Hika-chan-YAY! I finally decided to make a Poptropica fanfiction!

Mika-And...?

Hika-chan-I'm the reason you exist.*death glare*

Mika-Okay, but nothing stupid better happen to me, or else you know you'll get knocked into next month.

Hika-chan-Y-Yes!

Disclaimer:

Nat-*Sweatdrops* Well, anyways, Hikari doesn't own Poptropica. If she did...

Everyone-*Trails off into thoughts*

Mizu-*Walks into room* She's gonna get you for calling her by her name.

Hika-chan-*Death glare*

She said her goodbyes, and her true life started.

Fortunately, with having a job at thirteen and a lot of loans, I was able to afford a plane ticket to Poptropica. When I was sitting in the airport, waiting for flight thirteen to be called, I looked into the mirror that was sitting on my right. It was a plain old mirror that was glued onto the side of a service desk.

I watched my reflection. What I saw was a skinny girl that was about 5' 3'' sitting down in khaki cargo shorts and a white t-shirt. She had on blue flip-flops and was staring back at me intently, her green eyes sparkling in contrast to her tanned skin. Her shiny gray hair reaching her shoulders.

Yup, that's me: Mika Matthews. Nobody needs to know my whole life story, but let me tell you why a thirteen year old is sitting at the airport. Okay, my mom's British, and green eyes runs in the family. My dad's Indian and every two generations, a kid from his side gets gray hair. My parents are brilliant astrophysicist that knew what they wanted to do since they were my age.

All my friends know what they want to be, but I don't. They ask me, "You want to be an astrophysicist like your parents, or maybe a doctor?" and other annoying questions. I don't really know, and so I decided to travel to find my true calling. Sounds cheesy, doesn't it?

My parent let me do it because, knowing how carefree, weird, and yet awkwardly awesome they are, they let me, their only daughter, travel the world by herself. I decided to go to Poptropica 'cause I heard rumors about cool stuff happening there.

I blinked as they called flight thirteen over the intercom. At first, I didn't move, then, after my brain had processed what was going on, I jumped out of my seat, and ran for it.

I gave the lady my ticket and walked through into the plane. I found my seat, (which was by a window!) and sat down, staring out of it. It was supposed to take three hours to get to Poptropica, and it was already eleven. So when I looked out the window, all I saw was darkness and a few blinking lights. And during the flight, just darkness.

Well, anyways, I had two empty seats next to me until this random stranger that had a seat by me sat down. He had spiky rusty blonde hair and blue eyes. He had on baggy jeans and a polo shirt. He looked to be about twenty. I raised my eyebrow at him as he sat and turned back to the window. He seemed kind of familiar, but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

The pilot announced that we were taking flight and I felt all excited. The small television in front of me turned on and I plugged in my ear plugs. I found that the Baby Looney Toons show was on all night so I watched it the whole time.

When it was getting close to one, I started feeling sleepy. And the creepy guy next to me noticed. He pulled out his ear plugs out of his ears and asked me, "Hey, you gonna fall asleep?" I looked at him, trying to keep my eyelids from falling. "N-No," I yawned. That was a total lie. I couldn't take it anymore. My eyelids drooped over and I fell asleep.

I woke up because someone disturbed my sleep. "Hey, wake up," said the creepy dude's voice. He nudged me again and again until finally… "SHUT THE HELL UP!" I got a giant plastic hammer out of nowhere and bonked the man on his head. "Youch!" he recoiled into his chair and rubbed his head. "What was that for?" he asked.

"Never. Wake. Me. Up. AGAIN!" I told him. He flinched, saying, "Okay, but the plane just landed, and we gotta get off." I looked around. No one else was in the plane.

I smiled sheepishly and walked out of my seat as the other guy got up. We walked to the luggage pick up and introduced ourselves. "I'm Nathaniel Booker, and you are…?" he introduced, holding out his hand. "Matthews, Mika Matthews." I said, feeling kind of bored. Although, the weirdo, wait, Nat, did remind me of someone. Eh, I don't have such a great memory. I can't even remember what I was watching on the plane's TV before I fell asleep.

