A Different Sort of Normal
A.N--Uh...thanks for reading? Please review it....full note
at the end.
Disclaimer--I don't own anyone but Chibamon, Frogamon,
Itacomamon, Obsamon, Aerimon, Kitamon (all of which will be
in the next parts of the story), and myself. And Van.
Intherma and Sis belong to themselves, as does Owen. Yoi's
gone now, so God owns her. I don't really know about Queo,
though, I think she might be controlled by some government
mind control rays, or something...Digimon is NOT mine, never
will be mine, and all that fun stuff. I don't own any of the
digi-destined, or anything related to digimon. I don't own Tai, Sora, T.K., or anyone. I don't know who does, but it's not me. If I did, would I be wasting my time writing fan fictions? I don't think so.
Dedication: This is for MiMi Jae, for being there for me, editing this, and telling me it was good even though it's not. Also, if you don't like the wording, go bug her, she made me put in big words.
***
I'm Sakira. I've always been Sakira, and I will always
be Sakira. Sometimes it's kind of cool, because living here
in America, no one has a cool name like that. You never meet
a Tai, or a Hitomi, or a Hiroko, or anything like that. It's
always Mary. Or Bob. Or Joe. Or Jane or Lucy, or Peter, or
Sam or, my personal least favorite, John.
Names aren't the only thing I don't like about America.
Americans are always worried about now, now, now. Like, do I
have enough water in my glass right now? Is my hair OK now?
When the more important things would be, will there be
enough water in my glass fifteen years from now? Will my
hair still be on my head when I'm forty?
But America, save for those few complaints, is an ok
place. I mean, once and a while, you'll meet some really
kawaii people, who you could never wish to meet in Japan.
Like my friends, Owen, Intherma, Ursine (who we all call
Sis, because she acts like every one's little sister), and
Queo (who's real name we all know is Mimi, though she denies
it completely, but who cares). And of course, there's Van,
who is an exchange student from Japan, same as me, who is
really sugoi, but he doesn't talk much (maybe because he
can't speak English? He mixes up all of the words, and
really butchers the pronunciation), and is terribly shy. But
that's ok, he's our friend anyways.
About Sis. She's quite a lot of trouble sometimes, and
always getting high on caffeine. That's why she's so short--
only four foot seven. And very skinny. She's been drinking
coffee since she was six. But if it makes her happy, it
makes us happy. She's only ten, and in the eighth grade.
That's because she skipped the second, fourth, and seventh
grade. This girl is a genius. She can tell you anything
about anything, speaks four different languages, not
including English, memorized all of Shakespeare, and never
once has she needed to use cliff notes. You have to give
this kid some credit. We all baby her, so she's pretty
spoiled. But we love her anyways.
There's not much to say about Intherma. She's the
tomboy of the group. The tall tomboy who's always in a fight
with someone. She's six foot one, and is always looking for
a fight. She's sort of Sis's guardian angel. She's always
got Sis riding on her shoulders, and no one dares bother
either one. On Sis's very first day, some of the vultures
from one of the "Popular" groups decided it would be funny
to try and string her up the flag pole. That would have
worked, too, because she only weighs 60 lbs, and the cord
for the pole is pretty tough. But, who comes to the rescue?
None other than good old Intherma. With her long, fiery-red
hair, she looked like a gladiator. It was sort of funny,
actually. She went up to the ignoramus, and gracefully
knocked the shit out of them. Then, she put on her
friendliest smile on and put Sis on her shoulders and
grinned, "You ride with us from now on." Since then they've
been inseparable.
There's alot to say about Queo. Just when you think
you've figured her out, you realized you over looked a
detail, and that she's a totally different person than you
thought. I'm probably the only one who has really figgured
her out, and she even agrees to that. She has a mad
obsession with the X-Files, and can tell you anything at all
about the Harry Potter series. When she first met Owen--two
years ago when he moved to Cambridge, which is where we all
live--she stalked him day and night, only because his last
name is Potter. Also, if she hears the word "Anime" in a sentence, she is "forced" to sketch out one of her people.
