Mirau: Hey guys, I'm the author here, just to say: Sorry for the... tacky/cheesy (whatever you want to call it) title... -Sweatdrops-
Mouse: And I'm her twin sister here to say...
Both: On with the story! (:
Mirau: This is in Whistey's point of view.
Mouse: And I'll do the disclaimer. -.- Mirau owns nothing in this story besides the storyline and the story itself.
Mirau: Also, Ken Sugimori owns the art of all pokemon.
Mouse: Yup. Nintendo owns part of pokemon too... I think (:
Mirau: That should do it. (:
Mouse: Oh! Unfortunately; sis has to use 'o*o*o' to didvide scenes and such, because apparently ignores the little lines.
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I awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. "M-MOM!" I yelled. After about three minutes of waiting for a reply, I slipped on my fuzziest (and warmest, I might add) robe. I jammed on my slippers and headed downstairs. There was a note on the table the note read:
Hi, Whistey.
Today, you have probably
noticed that I have put
Eggs and bacon on the table.
Well, I want you too eat that and
go to school. I have already
packed your lunch and done
all the before-school chores. When
you come home, I want you to
I flipped the page over.
Grab all your important stuff, take them,
put them in your backpack, along with this note,
And move out. There is going to be a
robbery when you come back from school,
and I don't want you getting hurt.
Just remember:
Stay strong.
Stay smart.
And be successful.
I stood there for what seemed like thirty minutes. Then I thought, Wait, I can't go to school! I need all the time in the world to pack!
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"Hello?" I said, in my best impression of my mother I could muster.
"Hello? Who is this?" The voice over the phone had a slight... country-ish accent. Probably Mrs. Erindart.
"D-...Uhhh- Deruni Prism." I said, forgetting Mother's name for a moment.
"Mmhmm. And may I help you, Deruni?"
"Um, yes."
"Mhm. What may I do for you?" Mrs. Erindart said in a slow way.
"I'm -um- c-calling in... f-for Whistey."
"Whistey who, ma'am?"
"Whistey Prism."
"Whistey Pr- Who in the world?... Oh!
Yes, Whistey Prism. I've found her on the school attendance!
Her teacher states that Whistey isn't here today. Do you have any explanation for that...?"
I panicked a bit, then spoke into the phone, "Yes. She has had a really bad sickness.
Now we have to move away to keep people from being sick... s-so you should... t-take her out of the school."
"Okay. Good day, Ma'am."
I shrugged. "Good day to you, too. God bless your kind soul, Madam." And with that, I hung up.
I was sweating from the phone conversation. I don't want to talk to an adult over the phone ever again! It sure is scary. W-wait, what am I thinking? I have to get packing! I thought. I ran up the stairs, backpack and all. I made a list to make sure I had everything I needed. I shoved everything in my backpack: a pack of notebook paper, my pencil box(which contained four fresh unused ballpoint pens, five pencils, a pencil sharpener, and three crayons), four water bottles, eight pairs of underwear (well I still have to stay clean, don't I?), four pairs of socks, five shirts, three pairs of pants, two light-jackets, two heavy-coats, two toothbrushes, and four packs of toothpaste.
"Whew! That was a bunch of packing! And to think, I have to travel with that stupid backpack-suitcase-thing everywhere! I also have my cell in my pocket but, that's not even heavy.
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Mirau: I know... it's not that great...
Mouse: Yeah, you sure got that right!
Mirau: Hey! Meanie ): -Steals cookie-
Mouse: You know better than too steal food!
Mirau: U-uhh Review? :D
Mouse -About to punch Mirau when she sees the readers staring at her- U-uhh.. and tell her if she should move on with the story!
Both: Bai! :3
~Camera turns off~
Camera man: Okay, that's a wrap!
Mirau: Finally!
Mouse: Yeah...
Both: -Looks at eachother-
Camera man: Uh oh... EVERYBODY RUN!
Both (still): -Stares at eachother for thirty minutes, then starts beating eachother up-