We picked up our luggage and headed outside, ya know, where cars pick people up. I looked around. I had three hundred bucks in my bag, and I needed a taxi and somewhere to stay. I yawned as Nat waved over in the direction of an incoming car. "Who's picking you up?" I asked through my yawn. "Oh, a friend of mine." He replied with a grin. The car pulled up in front of us and I heard a door slam shut as a man with brown hair came up to greet with Nat.

I stared at him the way I did when I first met Nat in the plane. He noticed me and bent down to meet with my eyes. "And who is this cutie?" he asked in a baby voice. I saw Nat try to warn his friend, but it was too late. BAM. Another strike to the head. "I see…!" the guy muttered. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Nice to meet you, I'm Wallace."

"Mika." I said intently. I saw Nat's face light up as if he just thought of something. He turned to me with a questioned face. "Don't you need someplace to stay, Mika?" he asked. I nodded. "You can stay with me!"

I backed away several steps.

Nat sweatdropped. "N-No, I'm not going to do anything to you, I'm not a pedophile or a perv." He stuttered out. I came closer, feeling a little relaxed. "Any catches?" I asked. Nat thought for a while, and then had a brief conversation with Wallace, and finally said to me, "No."

He had a weird smile on his face…it worried me.

So, we loaded into the car, all the luggage in the trunk. Wallace was driving, Nat was sitting in the passenger seat, and I was sitting in the back behind them. "So, you're from here?" I asked Nat. "Oh, no. I'm from America, but I moved here. And I just came back from visiting my uncle." Nat explained.

I looked through the window at the street lights and all the buildings. "So, where are we?" I asked. "We are on Early Poptropica Island. This whole continent is made up of islands." Wallace said, stealing Nat's prize of explaining.

I gazed around at the surroundings we were passing by so quickly. My eye lids constantly fell, but I tried to stay awake. I didn't usually stay up late. Well, not until three in the morning that is. Probably two thirty and I would be knocked out. But, my brain needed its rest, so I finally admitted defeat, slumping back in the seat as I heard Nat snicker. When I woke up, I was gonna knock him into next month.

Well, when the car stopped, I was awoken by Wallace gently, and I smacked Nat. of course, he wondered what that was for, but I know he knew. I got out of the car, grabbed my luggage, and finally realized that we were standing in front of the biggest house I would ever see in my lifetime. It was a huge mansion that looked like it had fifty rooms. It was in circle, like it was in the middle and gates closed around it. A fountain was in front of the mansion, so really, it was like any movie mansion.

My mouth dropped at it and Nat pushed my jaw back up. "Like?" he asked. I nodded. "See, and in here, I couldn't even get close to you since you're gonna be in a different wing than me." He added as he prodded his chin. "Plus, I think I'll get lost looking for your room."

I sweatdropped and proceeded to walk in as Wallace opened the door. A bunch of people (maids, butlers, some other peoples) lined up in the path of the door. "Welcome back, Nathaniel!" they all greeted with smiles. I wondered why people would actually work for this dude. Wallace's phone started ringing and he stepped back outside as he said, "Hello." Meanwhile, Nat greeted all of his employees and told one of them to take our luggage up to our rooms. I guessed the maid would decide where my room was going to be.

I just stood there and looked around the place. It was huge! Okay, picture it like this: very, very large room with a door on either side and a door for the front, and then in the back of the room, a staircase that splits into two different directions. The main room, which we were in, was all sparkly and clean. There was an occasional small table that had a picture on it or something.

Soon, Wallace came back in and whispered something to Nat. At first, Nat looked surprised, but then he just smiled. Boy, does this dude creep me out or what? After a while, the crowd of maids, butlers, and other people dispersed. One maid came up to me and smiled. She was an elderly lady with warm eyes and a heart lifting smile.

"It has been so long…" she muttered. "What?" I asked her politely, wondering what she was talking about. "Oh, it is nothing miss. Now, may I give you a tour and show you to your room?" the maid asked me. "Yes, please. Oh, and may I know your name? I am Mika." I introduced. The elderly lady smiled. "I am Elizabeth. Pleased to meet you."

