AN/: Why, hellooo there! Its SOOO nice to see yoooou heeerree!~

I mean, you took the time to click on that weird title of this weird story….

And I thank you! Anywaaay, I already have a story of Fullmetal Alchemist going on here, and its unfinished… o.o'.

Well, I just want to be able to expand my other ideas of the same Manga/Anime series, rather than sticking to one, and letting my other ideas go to waste… because what I have In mind, is well, NOT like my other story…. Its like a crossover between wooorllds~~…. Ah, I hope that wasn't a major spoiler.. And, this is an idea that I actually WROTE down on paper…. And, I knew it could become more than just simple scribbles… Its technically an EVERYTHING I KNOW based Story.. I actually really like this idea, because I think its.. Original.. Well, I haven't read anything like it, so… Hopefully, it becomes as good as my mind wants it to be!

Uhh, well, that's about it! ON WITH THE FIRST CHAPTAAAR!…

…"BUUZ! BUUZ! BUZZ! BUZZ! BUZZ!-"

I groaned, and rolled over, curling up into a tighter ball. SHRIMP FORMATION! I wished for more sleep. I NEEDED the extra 5 minutes, so I could have a valid reason for complaining later on in the day.

Oh, how I so hated mornings.

"Hey! Suz'! Wake up, Its time for school!"

My Mom said from my doorway, as I grumbled a, "Yeah…! Okay…"

I laid there, blinking rapidly, and swirling my eyes around, it actually helps me wake up, because my eyes are the hardest part of getting up to greet the World, for me…. When my eyeballs are tired, I'M tired…

And right now, MY EYEBALLS WERE TIRED.

"Aargh… Fiiine.. Gettin' up…" I told myself, as I swung the covers off, and instantly regretted the action. It was freezing in here! Dang, is the air on?

I looked over, and sure enough, heard the guttural, wheezy cry of my ancient Air Conditioner.

That thing probably weighs a ton. Exaggeration It weighs a MIILION tons.

Yeah. That sounds about right.

But there was no time to contemplate the multiple death scenarios that my Ancient Cold-Blooded Killer AC could create. I had to get ready for School.

And so I did. You know, the usual. Get up, race to the bathroom at the steady pace of a 80-year old Zombie, and take a shower, shied away from the spider crawling on the inside of your shower wall, until you must resort to either killing it, and mourn its death, creating a grave and an Artificial Church Bell, or sparing it, and watch its every move like a hawk. (PUN!)

Next on this so-called Morning Ritual", is Getting dressed…. Simple enough, walk around naked, with the pride of a Lion, (PUN!) with the towel wrapped around your hair, and look for random clothes that don't match, because, well.. Just because. That, and the Earths Magnetic pull, doesn't contribute towards the effort I have in "pulling" out the right kind of shirt and jeans…

Anyway, back to the basics.

I got dressed, check, now, I need some HYGENE!~

Brushed my Teepher's, and wondered what would happen if I just ATE the toothpaste. Would silent-but-deadly farting be less of a problem? I mean, the overwhelming smell of Peppermint is better than the overwhelming smell of Methane gas that sneaks out of your crack.

Hey. Me logic. Its not very girly, I assure you.

Brushing my hair, is different. I lose wads, upon wads, upon WADS, of dirty blonde strawberry brown EVERYTHING hair.

I scoffed as I looked at my face in the mirror. Pimple one, and Pimple two, were getting down with it, this morning it seems. I mean, they already HAVE three kids… Right on my nose, they are. Small little ones, not yet a problem like, YOU KNOW WHO. Well , HE WHO SHALL NOT BE NAMED.

Yes, I do indeed name my Pimples. And YES, they have a Soap Opera every Thursday to Saturday night, at Eight.

After a very deep discussion about how I should go about my day, I finally landed back on my bed, putting my pink and black Converse on. Oh, so CLICHÉ.

I smiled to myself, as I got out my tablet from the far reaches of my Desk, where Odd goings on happen around Noon.

I clicked the button, and the home screen appeared along with the password bar, showing me the 12 different regenerations of The Doctor, in black, and in slides. It was beautiful, I thought, as I quickly typed in the words, "Matt Smith" immediately clicking on Youtube. I continued listening to some awesome tunes, by Owl City, 21 Pilots, and Fall Out Boy.

But then Mom called from her seat on the couch in the living room, telling me it was getting close to time for the Bus to arrive.