Sailor Moon, Digimon, Vision of Eskaflowne, anything you can
think of, she'll draw the person. It's sort of funny,
because she will spend four hours a day just watching the
shows, six hours drawing every single frame, and only half
an hour doing homework. Guess who's the smartest person in
the group (um..that's excluding Sis...)? For Queo, it's just
one obsession after another. But, no matter what happens,
and no matter what she's obsessed with, she's always there
for us.
Owen is just Owen. That's the only way to describe him.
He's best friends with Queo, and they're completely
inseparable. It's hilarious to watch them together, because
they're both in love with anime. They babble on about any
obsolete cartoon for hours and hours, and then have to
recreate the show by sketching every frame. It drives the
rest of us nuts, but it makes them happy. So what ever.
Then, they'll go bouncing around the campus of Cambridge
Boarding, our school, or sneak off campus and run around the
parks annoying random people. It's actually very funny. They
look almost as if they're twins, sometimes. He's got short
brown hair, some as her, only hers is shoulder length.
They've both got high cheek bones, and dazzling brown eyes.
Their height is the same, about 5'1", and their
personalities are almost interchangeable. When ever anyone
wants to bug Owen, they say that Queo is his girlfriend. It
drives him nutty. The only thing Owen loves as much as Queo
(this is said as in the love of a friend) is his sketch pad.
And his hair, which is his pride and joy. It's chestnut,
with blond tips, and the bangs tilted up. If he ever ticks
Queo off, she messes it up with his hand, which really gets
him annoyed. Then he has to chase her around the school and
through the hallways with a stick, but that's not important.
Van is the shadow of our group. When he moved here back
in September, he sort of followed me every where, at a
distance. Because he thought that maybe because I am Asian
and used to live in Hiroshima, I could speak Japanese. But I
can't. So after that he sort of stopped shadowing the group,
but somehow or another he ended up joining us. He's been
with us for a month now, and yet we hardly know anything
about him. I'm pretty much the only one he confides in, or
at least tries to, but sometimes I think I frighten him.
He's got absolutely uncontrollable hair, black as night,
which covers his serious, deep, crimson eyes. If I'm ever in
a flirtatious mood, I play with it, teasing him that I want
to comb and dye it and make him look like a handsome prince,
which causes him to back away in fright, and leaves me
feeling guilty. He's actually quite tall, five nine, almost
as tall as Intherma. It's nice sometimes to be walking down
the hall and look in the window to see our reflection, with
my head barley reaching his shoulders, and with me as thin
as Sis (Queo's always on my case about eating more junk
food), it's really cute. Sometimes his eyes mist over,
leaving his body on the Cambridge Boarding campus, but
sending his soul flying like an eagle into some strange and
secret dream. When ever I catch him in dream mode, I make
sure to ask him what it was about when he snaps back to
reality, but he always shrugs and says he forgot. I don't
think I'm ever going to figure him out.
And me. I'm only a little taller than Sis, reaching
only four eleven. I've got a brother, Yama (what it stands
for I have no idea. Yamaha I think...) who I've never spoken
to before. See, he lives in Japan, with mum and dad, and I'm
here in Boston, Massachusetts, in boarding school, for the
past five years, since I was eight. It's really a dream come
true, because I love being free from their laws. Don't get
me wrong, my parents are totally kawaii, but they're pretty
strict and all. I've never spoken to Yama in a real
conversation with out a translator (usually mum, or dad, or
someone) before. He only speaks Japanese, and I only speak
English. My parents thought it would be "cute" to see what
happened if we spoke different languages. So while he was
always going to Hiroshima public schools, I was stuck in the
International schools where everyone was British, Puerto
Rican, or American. Drove me mad, so finally when I turned
eight they agreed to me going to American boarding schools.
I love J-pop, Korean pop, and Dido. Reading is my life and if I can't find a new book, I write my own. I have dad's
straight black hair, and mom's great face. My jade eyes are
my own. I have no idea where my eye genes came from. As I
said earlier, I go to Cambridge Boarding, and am a live in
student, as all of my friends are. Queo's my room mate, and
has been for the past five years. You'd think we would be
sick of each other by now, but we're not. If there was one
animal I could relate myself to, I would have to say cat. I
love hights and am light on my feet. My most prised posetion
is a silver necklace, with a small, black amulet hanging off
the chain. It's from my great grandmother, Yoi
We were all in the park, sitting on "our" hill when the
adventure started. It's our territory, every one knows, the
hill, so no one really comes by there. It's just a patch of
grassy area in the middle of all these trees, but that's ok.
