Just so you know, this whole story is entirely MY creation. I know there is
a lot of story-stealing going on, and I wanna go on record as saying I have
not "extendedly borrowed" anybody's ideas or screwed with their plots. If
there is any similarity between this story and somebody else's story then
that likeness is completely coincidental- especially considering this story
is largely based on events from MY life and the lives of my friends.
Oh yeah, and I'm really sorry to all those Sora fans out there, but
basically I needed an evil character, and she fitted the criteria
perfectly.
Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never, own Digimon or any of its characters. This is merely a fan-fictional story that I wrote to entertain myself. Also, I DID write the song at the end, which is why it's kinda stupid.
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"Mama," Mimi called as she flipped through hangar after hangar of dresses of every colour under the sun. "Mama!" She yelled again, pulling a long sparkling red ball gown out of the closet, inspecting it for a moment, then throwing it onto an ever-growing pile accumulating on her floor.
"MAMA!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yes dear?" Her mother replied as she walked into the room that was now littered with rejected dresses.
"Mama," Mimi said, in a calm and rational voice. "There's a school dance on Sunday next week, and I haven't got anything to wear. Can you please take me into the city so I can buy a new dress?"
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I'm going to visit your Aunty Marge and you know her house is in the opposite direction." Her mother thought for a minute. "But, I could drop you at the train station if you want."
Mimi thought. Normally she hated catching the train anywhere, but today was an emergency, and she had no other choice. "Okay Mama," she responded subduedly. "That'd be good."
She turned to the pile of discarded clothes and supposed she should put them away. She picked up a midnight blue satin dress and moved to put it back in its home in the cupboard. But as she put it back something caught her eye. It was the cowboy dress she had worn back in the good old days of the original group.
She closed her eyes and suddenly they all appeared before her. There was Tai, the leader; Joe, the worrier; Izzy, the computer geek; Sora, the motherly tomboy; Kari, the sweetie and TK, the cutie. And of course there was him. The gorgeous blonde chick-magnet. Her true love. She sighed. He was all the way across the planet in Odiaba, and she was stuck here in New York. She pulled the old dress out of the closet and hugged it to her. It had been six years since she last wore it, so of course it didn't fit her. It was way too small. Some of the stitching had come loose and half of the fringing had disappeared. But she still kept it. Somehow it brought everyone closer. Somehow it made her feel less alone.
She sat back on her bed and began to cry.
Disclaimer: I do not, have never, and will never, own Digimon or any of its characters. This is merely a fan-fictional story that I wrote to entertain myself. Also, I DID write the song at the end, which is why it's kinda stupid.
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"Mama," Mimi called as she flipped through hangar after hangar of dresses of every colour under the sun. "Mama!" She yelled again, pulling a long sparkling red ball gown out of the closet, inspecting it for a moment, then throwing it onto an ever-growing pile accumulating on her floor.
"MAMA!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Yes dear?" Her mother replied as she walked into the room that was now littered with rejected dresses.
"Mama," Mimi said, in a calm and rational voice. "There's a school dance on Sunday next week, and I haven't got anything to wear. Can you please take me into the city so I can buy a new dress?"
"Oh honey, I'm sorry. I'm going to visit your Aunty Marge and you know her house is in the opposite direction." Her mother thought for a minute. "But, I could drop you at the train station if you want."
Mimi thought. Normally she hated catching the train anywhere, but today was an emergency, and she had no other choice. "Okay Mama," she responded subduedly. "That'd be good."
She turned to the pile of discarded clothes and supposed she should put them away. She picked up a midnight blue satin dress and moved to put it back in its home in the cupboard. But as she put it back something caught her eye. It was the cowboy dress she had worn back in the good old days of the original group.
She closed her eyes and suddenly they all appeared before her. There was Tai, the leader; Joe, the worrier; Izzy, the computer geek; Sora, the motherly tomboy; Kari, the sweetie and TK, the cutie. And of course there was him. The gorgeous blonde chick-magnet. Her true love. She sighed. He was all the way across the planet in Odiaba, and she was stuck here in New York. She pulled the old dress out of the closet and hugged it to her. It had been six years since she last wore it, so of course it didn't fit her. It was way too small. Some of the stitching had come loose and half of the fringing had disappeared. But she still kept it. Somehow it brought everyone closer. Somehow it made her feel less alone.
She sat back on her bed and began to cry.