I slid my Hershey headphones down to my neck, before realizing that I needed to TAKE THEM OFF, not sit there look cool. I shoved them off me, managing to choke my hair In the process. I only muttered a few choice things, and untangled my rather short hair from the Salad Tongs, called Head Huggers.

Headphone poles. Speaker Sticks?… Vibrating Round things!…

I've given up on Life.

Eventually, I made my way to the Doorway to the Amazing World of Gumball. Joking, joking. I wish. That shows amazing.

Twisting my backpack to a more comfortable place, on my COUCH, sitting on the arm of the green chair always filled with newspapers and magazines. And my cat, Tiger. He's such a cutie.

Mom told me a few things to ask for and about when I got to school, knowing I'd forget.

Well, I'd forget her telling me NOT to forget, thus, STILL FORGETTING.

I simply nodded, and tried to stuff the requests into the deep receding recesses of my Mind.

…. Mmm.. Reese's….

There I go, thinking of food.

Before mom could scold me about the, "MMMMMM" look on my face, I heard the squealing of the bus's tires, before seeing the actual yellow vehicle screech to a short halt at the edge of my gravel road.

I ran out the door, slinging my arm into the crook of the loop of my TARDIS blue backpack, and ran out, slamming the screen door shut, my other flat-faced cat, Gizmo, escaping.

Mom yelled 'Bye!" and "Love you, be safe!". I simply raised a hand up, in a farewell, as I continued jogging my way to the bus door.

Stepping up the blue and black stairs to the aisle's, I greeted the Bus-Driver, Mike, with a 'Hello, Mornin'!' and he replied with the same. I walked through the thin aisle between the two long sections of seats. Filled with kids to 6, to 18.

Let me get this straight. This is how OUR bus system works.

There are three sections. The first section, for the Droolers, Book Destroyers, and Little-A-Holes. All about 7 to 10. Then there's the Middle section, where you would occasionally find me in, with the Semi-Nerds, Gamers, and Want-To-Be-Teenagers.

The Droolers, and the rest of the Top Section, can only if ever come through here, if they are a certain age, or rank. You get ranked, if your liked by the Middle, or the Lower. Depending on your status, the Firsties roam about, trying to find a suitable place to sit, with or without a PMSing Teen, to pester, or fellow Firstie.

The Lower section, which I technically ranked, AS, is filled with the Unprofessional Comedians, Perverts, Intimidating Cheaters, and the sometimes little Brother or Sister.

Firsties cant come to the lower, unless Ranked High, Middles can move to the back, if liked, and accepted, or just pushes through. The Middle section are Federalist's, who go ALL for the unsaid Rules of 'Where-You-Sit', and tell off the Firsties who dare the stumble back to the Lower, because lack of seats.

So, that's how my Bus works. I know its different everywhere, but when you've been on this certain bus as long as I have, you'd have learned how everything foes down by now.

I saw my cousin Jacob, in the Beginning of the Middle section, in the seat right beside the Emergency Exit door, and empty space.

I shrugged, and plopped down beside him, after waiting a bit for him to move his backpack and leg, since I hardly if ever sit with him anymore. I just sit with him for the mean time, until my Bus Buddy Carrie gets on.

I said hey, and he replied the same, and only continued listening to music, and editing his 'Only-To-Me-Funny' Memes.

When Carrie got on, along with her little brother, Tex. Or, as also know as Little Man. Don't ask, because I was too afraid to question it myself, so I have no idea why.

I move over to an empty seat, and place myself on the inner side, and Carrie sits beside me, practically collapsing onto her backpack when she put it in her lap. Well, it'd be a boring start of a morning, that's for sure.

I only sat there, watching the trees, fields filled with cows grazing, pass across my vision in a Fast Forward motion, through the thick glass of the window, wishing I'd of brought my headphones with me, without getting angry at them for chomping on my hair, with there Selfie Sticks…

After the bus came to another heart-stopping squelch, the Most of the Lower, and few Middle exited throughout the small entry way of the thin automatic doors.

I hopped out, jumping over the last step, crossing across the grass before they put the High School Law of, 'No-Stepping-On-The-Grass' that same morning.

Smiling to myself, trying to make this day a bit better, even if it was a Monday. I walked to the three large sets of huge glass and metal bared doors, that were held open by an angelic young man. Oh, so polite. I said thank you, and went on my way, through those large doors, and through ANOTHER set of doors exactly like it, then entering the main school lobby, filled with Concession stands, and glass walls locked off, Trophies' of all kinds stuck inside, for us to admire and envy.