It was a glorious October Saturday, the best you could wish
to get in Boston in the fall, with the sky a brilliant blue,
and the sun sparkling in a cloudless sky. The temperature
was just perfect for T-shirts and shorts, and we were all
taking advantage of the day. Owen and Queo were stretched
out the grass to my left, talking about some new cartoon,
and Intherma and Sis talking about who-knows-what, on my
right. I was laying with my back on the soft, warm grass,
with my head sort of resting on Van's leg, because he was
off in another one of his trances, and he didn't notice. I
was just staring into space, and I guess I must have dropped
off, so I didn't realize when Van's trance broke.
Sis's short, bouncy blond hair caught the sun just the
right way, sending light glaring into my face, bringing me
back into reality. To get away from the glaring, I buried my
face into Van's burly, tanned thigh, which was covered by
his kakhi shorts, reaching slightly below his knees. It was
only when he brushed a naughty lock of long black hair out
of my face, and started to fiddle with my one feather
earring, a very un-Van like gesture, when I realized it. I
twisted onto my side so as to see his face, my large,
yellow-green cat eyes looking playfully up into his crimson
ones, when I realized that he had on not a tense and serious
expression, but a relaxed, amused, one. Behind his eyes,
though, there was something else...was it a snide look of
knowing he had won? No, must have been my imagination. I
opened my mouth to say something about this, when Queo beat
me to it. Only what she had to say was on a totally
different subject.
"Oh my god, guys, look at this!" She and Owen were
peering intensely at something in the grass. I lazily sat
up, but Van, standing up, wouldn't let me lounge, pulling me
to my feet. We went over to see what the two had found,
following Intherma and Sis. It shocked all four of us.
Laying in the grass was a small, gray object, looking
similar to a Nano or Giga pet.
"It's a digi-vice!" Owen identified it. The rest of us
could relate this item to the show, Digimon, even though we
never once watched it. "It's the thing that you use to make
your digimon digivolve, and you can also find other
digidestined with it and..."
"In English, maybe?" Intherma cut him off, annoyed and
confused.
"Uh...just try and follow it, okey, Thermy?"
"In. Ther. Ma. Never. Thermy. Never," growled Intherma,
stressing each syllable, eyes blazing.
"Right...er, I forgot, sorry," Owen apologized hastily.
"And also, along with what I said before, it works like a
walkie-talkie, and lets you talk to the other people who
have digi-vices. But you can get these at any corner toy
shop, and I bet it's broken."
"Hey, who cares? It's still really cool! Here, gimme it
for a second..." Queo took the device from Owen, and began
fiddling with it. Pressing a button down, she spoke into it,
"Hello? Tai? Sora? You guys there?"
She let go of the button and laughed, "You're right,
it's totally busted, I wonder who was here in our...."
She was cut short by Van, who took the device, and
smiling, laughed, "You're pressing the wrong button"
He pushed down another button, and spoke into it. "Van
here, please come in."
There was a static crackle, and then a replying voice
demanded, "This is the Digimon Emperor, who are you? Who is
this?"
Queo shrieked, grabbed Owen's arm, and Sis giggled, "I
think she's going to need some Altoids."
Van smiled down at the device, and then up at me. His
eyes frightened me. They were completely emotionless. He
pushed down the button a second time, and said into it,
"Master Ken, sir? It is I, Van. I've found them. We're
coming back."
************************************************************
End part one
***
a/n-Ok, here's the note I promised earlier. This is based on
my real life. Oh, and I'm only going to add part two if
people like this because I know how untalented I am, but it
does take a large effort to try and write all this,
especially with all the homework I have, and if it's
complete trash, I don't want to bother writing more. So,
pleaaaase! R/R or I'll assume it's trash, and stop trying to convince myself otherwise. K? That's all. Ja ne!
