-The MIA Chronicles-
By: Violet Dawson
Rating: PG, for MarySueism at it's best
Feedback: Yes please! Leave 'em here, or check my profile for various other ways to get a hold of me. (
Spoilers: Nope
Dedication: To Miss Anna who amazes me more every time I talk to her. Things will get better as they can't get much worse. Until then, escape to the MIA and rant to your friend who tries to be a good one.
Author's Notes: This is chapter one of MIA version 2.0 or something like that. It's been up for awhile now and I just wanted to go back through and add some details, pull some things together and the like. I'd ask you to give it a couple chapters before you make your final judgment about the story, as it picks up about chapter 3. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything already claimed by the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, I can't really say that I own Anna, Allyce or various other people that you'll meet in the story, as they are either my friends or MIA reviewers. Celeste, Jenna and the MIA itself are mine however, and you must ask before stealing.
Miss Donavan,
We are pleased to inform you of your recent acceptance to the training center of the MarySue Intelligence Agency (MIA)! We are sure you'll enjoy our world-renowned courses and facilities. And our experienced staff is known for their hospitality as well as their credentials. We know you'll find that MIA is the school for you! Included with this acceptance letter is your first semester course schedule. Please take some time to go over the course options we've selected, and once you reach the agency, any questions or concerns can be directed to our student affairs department (B101). Upon graduation you will have the opportunity to join our esteemed agency of MarySues. The MIA is recognized as the choice for Sues worldwide and we know you'll feel the same! Your ride will arrive in within five days from receipt of this letter. Please make any necessary arrangements to be ready at this time. We look forward to adding you to our student body for Spring Semester 2003!
Yours truly,
Celeste Clearwater
-founder and president of MIA-
Anna Donavan pushed light brown hair out of her blue eyes and smiled as she scanned over the letter again.
She had a good guess of who'd sent it; Jenna was forever sending her crazy things like this. Still, it made her smile. She made a mental note to thank her friend for the laugh when they met online later.
The girls lived a state and three hours away, but since they'd met last spring they were inseparable whenever they got together, much to the amusement of Anna's aunt, who also happened to be Jenna's neighbor.
That's how they'd met in the first place, a very bored Anna and the brilliant idea of her aunt to hook Anna up with "Jenna the neighbor girl". They'd hit it off splendidly and spent every waking hour of the weekend getting to know each other. Since then long distance had gotten rather expensive and so they'd set up online meetings several times a week.
Anna and Jenna would chat for hours about everything and nothing, but their favorite topics had to do with elves, mazokus and Buck, Jenna's stalker/fanboy.
Both girls' parents marveled at how long they could chat about basically nothing and how bad-tempered either one got if they missed a conversation. Forcing one of the girls to miss their "Anna or Jenna-fix" definitely had its consequences.
Lugging her backpack up the sidewalk to her front door and looking at her watch, Anna smiled; she'd managed to be on time for today's meeting, now it was simply a matter of getting past the family and to the computer.
Dodging parents ("don't you think you spend too much time online?") and physically pulling a sibling ("but Anna, I wanna play computer games!") away from the PC, Anna plopped herself in the computer chair and drummed her fingers on the desk as she waited impatiently for the Internet to connect.
Now, let's stop the story for a minute and look at the other. Jenna was another topic entirely; an only child who started college at sixteen, a lot of people thought it was genius or maybe a long run on fate's good side, but she knew better, it was all where she'd grown up.
If you'd seen her just a few months before, you'd have never recognized the girl standing in front of you, she was natural now; brown eyes and matching hair that she'd stopped dying right before she met Anna replaced the Barbie look she'd had before. But that's a story for another chapter and really the best way to see who Jenna is, would be to keep reading...
Jenna slammed her car into park and tried to jump out before she'd unbuckled. This did nothing but return her to the seat making "oof" noises. Trying again, this time remembering to unbuckle first, she escaped and raced for the front door. Raimer had kept her over at college again and now she was late for her meeting with Anna. Obviously he had never seen the ramifications of making her late for her Anna-fix.
She made it up the sidewalk, through the door and into the computer chair in record time, quite an amazing feat for someone who's just lost the battle with a seatbelt.
Being an only child with non-internet obsessed parents did have its advantages, while Anna had to fight siblings for computer time, all Jenna had to do was sit down and enjoy.
She idly picked up a pile of mail that was sitting on the kitchen counter while her computer logged on. Bill...bill...bill...junk mail...you've just won a million dollars...something from college...bill...Jenna stopped as she reached the last envelope in the otherwise dull stack.
It was a perfect shade of baby blue; a symbol with the letters 'MIA' inside graced the front. A similar logo was recreated on a seal on the back. Tiny, perfect printing announced that the contents were for her.
Amazingly enough, it was perfectly flat, not a even crease in the corners, which may not seem odd until you'd seen the job the post office had done on the rest of their mail.
Numbly reaching for a letter opener and carefully sliding it under the seal, Jenna watched detachedly as a packet folded inside another baby blue sheet fall to her lap. Carefully unwrapping the first sheet and letting the rest fall where it would, Jenna began to read...
Miss Williams,
We are pleased to inform you of your recent re-acceptance to the training center of the MarySue Intelligence Agency (MIA)!...
A/N: So.what do you think? Do you love it, do you hate it, give me opinions and I'll give you chocolate! How's that for shameless bribing? This more then likely doesn't make sense yet, but all shall be revealed in time. Ok, pathetic attempt at being mysterious over.