I walked briskly past them, seeing as Jacob was already far in front of me, and deciding to leave him be, I went back to my slow walk, staring at everything I passed, or passed me. Nothing out of the normal.

Looking inside the Cafeteria, the loud, obnoxious murmur of more then 200 people talking at once filled the air, making me choke as more than enough perfume and cologne filtered through my lungs.

Wading my way around Freshman, Sophomores', like myself, few Seniors and Juniors, greeting my side acquaintance, Summer, then continuing on my way, sitting down after contemplating my spot. I had several choices, but I wont get too deep into the matter, because a certain voice in my head is telling me people wouldn't like it.

Insanity? I THINK NOT.

I scanned the crowded area in front of me, seeing a not so to large a line for breakfast, and couldn't find my Best Friend Gwen. I didn't see Lillie either. She normally got here first, because her Mom drops her off, or her bus is earliest or earlier than most, so she's normally here by now. She'd be on Pinterest, no doubt. She's found it very interesting, lately.

I shrugged more than once that morning, and waited.

Waiting sucks. That's what I learned. Seeing people raise up from their seats, and head out the large doors, told me it was time to go to First Block. For me it was Choir. I loved Choir, because our Teacher, Mrs. Puckett, was AMAZING. She is the most fun, tolerant teacher in the UNIVERSE. I expected a lot worse, but she actually met far beyond my expectations! Compliments!

I got up as well, groping for my backpack, and noticed it wasn't where I'd put it last. I swear, I put it here. I know I did. GREAT. Mom always freaks out over lost Mid-Terms, and Books, and Socks and Shoes.

Oh my.

Shaking my head, I searched all over for it, and felt someone tap on my shoulder, just as I was about to start crawling below the gum covered undersides of the Tables.

I looked up to see my friend Natalie, said NAH-TA-LEE-AAH.

Not NAH-TAH-LEE. Kay'? M'Kay.

"Hey, did you hear? The Intercom called for you earlier… They said something about the Library, and that you needed to go there…."

She said, pointing a thumb over to the gaping doors, that showed the plain grey white and red hallway.

"Oh!.. Really?… Why would they need me there…? Did I miss something?.. A meeting, maybe?"

Natalie shrugged, and mumbled a "I don't know.." before waving bye and patting me on the arm, walking away out with her other friends to her first class. I only sighed, and looked back to the tables, biting my lip.

I'd look for it later… Maybe someone accidentally took it?.. Yeah. Maybe. They'll turn it in, if that's the case.

I made my way out the doors, and into the hallway, turning to my right, and down the long expanse, to turn left, skimming my fingers along the blue lockers, and the white walls, until I cut across the corner again, almost sprinting to the right, and into the Gym, through the Gym, turn left again, down the Side of the Lobby, and into another section of hallway, where I could see the Windows to the Library. It was dark. And I hadn't even contemplated how late I would be to Mrs. Puckett's class. Should I of gone to tell her before I'd ran off here?.. Well, hopefully she heard it, or someone else did and told her… Cause' I do NOT want to get in even more trouble as it is…. Well, if I was in trouble anyway.

Looking more directly into the windows, I noticed that the lights weren't even on. If the Intercom told me to come here, then why were the lights off?… That told that no one was in there, and the Library has yet to be open for students and staff alike. Walking closer, I saw two figures near the door, and upon closer inspection, figured out that it was Gwen and Lillie.

"..Hey! Guys! Over here! What're you two doing here?"

I yell out, not as loud, but still loud enough for them both to hear. Gwen turned, and waved me over, a weird look on here face. I jogged over, a bit out of breath from wandering around, and yelling. Gwen then tugged on my jacket sleeve, and pointed into the dark abyss of the High School Library.

"Look,"

I looked to where she pointed , with an eyebrow raised. And saw a faint glow, of that of a Screen off a Laptop, I assumed was sitting on one of the many blue marble chestnut wood lined tables. Hey, them be very pretty elbow rests.

I tilted my head, and squinted, taking a few steps forward ,wanting to see it more clearly, but Gwen yanked me back, and I stumbled, hissing out at the sudden forceful tug.

"Hey! What was that for?..!"

"Hush! Listen…"

I grumbled a bit, and listened anyway, actually curious as to what this was about. I heard words, small, whispered words, among several people, I guessed. Are they… In there? In the Library?… Then why are the lights out?.. Is this a surprise? Do they not want us to see them?…

I looked back to Gwen and Lillie, and saw Lillie get a concentrated face, and Gwen take a few steps forward like I did, a few seconds ago.