A.N--Uh...thanks for reading? Please review it....full note
at the end.
Disclaimer--I don't own anyone but Chibamon, Frogamon,
Itacomamon, Obsamon, Aerimon, Kitamon (all of which will be
in the next parts of the story), and myself. And Van.
Intherma and Sis belong to themselves, as does Owen. Yoi's
gone now, so God owns her. I don't really know about Queo,
though, I think she might be controlled by some government
mind control rays, or something...Digimon is NOT mine, never
will be mine, and all that fun stuff. I don't own any of the
digi-destined, or anything related to digimon. I don't own Tai, Sora, T.K., or anyone. I don't know who does, but it's not me. If I did, would I be wasting my time writing fan fictions? I don't think so.
Dedication: This is for MiMi Jae, for being there for me, editing this, and telling me it was good even though it's not. Also, if you don't like the wording, go bug her, she made me put in big words.
***
I'm Sakira. I've always been Sakira, and I will always
be Sakira. Sometimes it's kind of cool, because living here
in America, no one has a cool name like that. You never meet
a Tai, or a Hitomi, or a Hiroko, or anything like that. It's
always Mary. Or Bob. Or Joe. Or Jane or Lucy, or Peter, or
Sam or, my personal least favorite, John.
Names aren't the only thing I don't like about America.
Americans are always worried about now, now, now. Like, do I
have enough water in my glass right now? Is my hair OK now?
When the more important things would be, will there be
enough water in my glass fifteen years from now? Will my
hair still be on my head when I'm forty?
But America, save for those few complaints, is an ok
place. I mean, once and a while, you'll meet some really
kawaii people, who you could never wish to meet in Japan.
Like my friends, Owen, Intherma, Ursine (who we all call
Sis, because she acts like every one's little sister), and
Queo (who's real name we all know is Mimi, though she denies
it completely, but who cares). And of course, there's Van,
who is an exchange student from Japan, same as me, who is
really sugoi, but he doesn't talk much (maybe because he
can't speak English? He mixes up all of the words, and
really butchers the pronunciation), and is terribly shy. But
that's ok, he's our friend anyways.
About Sis. She's quite a lot of trouble sometimes, and
always getting high on caffeine. That's why she's so short--
only four foot seven. And very skinny. She's been drinking
coffee since she was six. But if it makes her happy, it
makes us happy. She's only ten, and in the eighth grade.
That's because she skipped the second, fourth, and seventh
grade. This girl is a genius. She can tell you anything
about anything, speaks four different languages, not
including English, memorized all of Shakespeare, and never
once has she needed to use cliff notes. You have to give
this kid some credit. We all baby her, so she's pretty
spoiled. But we love her anyways.
There's not much to say about Intherma. She's the
tomboy of the group. The tall tomboy who's always in a fight
with someone. She's six foot one, and is always looking for
a fight. She's sort of Sis's guardian angel. She's always
got Sis riding on her shoulders, and no one dares bother
either one. On Sis's very first day, some of the vultures
from one of the "Popular" groups decided it would be funny
to try and string her up the flag pole. That would have
worked, too, because she only weighs 60 lbs, and the cord
for the pole is pretty tough. But, who comes to the rescue?
None other than good old Intherma. With her long, fiery-red
hair, she looked like a gladiator. It was sort of funny,
actually. She went up to the ignoramus, and gracefully
knocked the shit out of them. Then, she put on her
friendliest smile on and put Sis on her shoulders and
grinned, "You ride with us from now on." Since then they've
been inseparable.
There's alot to say about Queo. Just when you think
you've figured her out, you realized you over looked a
detail, and that she's a totally different person than you
thought. I'm probably the only one who has really figgured
her out, and she even agrees to that. She has a mad
obsession with the X-Files, and can tell you anything at all
about the Harry Potter series. When she first met Owen--two
years ago when he moved to Cambridge, which is where we all
live--she stalked him day and night, only because his last
name is Potter. Also, if she hears the word "Anime" in a sentence, she is "forced" to sketch out one of her people.