Until we meet again, Violet Dawson
By: Violet Dawson
Rating: PG, for MarySueism at it's best
Feedback: Yes please! Leave 'em here, or check my profile for various other ways to get a hold of me. (
Spoilers: Nope
Dedication: To Miss Anna who amazes me more every time I talk to her. Things will get better as they can't get much worse. Until then, escape to the MIA and rant to your friend who tries to be a good one.
Author's Notes: This is chapter one of MIA version 2.0 or something like that. It's been up for awhile now and I just wanted to go back through and add some details, pull some things together and the like. I'd ask you to give it a couple chapters before you make your final judgment about the story, as it picks up about chapter 3. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything already claimed by the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. Also, I can't really say that I own Anna, Allyce or various other people that you'll meet in the story, as they are either my friends or MIA reviewers. Celeste, Jenna and the MIA itself are mine however, and you must ask before stealing.
Miss Donavan,
We are pleased to inform you of your recent acceptance to the training center of the MarySue Intelligence Agency (MIA)! We are sure you'll enjoy our world-renowned courses and facilities. And our experienced staff is known for their hospitality as well as their credentials. We know you'll find that MIA is the school for you! Included with this acceptance letter is your first semester course schedule. Please take some time to go over the course options we've selected, and once you reach the agency, any questions or concerns can be directed to our student affairs department (B101). Upon graduation you will have the opportunity to join our esteemed agency of MarySues. The MIA is recognized as the choice for Sues worldwide and we know you'll feel the same! Your ride will arrive in within five days from receipt of this letter. Please make any necessary arrangements to be ready at this time. We look forward to adding you to our student body for Spring Semester 2003!
Yours truly,
Celeste Clearwater
-founder and president of MIA-
Anna Donavan pushed light brown hair out of her blue eyes and smiled as she scanned over the letter again.
She had a good guess of who'd sent it; Jenna was forever sending her crazy things like this. Still, it made her smile. She made a mental note to thank her friend for the laugh when they met online later.
The girls lived a state and three hours away, but since they'd met last spring they were inseparable whenever they got together, much to the amusement of Anna's aunt, who also happened to be Jenna's neighbor.
That's how they'd met in the first place, a very bored Anna and the brilliant idea of her aunt to hook Anna up with "Jenna the neighbor girl". They'd hit it off splendidly and spent every waking hour of the weekend getting to know each other. Since then long distance had gotten rather expensive and so they'd set up online meetings several times a week.
Anna and Jenna would chat for hours about everything and nothing, but their favorite topics had to do with elves, mazokus and Buck, Jenna's stalker/fanboy.
Both girls' parents marveled at how long they could chat about basically nothing and how bad-tempered either one got if they missed a conversation. Forcing one of the girls to miss their "Anna or Jenna-fix" definitely had its consequences.
Lugging her backpack up the sidewalk to her front door and looking at her watch, Anna smiled; she'd managed to be on time for today's meeting, now it was simply a matter of getting past the family and to the computer.
Dodging parents ("don't you think you spend too much time online?") and physically pulling a sibling ("but Anna, I wanna play computer games!") away from the PC, Anna plopped herself in the computer chair and drummed her fingers on the desk as she waited impatiently for the Internet to connect.
Now, let's stop the story for a minute and look at the other. Jenna was another topic entirely; an only child who started college at sixteen, a lot of people thought it was genius or maybe a long run on fate's good side, but she knew better, it was all where she'd grown up.
If you'd seen her just a few months before, you'd have never recognized the girl standing in front of you, she was natural now; brown eyes and matching hair that she'd stopped dying right before she met Anna replaced the Barbie look she'd had before. But that's a story for another chapter and really the best way to see who Jenna is, would be to keep reading...
Jenna slammed her car into park and tried to jump out before she'd unbuckled. This did nothing but return her to the seat making "oof" noises. Trying again, this time remembering to unbuckle first, she escaped and raced for the front door. Raimer had kept her over at college again and now she was late for her meeting with Anna. Obviously he had never seen the ramifications of making her late for her Anna-fix.
She made it up the sidewalk, through the door and into the computer chair in record time, quite an amazing feat for someone who's just lost the battle with a seatbelt.
Being an only child with non-internet obsessed parents did have its advantages, while Anna had to fight siblings for computer time, all Jenna had to do was sit down and enjoy.
She idly picked up a pile of mail that was sitting on the kitchen counter while her computer logged on. Bill...bill...bill...junk mail...you've just won a million dollars...something from college...bill...Jenna stopped as she reached the last envelope in the otherwise dull stack.
It was a perfect shade of baby blue; a symbol with the letters 'MIA' inside graced the front. A similar logo was recreated on a seal on the back. Tiny, perfect printing announced that the contents were for her.
Amazingly enough, it was perfectly flat, not a even crease in the corners, which may not seem odd until you'd seen the job the post office had done on the rest of their mail.
Numbly reaching for a letter opener and carefully sliding it under the seal, Jenna watched detachedly as a packet folded inside another baby blue sheet fall to her lap. Carefully unwrapping the first sheet and letting the rest fall where it would, Jenna began to read...
Miss Williams,
We are pleased to inform you of your recent re-acceptance to the training center of the MarySue Intelligence Agency (MIA)!...
A/N: So.what do you think? Do you love it, do you hate it, give me opinions and I'll give you chocolate! How's that for shameless bribing? This more then likely doesn't make sense yet, but all shall be revealed in time. Ok, pathetic attempt at being mysterious over.
Until we meet again, Violet Dawson