"Oh, so YOU get to walk closer, when just a little bit ago, it was CRIME! That I apparently was called for… "

I said out loud, rather than thought, and Lillie shushed me, in a irritated, amused way.

I grumbled again, and hunched over. More words were spoken.

Gwen walked hesitantly to the doorway, and just flat out called out.

"Hey! Anyone there? Hello!.."

No answer. She sighed, and turned back to us, shrugging, then turning back, I thought she'd call out again, but she just BARRLED right through the doors, then ran back in grabbing me, as I wailed, not wanting to in just yet, or well, not wanting to be DRAGGED just yet, and Lillie followed, deadpanning.

I squirmed, until I just gave up, as we all three walked around, the hushed voices quieting, but was still there. Gwen finally found the light switch, after I had tripped into as many as 4 chairs. I know I heard chuckles.

But when Gwen flipped the light switch, the bulbs flickered, and light spread across the big, molding book-smelled room, in flashes, before going out completely. But not before we all glimpsed the many people surrounding us.

WE all yelped, or gasped in surprise, and I stumbled back, as a certain… Being… I knew was sitting on the table right in front of me. I bumped into what I though was Gwen, and yelped, turning back, to hear a deep, beautiful Voice, laced with a thick British accent, apologize, and I stammered, walking backwards again, bumping into what I thought wasn't Gwen, but was Gwen.

I screamed, and she slapped me.

"AHH-! OOW! THE HECK?! PERSON I CANT SEE, WHY DID YOU SLAP ME!" I yelled out, my voice raised octaves as I was screaming my head off, holding my sore face. She literally SHOVED her HAND in my FACE.

Gwen went, "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, are you okay?" And I only groaned, but remembered the situation at hand. And Gwen did as well. We both backed up, towards what I felt was empty space, and we both nudged into someone, and yelled in unison,

"AH! WHO'RE YOU WHO'RE YOU WHO'RE YOU?!" And flailed, our long sleeved shirt and jackets smacking whoever was behind us, in the face as we freaked out. Well, Gwen just jumped a bit, as she noticed who it was.

It was Lillie.

"Guys! What the hell..?! Calm down!"

I gasped.

"Calm down?! HOW CAN I CALM DOWN! WE'RE IN DARKNESSM AND I CANT SEE! I hate not seeing! And we are surrounded by… By.. BY PEOPLE!"

I said loudly, crossing my arms, looking around in vain, with an irritated face, as Gwen hit me on the arm, scolding me for yelling again.

"Lillie's right, calm down!"

I only rolled by eyes, and Gwen hit me again.

"UH, Ow! How did you even SEE me?!.."

"..Night vision…"

I blinked a few times, and before I could reply, the murmuring grew louder, until it was as if, those were around us, circling us, debating on something important.

Suddenly, the room was filled with light, after a long silence, and We all turned around, for we were looking away from the many tables. We blinked, our eyes adjusting to the new change.

And every known single Anime in the World, was right there. Be it in tiny jars, floating in crystal balls, or on tiny 3Dimesnional screens, projected by an unseen force, or sitting right there, on the tables. In chairs, on the floor, or on the ceiling.

How we knew?… Oh.. We knew.. It doesn't take a Fangirl long to notice the difference between Reality, and Cosplay.

And they were REAL. We just couldn't believe it.

They stared, motionless. And I had the utmost urge.. To reach out, and grasp whatever thing was closest to me, to see if it was real or not. I just had to know. This was a dream come true, for ANY Fangirl. But.. Why did it feel so terrifying?…

AN:/….. Uhhhh… Well then! Okay , I know the beginning is suuuper duppper long, and not that really interesting, but since I'm too lazy to copy down my paper-written Fanfiction, I just decided to wing it, and re-write it all via Memory!… Hoped you like Via Memory!… And I do not own anything.. Like, Legit. Gwen, Lillie, WELL, I THINK I WON ME, IM STILL NOT SURE, BUT… But Gwen and Lillie are themselves, real people. My best friends, and my high school, and bus Layout. Real. But, the way I see it… And… I just hope.. I'm not.. RUSHING.. This, or, I'm being too slow.. If.. Anyone, could review, bad or good, please tell me if you liked it, and If its okay this way… I really would like that! But you don't have to if you don't want to! Just seeing people read what I write , is good enough for me… Well, ciao for now, my awesome Readers!