AN: Sorry it took so long. And sorry, again, if there are any typos. I'm just a slow, obsessive, compulsive, idiotic, trigger-happy middleschool girl that can't spell and/or type for her life. :D I hope you enjoy Chapter One. (By the way: Changed the summary or whatever. :D I think it's better now.)

Chapter One:

When the world returned, it came in flurries, snowstorms. Unsurprisingly, there was no chilling cold biting at my fingertips, not like when I lived in New York. In fact, it was incredibly warm. Almost as warm as the town I lived in now as it was in the midst of Summer. Which was just a nicer way of saying "It's-hotter-than-a-damned-oven-out-here".

I blinked my bi-colored eyes, flicking them around, and eventually, my sight returned, coming in light flurries and dry rainstorms. It was like turning on the television, only to realize your TV is really crappy because the picture quality has gone down some since you bought the junker twenty years ago. If your's is like that, I suggest you get a new TV.

There was a girl above me. She looked...like me, possibly around my age, too.

We had our differences, which I was glad for, but all the same, we looked near identical.

She had honey irises. Her eyes were the same size, her ears were more rounded and as was her nose, which my ears were "elf-shaped" (I severely punished the other child after he said that), and my nose was more...snoutish. (I also punished that child.) She had skin that was more a tannish yellow than my near minty green, and was also much more...fleshy. My skin was near taught against bone. Her sleevless black dress flowed down straight, then rose in steaming tendrils above her knee, reminding me of my father's robe. Underneith the dress she wore striped sleeves and tights, along with small, cloth boots with a zipper facing eachother and three purple buttons aligned on the outside. Tied up in adorable, bow-clad pigtails, her hair was shaggy, but soft-looking. I almost wanted to touch it, had I not been so suspicious as to who this stranger was. Did I mention she also sported two tiny, impish grey horns near identical to my own?

I stared at her for what seemed like hours, but was only mere seconds. I did not plan on breaking the silence. She did, after all, seem quite content with just sitting there.

Finally, she proved me wrong, and, quite uncontently said, aghast, "Have you ever smelled orange juice?" Her voice had an underlaying hiss to it, like someone else was murmuring the same thing as her, but more quietly, more omnious, and in a different language. "It smells awful! And yet, they believe I'll drink that foul garbage, like some kind of imbecile? Ugh. Humanity these days, huh?" And then she grinned, her smile taking up almost more than half of her face, showing perfect, straight white teeth and two-inch insanely sharp incissors.

I opened my mouth to reply. It stayed open. I honestly had nothing to say that. I nodded instead, slowly, then gave a suspicious glare. "Wh-"

"Oh, I'm Juanita. And, seeing as you look like...um... I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you..." She furrowed her thin brows, pouting slightly as she spoke and pressing her finger to her chin. "So, I guess I'll just come out and say where we are! We're in my present, but your future! Neat, huh?"

I didn't bother trying to reply this time.

"I wonder how you got here... Hmm... Let's go ask Pink! She's my great great aunt, you know. And she's a mad scientist. And crazy. Hence the 'mad' in front of scientist..." Before I could protest, she stodd straight and marched towards the door.

I blinked. She talked too much. Though, for once, I wasn't annoyed by it. Yet.

My movement lethargic [1], I pulled myself off the floor and watched the small, lavender quilt- like a baby blanket, but bigger than a regular one- pool at my ankles. I raised a questioning brow, but other-wise said nothing as I slowly trailed after her.

I'd been sent to the future, apparently. Have you ever seen the future?

"So," said Juanita. "Anything you want to know?"

Of course there was. I had plentiful questions. I chose the one most-likely for a six-year-old to ask; "What's the future like?"

She shrugged her striped shoulders and led me through a doorway I'd yet to discover. If I were to be here, perhaps paying attention to my surroundings would be handy... "It's much like your present time, but worse."

END CHAPTAR UNO

[1] If I'm using that word correctly...

AN: Yes, this is short. I know it is. Don't kill me. Please. I have...a banana. -holds up banana- It saved my life, you know! And it saved Marvin, but IT'S MINE NOW.

Just stick a banana in your eaaaaar! Just stick a ripe banana right into your favorite ear! I love that song.

Oh, and, I forgot.

DIZKLAYMAR: Jhonen and all his Jhonen-y goodness... Yeah, you know him and his goodness. Well, Jhonen and his goodness own Pepito. I own Juanita and this banana (which is STOLEN from Marvin, meaning I don't exactly own it), so... Yeah. As a wise man once said, "I'm like an internet hobo."

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