My main cartoon stories will now be for Fanboy and Chum Chum. I've grown to love this cartoon and writing for it has been really easy for me. I hope you enjoy my fist ever FB&CC fanfic! (Special thanks to cartuneslover17 for my inspiration!) BTW, my OC's name is pronounced, (REE-ma): Rima.
-Chapter 1, Almost Crappy Day-
I was soo UPSET with my mom and dad today. We were moving, AGAIN! In my life, I had already moved three times. New Jersey, Florida and Alaska. And now I'm moving to this urban "No-where-land" and I'm pissed! I always knew this day was going to come, but...I just wasen't ready. I didn't think it was true, real.
"Rima, eat your bagel honey."
"I don't like whole wheat mom!"
"Oh crud, I asked her for plain, those people NEVER listen!"
A crappy day had to start with a crappy breakfast. A whole wheat bagel, drenched in low fat butter. Dripping oil on my napkin, the bag it came in, and now my grey skinny jeans. I tried rubbing the oil off with the napkin, but it only made things worse. Now I had a huge oil stain onmy right pant leg. I sighed and looked at the stores we passed in the car.
"Rima, things will be fine, you make friends soo quickly," my mom assured me."Your such a pretty girl, you'll be fine." I didn't respond. I closed my eyes and slowly fell unconcious.
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When I woke up, the car was parked in a driveway. I was guessing we were here, our new town, our new home. I rubbed my eyes and unstrapped myself. I opened the car door and hopped out.
"Good morning sweetie,"my father greeted. Then he signaled me to wipe some drool from my face.
"Grab your bags from the moving van."
"Okay," I sighed. I walked over to the van and climbed in the back. I notice I still had the oil stain on my jeans. I grabbed my bag that I labled 'Stuff' and hopped out the truck.I noticed two kids walking down the street. They were laughing and wearing bright colors. I couldn't really see cuz I need glasses. I continued to drag my bag into my new home, but the two kids stood infront of me. I looked up and saw two huge smiles and four large eyes fixed on me.
"Uh...hello," I grinned. They giggled to eachother. Were they laughing at me? Because they were ones to talk. They were wearing costumes in the middle of June! No where close to October!
"What's soo funny?," I asked feeling a little embarassed. They stared at eachother for a second with large smiles, then returned there gaze to me.
"Your new here!," the taller one said. He was tall and thin and wore a purple and green costume.
"Yeah I'm new, who cares?" I stammered.
"WE DO!," the shorter one shouted,"Fanboy and I love new people!"
"Fan...boy?," I asked. I was soo confused. My mother came out from our house and smiled when she noticed me talking to the kids.
She greeted them immediatly.
"Rima, who are these kids?," she smiled.
"I'M FANBOY!," the taller one answered.
"AND I'M CHUM CHUM!," the shorter one added. My mother looked puzzled.
"Halloween already?," she asked herself,"Well it was nice meeting you boys." She walked back into our house holding her head.
I turned my attention back to the boys.
"What's with the costumes?," I asked. They didn't answer me, they were peering down the street. I didn't bother to look since I knew I couldn't see. Fanboy suddenly grabbed my hand.
"Do you wanna meet our friend?," he asked me. Before I could reply, he dragged me down the sidewalk. There was a boy with scarlet hair and braces. He was holding a rusty book, almost with a leather looking cover. He has a serious looking expression on his face. The stripes on his collared shirt almost matched his hair.
"Who's this?," I whispered to Fanboy. His attention was still on the boy.
"Kyle, this is our new friend...uh.."
"Rima," I interupted.
"Yeah, that," Fanboy said,"She just moved in down the street." Kyle gazed at me. I smiled and used my bag to cover the oil stain on my pants.
"Well, hello," he smiled. My eyes widened. His accent hit my ears. I flushed and hid behind my black hair. What was going on with me?
My heart sank.
"I, uh...have to go," I mumbled. I snatched my bag and power walked back home. When I got back, the van was gone. I walked inside and saw boxes and bags everywhere. My mother walked up to me.
"Had fun with your new friends?," she asked me. I nodded. On the inside, I felt stupid for running away. Now they probably thought I was a weirdo. "Your father built your bed and dresser, why don't you pack away your clothes and make your bed?"
"Sure mom," I sighed.
I walked upstairs to my room. It was small with a large bay window to look out of. I didn't have too much junk so the small room was perfect. The carpet was an ugly shade of burgundy and it felt old. The walls were light grey. It was fine with me since my bed sheets were soo colorful. I made my bed and lyed down.
"Why was I so nervouse?," I asked myself,"It must have been those weird boys. Or maybe that other kid. What was his name again?" I sat up and looked out the window, there wasen't much to see. My father walked into my room.
"Why don't you take a walk and get to know the streets?," he suggested.
"Sounds good to me," I replied. I changed out of my stained jeans, grabbed my favorite red sweater, and headed out the door. For some reason, I still felt nervous. I don't know why.
