A/N: Hi everyone! This story is a joint story, therefor it shall be written by a different author from chapter to chapter. The first chapter is written by Riza-San. The authors who are writing this fic are: Riza-San, Skyflight Erek's Loyalty, Kitypryde, and Purplestar Leader of awesome. Enjoy!
Chapter 1 – A Plan
I sighed and slumped down further in my seat as I saw the result of my Australian history test. D.
How was that even possible? I am Australian! Surely, Mrs Smith must have marked it wrong. Yeah, she must have. It was all her fault. Rotten Mrs. Smith...
I giggled randomly to myself. Rotten granny smith...
Unfortunately, I had forgotten that the whole class was told to keep a hundred percent quite while reading an article in our history books. I received numerous stares from the other students, who probably not only thought I sounded like Crocodile Dundee, but thought I was some sort of lunatic too.
"Would you like to share what you find so funny, Liz?"
"Well um... not really."
Mrs. Smith let it go. Luckily, too. Everybody knew that if you giggled in Mrs. Smith's class, then there was a good chance you would get an after school detention.
My name is Liz. I have got a last name, but I'm not going to share in case you're some sort of stalker. Right now, I'm an exchange student from Australia, living in a small town somewhere in America. Again, I'm not going to tell you where. I have my reasons, as you will very soon find out.
The bell rang and students made their way out of the classroom. School was over. And it was about time, too. I couldn't stand to be in a class where I fail a test on Australian history. Or where students ask if kangaroos live in my back garden or if I knew how to use a boomerang, for that matter.
I made my way over to my locker and stuffed in the books I didn't need for homework tonight. Which by the looks of how much homework I did happen to have, it looks as if I wouldn't need to to stuff many books in my locker today.
"Hey Liz!"
I jumped about five feet into the air. Like most people, I really, really hate being sneaked up on. So it isn't the fact that American accents scare me, if that was what you were wondering.
I spun around to see Laurie standing there, a puzzled look on her face. She was probably wondering why I jumped five meet.
"Oh... hi," I replied, and slammed my locker shut. Except it didn't want to close. So I slammed it again. And again. And again. Laurie stood there patiently until I was finished.
"What's up?" I asked.
"There's a club meeting at Tabitha's house tonight. Can you make it?"
Hmmm, let's see. Homework, or meeting? Well, if I didn't hand in my homework tomorrow, I would be dead meat. But then again, I didn't really feel like doing it. In the end, going to a club meeting sounded a lot more appealing than algebra. Oh gosh, I hate algebra.
"Yeah," I confirmed, "I can make it."
Now before I go any further, I should probably explain what the club is. We are the Erek Fan Club. If anybody doesn't know who Erek is, then shame on you. He's possibly the most awesome character in the history of characters from the Animorphs book series.
Basically, we are fan girls. Some people might say we need to find a new hobby, but we are crazy, so we really don't care. After all, we have to do something with our afternoons. And what a better way to spend them than to idolize the coolest fictional character ever.
There was four of us; me, Laurie, Tabitha and Savannah.
And in case you hadn't figured it out, I was talking to Laurie. Out of all of the club members, she was probably the one who came across as the most sane. She was the one who persuaded Mr. King not to press charges after what happened to his car. And when I say Mr. King, I'm not referring to Erek's father. Long story short, Tabitha thought it would be a marvelous idea if the club stalked Mr. King, who was a teacher at the school we all attended. Let's just say that things didn't go according to plan...
Laurie has sort of long, dark brown hair and the same color of eyes. Her complexion is light, and she also has freckles. Regarding her clothing style, she basically wears whatever she pulls out of her closet. This results in some very... "interesting" mix and match styles.
"So what's the meeting about?" I asked curiously, "We going to debating how cute Erek is again? Having a one-shot writing competition? Drawing fan art?" I was secretly hoping it wasn't fan art. I'm an awful drawer.
Laurie shrugged, "I'm not entirely sure. Although I'm pretty sure Tabitha and Savannah did say something about a great idea."
When those two cooked up a plan, I was never sure whether to feel extremely happy or scared for my life. But I'm a fan girl. Like a fisherman has given his life up to the sea, I have given my life up to fangirl-ism; as sad as that sounds. It's kind of like my job to go along with any Erek-related plans. Erek is, after all, completely cute and awesome.
Later that day, my host mother bought me a jar of Vegemite from the foreign food section of the supermarket, thinking I might be pleased by it. If you don't know what Vegemite is, then just imagine some overly-strong version of Marmite spread.
The sad thing is, just because I'm Australian, doesn't necessarily mean I like Vegemite. But of course, I accepted it all the same and pretended to be very grateful.
The thing I have honestly to be grateful for is today is the first day of my stay in America than I haven't been asked by numerous students if I've ever wrestled a crocodile. So I suppose that counts for something.
So anyway, I turned up at Tabitha's house that afternoon, bringing along the jar of Vegemite for no reason at all. When I got there, I was greeted by Savannah and Laurie. Both of who looked rather bored. Tabitha was nowhere to be seen.
"I have Vegemite!" I announced happily, and held up the jar.
"Vegemite?" asked Savannah, "the rip-off of Marmite?"
Savannah was another one of the fan girls. She has light brown hair and gray eyes. If there was one word I could use to describe her, it would be random. Very, very random. Sometimes she would quote something completely random from some completely random movie. Other times, she would only ever go as far as talking to herself.
"Yes," I confirmed, "But you see, in Australia, Marmite is the rip-off."
Savannah looked confused, but then quoted something from a movie which might have been funny if I had actually seen the movie she quoted the line from. Unfortunately, I hadn't seen it. So I just so we just stood there in silence, with the repetitive clicking noise of Laurie texting somebody on her cell phone in the background.
"So..." I began, "Where's Tabitha?"
Laurie shrugged, which looked a bit funny, because she multi-tasked it with texting, "Don't know. Something to do with this plan of hers."
"Do you know anything about this so-called plan?" I asked Savannah.
She grinned. "It's ingenious," she assured us, "In fact, it's probably our best plan yet!"
"And insane..." I muttered, hoping that we wouldn't get into any legal trouble from whatever plan they have thought up. Although, I was kind of excited too. Even though we were so close to getting into so much trouble after what happened with Mr. King's car, at least we had fun on than mission. Hopefully we would have fun on this mission, too.
"I have a plan!" announced Tabitha, as she burst through the door.
Tabitha was the last member of the fan club. Like Savannah, she could also be rather random sometimes. But then again, we're fan girls. We're meant to be random. So anyway, Tabitha has long, lightish brown hair, dark hazel eyes and she wears glasses. She also takes the word "obsession" to a whole new level. If you asked her what she was looking for in a guy, she would probably respond by saying, "Well, he has to be exactly like Erek..."
Laurie looked up curiously from her cell phone, and Savannah grinned a grin, as she knew very well what this so-called plan was. She was probably struggling to keep it to herself.
"Spill it already," I said, "I can't stand to wait any longer."
"Today marks a great day in history," said Tabitha proudly, "because today is the day we begin our quest to kidnap Erek."