So, what's wrong with it?"
"It's not going to work," Brendan stated simply. "If we get our hopes up over a stupid scarf and wish for a completely impossible thing to happen..." his voice trailed off.
"Wish for us to have powers!" Savana suggested happily, completely ignoring Brendan. "And make sure you wish for us to meet Sonic, and everyone else." Her eyes wandered for a moment, deep in thought. "Oh! And make sure you wish that we'll turn into Mobians! I totally wouldn't want to go there as a human!"
"Yeah!" I agreed with her. "That would be so cool!"
Brendan threw his hands up in the air. "Okay fine! Make a wish! I give up! But I'm telling you, it's not going to work."
I held my new scarf in my hands and took a deep breath. "Okay, are you ready for this?" I asked.
"Yes!" Savana exclaimed. "Hurry up!" Brendan just shrugged.
"All right, here goes..." I took another deep breath and closed my eyes. "I wish that Savana, Brendan, and I go to Mobius, that we all have powers, that we get transformed into Mobians, and that we meet Sonic and the gang," I recited monotonously. I waited a moment before opening my eyes.
Savana was staring at me, her eyes wide. Brendan glanced around, then just looked at me and shrugged.
Nothing had happened. Nothing had changed.
I sighed. "I guess this doesn't work after all..." I said sadly.
"See? I told you it wouldn't work," Brendan announced indifferently. Savana glared at him.
Suddenly, the world began to spin. I gasped and clutched my pounding head. "H-hey, guys, I don't-I-I feel...dizzy..." The world abruptly turned upside-down, and the last thing I remember was my two best friends falling to the ground beside me.