Sailor Moon, Digimon, Vision of Eskaflowne, anything you can
think of, she'll draw the person. It's sort of funny,
because she will spend four hours a day just watching the
shows, six hours drawing every single frame, and only half
an hour doing homework. Guess who's the smartest person in
the group (um..that's excluding Sis...)? For Queo, it's just
one obsession after another. But, no matter what happens,
and no matter what she's obsessed with, she's always there
for us.
Owen is just Owen. That's the only way to describe him.
He's best friends with Queo, and they're completely
inseparable. It's hilarious to watch them together, because
they're both in love with anime. They babble on about any
obsolete cartoon for hours and hours, and then have to
recreate the show by sketching every frame. It drives the
rest of us nuts, but it makes them happy. So what ever.
Then, they'll go bouncing around the campus of Cambridge
Boarding, our school, or sneak off campus and run around the
parks annoying random people. It's actually very funny. They
look almost as if they're twins, sometimes. He's got short
brown hair, some as her, only hers is shoulder length.
They've both got high cheek bones, and dazzling brown eyes.
Their height is the same, about 5'1", and their
personalities are almost interchangeable. When ever anyone
wants to bug Owen, they say that Queo is his girlfriend. It
drives him nutty. The only thing Owen loves as much as Queo
(this is said as in the love of a friend) is his sketch pad.
And his hair, which is his pride and joy. It's chestnut,
with blond tips, and the bangs tilted up. If he ever ticks
Queo off, she messes it up with his hand, which really gets
him annoyed. Then he has to chase her around the school and
through the hallways with a stick, but that's not important.
Van is the shadow of our group. When he moved here back
in September, he sort of followed me every where, at a
distance. Because he thought that maybe because I am Asian
and used to live in Hiroshima, I could speak Japanese. But I
can't. So after that he sort of stopped shadowing the group,
but somehow or another he ended up joining us. He's been
with us for a month now, and yet we hardly know anything
about him. I'm pretty much the only one he confides in, or
at least tries to, but sometimes I think I frighten him.
He's got absolutely uncontrollable hair, black as night,
which covers his serious, deep, crimson eyes. If I'm ever in
a flirtatious mood, I play with it, teasing him that I want
to comb and dye it and make him look like a handsome prince,
which causes him to back away in fright, and leaves me
feeling guilty. He's actually quite tall, five nine, almost
as tall as Intherma. It's nice sometimes to be walking down
the hall and look in the window to see our reflection, with
my head barley reaching his shoulders, and with me as thin
as Sis (Queo's always on my case about eating more junk
food), it's really cute. Sometimes his eyes mist over,
leaving his body on the Cambridge Boarding campus, but
sending his soul flying like an eagle into some strange and
secret dream. When ever I catch him in dream mode, I make
sure to ask him what it was about when he snaps back to
reality, but he always shrugs and says he forgot. I don't
think I'm ever going to figure him out.
And me. I'm only a little taller than Sis, reaching
only four eleven. I've got a brother, Yama (what it stands
for I have no idea. Yamaha I think...) who I've never spoken
to before. See, he lives in Japan, with mum and dad, and I'm
here in Boston, Massachusetts, in boarding school, for the
past five years, since I was eight. It's really a dream come
true, because I love being free from their laws. Don't get
me wrong, my parents are totally kawaii, but they're pretty
strict and all. I've never spoken to Yama in a real
conversation with out a translator (usually mum, or dad, or
someone) before. He only speaks Japanese, and I only speak
English. My parents thought it would be "cute" to see what
happened if we spoke different languages. So while he was
always going to Hiroshima public schools, I was stuck in the
International schools where everyone was British, Puerto
Rican, or American. Drove me mad, so finally when I turned
eight they agreed to me going to American boarding schools.
I love J-pop, Korean pop, and Dido. Reading is my life and if I can't find a new book, I write my own. I have dad's
straight black hair, and mom's great face. My jade eyes are
my own. I have no idea where my eye genes came from. As I
said earlier, I go to Cambridge Boarding, and am a live in
student, as all of my friends are. Queo's my room mate, and
has been for the past five years. You'd think we would be
sick of each other by now, but we're not. If there was one
animal I could relate myself to, I would have to say cat. I
love hights and am light on my feet. My most prised posetion
is a silver necklace, with a small, black amulet hanging off
the chain. It's from my great grandmother, Yoi
We were all in the park, sitting on "our" hill when the
adventure started. It's our territory, every one knows, the
hill, so no one really comes by there. It's just a patch of
grassy area in the middle of all these trees, but that's ok.
