Disclaimer: I don't own ANY of the original Rugrats characters, but these characters I DO own:
Trisha...long black hair with silver streaking in it. Has a twin brother named Zachary. Has extremely weird style, like Kimi. Was supposed to be on the original Rugrats, but was turned down because one set of twins was enough. Now, she's met the gang again after nine years and hangs out with them, preferably Kimi and Lil. Plays lead electric guitar in a band with Lil, Kimi, Susie, and Angelica. Her older sister is Emica (who I do not own).
Zachary...Trisha's twin brother. Is a little bit like Phil. Listens to rap music.
The story begins...
6:32 a.m. (Kimi's view)
I hit snooze on my alarm clock and rolled out of bed. Ordinary day, ordinary life. I took a shower. A cold one, because Chuck got to it first and used all the hot water. Today was the first day back from Christmas vacation, but it was ordinary nonetheless. I walked into my closet and threw on a black mesh top under a red shirt with a guitar on it, a black skirt, fishnets, black and white striped socks over that, and black sneakers. I walked over to my mirror. Applying eyeliner took me roughly fifteen minutes to do it right. Vanity, thy name is Kimi. I didn't bother to do my homework last night. I'll just tell Mr. Beaker that Chuckie ate it. I don't have a dog anyways.
9:03 a.m. (Lil's view)
Ah, school. The place to learn, waste your life away in Mr. Beaker's science class, survive sitting next to Phil for 45 minutes straight. Blah blah blah, science, blah blah blah, chemicals. From what I was able to stay awake for, these things called hydrogen and oxygen mix together to make...water. Someone save me from utter boredom. Trisha, my good wild friend, sat in back of me twirling her hair. I could tell, because that's what she always does...Band practice after school. Not the school band, but Alien Planet. The band in which I play drums. Wheeeee. Mind drifting, can't focus eyes correctly...zzzzzzz...
12:47 p.m. (Angelica's view)
Gloomy, dark, depressing. That's what describes the material Trisha's been writing lately for our band. Playing a backup guitar in the band that plays our show's theme song is not enough for me. I stared at my black nail polish. I couldn't focus on my tuna sandwich. Why? Chuckie was sitting across from me. Don't ask, I'm just a hopeless mental freak who digs a total geek. I fell asleep. Life is SO boring, I can't stay awake for lunch. I was having a wonderful dream when my cousin popped in.
"Hey Ang, are you gonna eat your tuna?"
"Take it, Dil."
"Awesome! Thanks."
"What are you gonna do with it?"
"I continue my study of processed fish to see if they have communication with ALIENS!"
"You go, Dil. Of course you know that thing's dead, right?"
"Maybe...maybe not." And off he went.
7:37 p.m. (Tommy's view)
Although it was the first day back from break, I do need to say that life is boring. I join with the chorus of my friends. There needs to be some action, some type of adventure still in store for us. I miss the good old days in the playpen, when I would go on adventures with Chuckie, Phil, and Lil. Of course, we're all entering adolescence, so things just get more and more pointless. This was my firm conclusion until I switched on the news. I gasped. Angelica's mother, my aunt Charlotte, was found dead in her chair this morning.
a/n: Now, I shall proceed to not update for a week until I get some decent reviews. I know, this story's depressing and I turned all the girls into punks AND I killed off Angelica's mom, but stay with me here, I think it's supposed to get better. Wait...I KNOW it's supposed to get better. And it will...stay tuned...