I smiled and we made our way. Elizabeth gave me a tour of the whole entire mansion. I couldn't believe that such an old lady could remember all this, but Nat couldn't. I would have been surprised if I could remember. We stopped by several places, such as Nat's room, the kitchen, plenty of bathrooms, offices, two libraries, and a home theater. There was a lot more, but, I'm sure I'll run into them at some time.

We finally stopped at my room. I opened the door and saw that the whole room was pink, filled with a bunch of girly stuff. This was NOT gonna work. My vein bulged, but I kindly said farewell and thanked Elizabeth before I closed the door and screamed. "What does this dude think I am?" I questioned loudly to no one in particular.

I found a huge garbage bag by the trashcan and started stuffing anything pink into it: curtains, pillows, the bed sheets, and the teddy bears. Then, I opened up my room door, and jolted out in search of the supply closet. I know we passed one, and I was sure there was some other color of paint in there. I saw Nat around a corner and kidded to a stop in front of him. "Oh there you are!" he exclaimed happily.

I slapped him and kicked him in the shin before taking off again.

"YOUUUUCH!"

That felt a lot better. I jolted around corners, scaring plenty of maids and butlers. Soon, I found the thing I was looking for: the legendary supply closet. Eh, it just sounds cool that way. I opened the door, turned on the light, and grabbed a bunch of paint rollers and brushes. I looked through the cans of assorted paints and finally found a reasonable color: forest green. I grabbed two cans of the color paint and calmly walked out of the room, closing the door behind me, feeling sort of accomplished.

I fell. Because I walked into something.

I fell onto the floor and the paint cans smashed open, splattering all over me and the ground. "Whoa, you okay?" asked a familiar voice. I looked up angrily to see Nat looking down at me. He held out his hand, and I, with a grudge, accepted it in getting up. I looked down at my clothing, that were now covered in green.

"What are you doing with that stuff?" he asked, ignoring the fact that he might be slapped again like earlier. I calmed myself down. "I DON'T like my room, so I was gonna remodel it." I said, taking a deep breath. "Oh!" Nat said, waving his hand and petting me on the head, making it even harder to suppress the anger. "I'll just get my employees to do it. It should be ready by tomorrow morning if they work all night, so, stay with Elizabeth." He explained with his usual smile.

All my anger disappeared as I remembered the kind old lady. "Hey, she said that it has been so long. You know, when she saw me, she said that." I told Nat. He grinned playfully. "That's because she's our grandma, silly!" he exclaimed.

My jaw dropped as I gazed at Nat. "OUR GRANDMA!" I shouted. "Our? So we're…?" I started blabbing. Nat nodded. "Don't you remember me, I'm the reason why you have the personality you have," he explained. Then, I remembered why he seemed familiar at first. I was a baby, and he often played with me, I think he was seven. He was by my side twenty four/seven. We had a strong relationship. He showed me how I should defend myself, and when he was being mean, I would have slapped him playfully on the head.

Memories floated into my mind. How could I have forgotten? He was like a brother to me. Tears started forming in my eyes, and I looked at the ground so he wouldn't see. "So…" I sniffled. "Grandma was always watching us right?" I asked. "Yup."

"Why is she working for you?"

"She's not. She's just visiting because she worries about me a lot." Nat said in a calm voice. The first time I heard him talk with such care in his voice. My tears spilled out of my eyes and I started to sob. I hugged Nat so hard; he probably couldn't have been able to breathe. But even so, he hugged me back. I looked up at him and said, "This doesn't change the fact that I'm still gonna hurt you."

"I know. I've been with you for most of my life, and knowing I sort of taught you martial arts, which I kind of regret now, I know what to expect," he replied. I grinned.

Hika-chan-Did you enjoy? Please review, it is very important to me so I know if I should continue!

Cast of story-PLEASE REVIEW! WE WANT TO LIVE!

Mika-Hika-chan, I just noticed something.

Hika-chan-What?

Mika-YOU MADE SOMETHING EMBARRASSING HAPPEN TO ME!

Mizu-*Sweatdrops as Mika starts throwing things* Thank you! R&R!