It was a glorious October Saturday, the best you could wish
to get in Boston in the fall, with the sky a brilliant blue,
and the sun sparkling in a cloudless sky. The temperature
was just perfect for T-shirts and shorts, and we were all
taking advantage of the day. Owen and Queo were stretched
out the grass to my left, talking about some new cartoon,
and Intherma and Sis talking about who-knows-what, on my
right. I was laying with my back on the soft, warm grass,
with my head sort of resting on Van's leg, because he was
off in another one of his trances, and he didn't notice. I
was just staring into space, and I guess I must have dropped
off, so I didn't realize when Van's trance broke.
Sis's short, bouncy blond hair caught the sun just the
right way, sending light glaring into my face, bringing me
back into reality. To get away from the glaring, I buried my
face into Van's burly, tanned thigh, which was covered by
his kakhi shorts, reaching slightly below his knees. It was
only when he brushed a naughty lock of long black hair out
of my face, and started to fiddle with my one feather
earring, a very un-Van like gesture, when I realized it. I
twisted onto my side so as to see his face, my large,
yellow-green cat eyes looking playfully up into his crimson
ones, when I realized that he had on not a tense and serious
expression, but a relaxed, amused, one. Behind his eyes,
though, there was something else...was it a snide look of
knowing he had won? No, must have been my imagination. I
opened my mouth to say something about this, when Queo beat
me to it. Only what she had to say was on a totally
different subject.
"Oh my god, guys, look at this!" She and Owen were
peering intensely at something in the grass. I lazily sat
up, but Van, standing up, wouldn't let me lounge, pulling me
to my feet. We went over to see what the two had found,
following Intherma and Sis. It shocked all four of us.
Laying in the grass was a small, gray object, looking
similar to a Nano or Giga pet.
"It's a digi-vice!" Owen identified it. The rest of us
could relate this item to the show, Digimon, even though we
never once watched it. "It's the thing that you use to make
your digimon digivolve, and you can also find other
digidestined with it and..."
"In English, maybe?" Intherma cut him off, annoyed and
confused.
"Uh...just try and follow it, okey, Thermy?"
"In. Ther. Ma. Never. Thermy. Never," growled Intherma,
stressing each syllable, eyes blazing.
"Right...er, I forgot, sorry," Owen apologized hastily.
"And also, along with what I said before, it works like a
walkie-talkie, and lets you talk to the other people who
have digi-vices. But you can get these at any corner toy
shop, and I bet it's broken."
"Hey, who cares? It's still really cool! Here, gimme it
for a second..." Queo took the device from Owen, and began
fiddling with it. Pressing a button down, she spoke into it,
"Hello? Tai? Sora? You guys there?"
She let go of the button and laughed, "You're right,
it's totally busted, I wonder who was here in our...."
She was cut short by Van, who took the device, and
smiling, laughed, "You're pressing the wrong button"
He pushed down another button, and spoke into it. "Van
here, please come in."
There was a static crackle, and then a replying voice
demanded, "This is the Digimon Emperor, who are you? Who is
this?"
Queo shrieked, grabbed Owen's arm, and Sis giggled, "I
think she's going to need some Altoids."
Van smiled down at the device, and then up at me. His
eyes frightened me. They were completely emotionless. He
pushed down the button a second time, and said into it,
"Master Ken, sir? It is I, Van. I've found them. We're
coming back."
************************************************************
End part one
***
a/n-Ok, here's the note I promised earlier. This is based on
my real life. Oh, and I'm only going to add part two if
people like this because I know how untalented I am, but it
does take a large effort to try and write all this,
especially with all the homework I have, and if it's
complete trash, I don't want to bother writing more. So,
pleaaaase! R/R or I'll assume it's trash, and stop trying to convince myself otherwise. K? That's all. Ja ne!