Ahh, my second fanfict. I've had some seriously bad writers block lately so excuse my if this story sounds as though its written by a girl whos half dead. Its isn't, but my ideas were running dry so much that when I listened to this certain song I realised I should use it for my fanfict. This may need some tweaks, Read and review, tell me whats wrong.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story.

Summary: A robot? After being hit on the head pretty hard Hilary starts thinking shes a robot. But is this just a plan to get closer to one of her friends? The titles a giveaway.

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Chapter One

Hilary stared up at the dark sky above, tears running down her cheeks. She had just had a fight with her parents after arriving home two hours late. She had told her parents that the bus she was travelling back from the latest beyblade tournament on had broken down, which was true, but that didn't mean they had to believe her. They had shouted at her, raised the roof with their accusing shouts of what she had been doing. Of course, really she hadn't done anything wrong. And her parents decided she had best leave and hope that it all blows over in the end. It worried Hilary because she didn't know if it ever WOULD blow over. Or even if she wanted it to... Of course you do, Hil, an Irish voice muttered in her head. Tis the way of the world..

It didn't help her feel any better, more confused probably and a bit pissed that someone has been listening in on her thoughts. She told the Irish bloke where to go in her mind and continued to recall the meeting she'd had with her parents. Yes, they had been mean, kicked her out, leaving her to fend for herself. What kind of parents would do that? Thoughts rushed at her as panic stirred inside . Where would she go? Who would she stay with? What food would she eat? But these all seemed rather dramatic to her. My parents were joking, I'm sure. What kind of parents would get so mad? Ahh, my parents, thats right, they've had this thing against me for ages since I decided to leave school a week early before the summer hol's. Damn. But the thoughts seemed to have awoken another part of her mind. The thinking part.

She had eventually decided to move further away from her home, since her parents would probably get angry for her being there. She remembered that Tyson had let a couple of his friends sleep over a few times before. And she was his friend. So he must let her stay for at least one night...right? Then it was decided. You can't really want to see the young lad, the Irish voice informed her again. We all know his sort! Hilary ignored the voice as a mouse would ignore a chili pepper on a mouse trap. Within minutes she was at Tysons door, hand posed ready to knock but failing to do so as terror crept up. What if he says no? What if he thinks I'm taking advantage of him now that I've no where to go? Without even thinking her hand struck the door twice. It was a quiet sound, perhaps heard my someone if they were standing next to the door, but she doubted the sound would lift to the other rooms in his house. She praised the Gods above. And then the door opened. "Hilary..?" It was Tyson, wrapped in a white dressing gown decorated with rocket ships and other stereotypical interests of a boy his age. "Its really late at night...why are you here?" Ahh, she thought, nows my chance. Play the 'Hilary's here!' card and ask the major question.. "Tyson, let me stay or I'll give you an eye so black everyone will think its a scar from the Devil", It had slipped out like jelly on a plate being held by a man who has had more than the recommended amount of booze. Tysons fear of what she had said allowed her to sleep on his bedroom floor, making her feel more like a dirty sock than a friend. But she was fine by that, after all now she could plot revenge on Tyson for treating her badly. But it wasn't that bad..was it?

After she had woken, Hilary decided that perhaps she needed to make it all up to Tyson and his Grandpa and first thing that morning she left for the grocers, taking some money she had found stashed in Tysons proverbial piggy bank. There was enough money to buy herself a few expensive gifts including a new pair of stilettos,a designer T-shirt, a handbag, a new MP3 player, more than her share of chocolates and sweets, the new Goldie Lookin' Chain cd and various other items you'd never buy with your own money. As guilty as she felt, she decided it would be terrible to tell Tyson that she knew where his stash was. So,as she held all the bags in one hand and used the other to support the boxes that were nearly twice her weight , she realised it was so difficult to see over the top of the large boxes she may well have just throw herself infront of a lorry. It was, however, something that could have jinxed her, since as she was crossing the road back to Tysons, her head refused to turn both ways and she found herself being glared at my an oncoming vehicle. Possibly a lorry, she'll never know for at that exact moment she was hit so hard had she been watching herself crossing the road she would have screamed obuse for approximately 6 minutes before shouting "Look out!". She was so enraged by ignorance.

She was immediately send to casulty, travelling in a ambulance that some cars would have envied since ambulances can go as fast as they like. Hilary didn't exactly like hospitals, but heck if you were about a few minutes from death, I'm sure you'd do anything, right? The doctors had to try really hard to revive her, by that I mean they played a game of poker and swapped knock-knock jokes before accidentally falling ontop of Hilary making her spit out various items she had bought and allowing her to breath, declaring it a "Miracle!". They'd let the secret slip, and as predicted, Hilary lost working order in part of her brain. The part that decided if she should help people or take advantage of them, if she should serve an expensive chicken dish to her friends or eat it herself and give them a microwavable chicken dish. And as she lost this, her evil ways were lost once more, making her want to help people and swamp them in hugs and kisses of which you'd be more than scared about. Scared other than brutally relieved.

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I think I've made a good start to this fanfict, I'm obviously going to need to write an update depending on what people thought, of course. R&R this, do I need to adjust this slightly?