Authoress's Note: Hi everyone, I'm Sky. This is my first Animorphs fanfiction, so... yeah. Basically, it takes place when Erek was pretending to be four years old, but that's just for the first four chapters. Then it skips ahead nine years to when he and his friend Tessa are in eighth grade. PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE read and review! I love constructive critiscm, but please no flaming. Thanks! :D Enjoy!
My Best Friend Is An Android
Chapter One: First Day Of Preschool
(Erek's POV)
"Hello, everyone! My name is Miss Davidson!" The teacher's too-cheerful voice echoed throughout the room. "I just know we're going to have an absolutely fantastic year together. I hope we can all be friends!"
I suppressed a sigh. This routine again.
Actually, this was the first time I had actually been to preschool. The last time I had been posing as a four-year-old was in 1946, and children didn't usually attend preschool then. But I had been to kindergarten, and the teachers acted the same.
"Now, children, I'm going to read you all a story. How does that sound?"
"YAY!!" the little kids exclaimed. I groaned silently to myself.
The teacher picked up a storybook with lots of colorful pictures. I set my hologram so that I would appear to be interested, and turned on the Chee-net. It's basically like a chat room. You can communicate with other Chee, even if they're not in the same building as you. Of course, when the Chee-net is on, you are oblivious to the real world.
I noticed that Chee-Kolee and Chee-Retep were both logged on. The two of them were my best friends. Kolee (whose human name was Lourdes) was currently posing as a homeless street person, and Retep (whose human name was Daniel) was currently posing as my father. Weird, huh?
By the way, my name's Chee-Shanos. You can call me Erek.
Welcome to the Chee-net! You are currently in range to communicate in the ________, California thread. There are currently 3 Chee logged onto this thread. Have a nice day!
Chee-Shanos: help me! i'm being subjected to cruel and unusual torture!
Chee-Kolee: what's wrong?
Chee-Retep: erek is in school right now.
Chee-Shanos: i'm being forced to listen to a storybook. and it's got lots of pictures!
Chee-Kolee: ha ha. what's it about?
Chee-Shanos: i don't know. i didn't even wait to hear the first word. there was a
picture of a rabbit on the front, though.
Chee-Kolee: well, at least you're actually in a building, with a roof over your
head. i hate living in a cardboard box.
Chee-Retep: hey, in your previous life you were an extremely rich movie star. it
evens out.
Chee-Kolee: i guess.
Chee-Retep: by the way, erek, do you happen to know whether or not we have any
more milk left?
Chee-Shanos: i don't know and i really don't care. but if you're going to the store,
get some more mountain dew, will ya?
Chee-Retep: you drink too much mountain dew as it is.
Chee-Shanos: um, excuse me? i'm a chee. it's not like it's bad for me or anything.
Chee-Retep: normal four-year-olds do not drink that much soda.
Chee-Shanos: i'm not a four-year-old.
Chee-Kolee: you've always acted like one.
Chee-Shanos: very funny, lourdes.
Chee-Retep: well, you are pretending to be a four-year-old. so you need to act like one. we don't
want people getting suspicious.
Chee-Shanos: yeah, yeah, whatever. you do a really good job of acting like a parent, daniel.
Chee-Retep: um… thanks?
Chee-Shanos: that wasn't a compliment.
Chee-Kolee: ugh. i said it before, but i absolutely hate living on the street.
Chee-Retep: at least you don't have to go to work and have some human yelling at you all day to "finish those reports!"
Chee-Shanos: neither of you have it as bad as me. i have to pretend to be a four-year-old all the time.
Chee-Kolee: umm… no comment.
Chee-Shanos: once again—very funny, lourdes. sorry, guys, i have to go now. i think the teacher
is finishing up the book.
I turned off the Chee-net and the real world snapped back into focus.
"… and so the little bunny and his mother lived happily ever after, isn't that lovely. Wasn't that a nice story, everyone?"
This time I couldn't hold back my sigh. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long, long day.
