Hi, it's me with another story. For all the fans of The Water Avatar, I'm really sorry about not updating, but I've just lost interest in working on it. Plus, high school and a lot of story ideas generally don't do well together. Anyway, here is my first Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs story. I don't own anything from there (unfortunately). All I own is Crystal and anyone/thing not in the movie. Please read and review, but no flames. Any, and all, flames will be fed to the mayor (and we all know we don't want that).
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My name is Crystal Lockwood. My dad is Flint Lockwood, the inventor who created food weather, flying car, and the monkey thought translator. And my mom is Sam Lockwood, the weatherwoman. This is a story about my adventures in the small town of Chew and Swallow (yes, they kept the name).

For my sixth birthday my dad took me on a tour of his lab. Ever since I was old enough to understand his job of an inventor, I'd been begging to be taken there. During the tour, he explained every light, every button, every switch, and every little doodad. A third of it I didn't understand, even though he did his best to translate it so a six-year old could comprehend it. Another third I'm sure I forgot by the end. But the remaining third was enough to get me hooked.

Over the next year, with my begging, my dad explained most of his inventions to me. No matter how much I tried, he wouldn't tell me about the one that made food weather, but it didn't matter to me. By the time I was seven, my dad and grandpa had built me a lab of my own. It was smaller, but perfect for anyone my size. When I was eight, I had finally built my own invention…

"The animal speech translator!" I announced, facing my audience, which was my third grade class. I had worked hard to finish my invention before school ended because third grade was the last chance I had for show-and-tell. Standing up here made me feel like I was an actual inventor, just like my dad.

"Why should animals be limited to just sharing their thoughts? With my invention, they can talk to us, animal to human." I held up Steve, my dad's pet monkey. The animal speech translator looked as same as the thought translator, but it was all blue and it didn't need a headband.

"Okay Steve," I said, pushing a bit of my dark brown hair from in front of my eyes, "what is your favorite food?" Nothing came out of the translator. "I said 'what is your favorite food?' " Again, nothing came out of the translator.

I faced my class nervously, fiddling with my glasses. "I-I guess it's having some problems today." They started laughing.

"Apparently, she's just as lame as her father," Heather, the mayor's daughter, whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. Again, the whole class, except Chicken Brent's daughter, Gwen, laughed. My blue-green eyes filled with tears. This was quickly becoming the worst day of my life, all because of my being an inventor, or at least trying to be one.

"Yeah," One of Heather's friends, Justin, agreed, "She's a nerd." The bell rang, and, one by one, my class filed out for recess. Gwen gave me a sympathetic glance as she followed the teacher, who was now holding Steve.

I took off my glasses and stared at them. Even though I never needed them to see, I wore my glasses because my mom wore them, too, and, to me, pretty much anything my parents did was cool. Plus they made me feel smart. But today, feeling smart had led to the worst day of my life. Wiping away the tears, I threw my glasses in the garbage. I was done with being an inventor. When I was finished, I ran outside towards Gwen, the only one who didn't laugh at me.

"Hey, Gwen!" I called. "Can I play with you?"

She turned around. "Sure, but what happened to your glasses?"

"I threw them away."

"Why?"

"I don't want to be an inventor anymore."

"Okay. Do you want a cookie? I have two." Gwen held one up to me.

"Sure." I grabbed the cookie and sat down with Gwen. From now on, I thought, no one's ever going to call me a nerd again.