Miki, Sami, and Daichi stood outside the doors dumbfound. The 'school' looked more like a mansion, and certainly not a place where any learning would be done. The house was bizarre. It was painted a variety of different colours, none of them matching. Sami brightly said
"As long as this isn't the loony bin, who cares?"
Daichi gave a slight nod in agreement, while Miki shook her head.
"This place looks like—"
A girl clad in a blue shirt with the words "Doctor Who" emblazoned on the dark blue in white slung her arm across Miki's shoulder, exclaimed,
'Fabulous? Amazing? Spectacular?" she slyly looked at Sami and Daichi and said "Dare I say it? It looks...Fantastic."
Sami's high pitched squeal was cut off by Miki's slowly darkening expression. Both Sami and Daichi stepped away from the girl and Miki. The girl looked at the two of them, laughing a bit.
"What? You're looking at me like I opened the Pandorica! I did that last week..."
The girl continued to ramble, but Miki had tuned her out. Muttering insanely under her breath, giggling slightly crazed. It was only when Miki pulled out the frying pan she had in her bag... Well, one of the numerous bags she had, that the girl realised something was wrong.
"Hey! I've been hit with one of those way too many times by Heta when I walk in on her changing!" Glancing at Sami and Daichi, who were holding out a shovel at her, she slowly said,
"I should probably run, shouldn't I?"
They shook their head, and Daichi smiled and said,
"Naw, girl, run? Ha! More like start digging."
The girl smirked at him, a complete 180 from her previous demeanour, and said,
"Dig? Me? Not bloody likely. ALLONS~Y!"
With that, she withdrew her hand from around Miki's shoulder, and sprinted toward a blue box that was standing on what looked like flower beds, that was about 3 yards away. Pushing the doors open, she dashed inside, but leaned back out to see where it was standing. She swore.
"Stecore! Sherly's going to kill me!"
She shrugged, and darted back inside, and with a weird 'vworp' ing sound, the box faded. Sami and Daichi jaw's were dropped again. Miki pinched both of them. Sami sputtered,
"B-But... that was... a TARDIS!"
Miki's eye twitched.
"I don't care. We are leaving."
Sami looked at her for a moment before saying incredulously,
"...How. Just...How? We're in the middle of fricking nowhere!"
The woman who drove the bus, as well as put Miki's mother on an edge came out. Miki groaned. The woman had changed from the business suit she was wearing into a pair of jeans, and a black, loose t-shirt emblazoned with the word "SHERLOCK" on the front. She kept the sensible shoes she was wearing, though. But that wasn't what made Miki groan. No. It was the fact that, now, one could clearly see that she wasn't an adult. She was a really tall teenager. Maybe 15. Definitely not old enough to drive. 'Where did she get her driver's license anyway?' Miki thought. "Sherlock" grinned. No, it would be wrong to say "grin. She smirked. And she, that smug jerk, said,
"Only as hard as it is to forge one."
She gracefully , elegantly, stepped over the square of flattened flowers, and frowned. She didn't look too happy about that. "Sherlock" grimaced, and rolled her eyes.
"Of course I'm not happy. That took me months to grow!"
Miki turned sharply to face the cross girl. She was fairly sure she didn't say that out loud. "Sherlock" said, exasperated,
"Are you thick? Of course you didn't say that out loud. Idiot."
The last part was muttered softly, but laden heavy with contempt. Miki brooded silently. She was smart! She'd already finished college! The only reason why she was in middle school now was to "socialise". Whatever that was. But that was besides the point. She was /out/ of here. Miki Antonia De Fiore was done. Too much sun, not enough writing, too much of that goddamn socialising. She. Was. Leaving. She began to turn to storm away.
"Sherlock" narrowed her eyes, and quick as lightning, hit Miki somewhere around her neck or shoulder, and she collapsed, unconscious.
Miki groaned. Her head ached. Where was she. She sat up suddenly. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know where she was. She glanced around the room to gain her bearings. The room she was in was light by natural light, coming from the window to her right. The bed she was on was pretty much normal. Not any of that "soft as a bed of down." No. It was a normal, slightly crappy mattress. It was pushed length wise against the wall to her left, and there was a bare nightstand to her immediate right. The walls were a pale blue. The quilt was— Miki shrieked and jumped out of that cursed bed. The quilt was sewn with, with... Fandom references. No. She was in Hell. She was dead. This would have to be hell. Sami didn't have one of these. That was probably for the better, though. Miki would have cut off any and all association with Sami if she had that quilt. Bending down to grab her combat boots, she took care not to touch the obsessed quilt. Turning to the door, she noticed her bags were here. Who brought them? ...They were definitely tampered with. Miki made a mental note to hunt down whatever was taken. If she remembered, that is.
Stepping out of the room, she took a few steps out before the door closed behind her. Whirling around, she tried to open the door. Crap. It was locked. In retrospect, though, that was pretty damn stupid. Miki put her forehead to the wall, and groaned. That seemed to be becoming a common occurrence now. Straightening up, she turned. She strengthened her resolve to find out who thought this was a funny prank, and slap them. Because this wasn't funny. At all.
She tramped down the elegant staircase. She took no note of decorations, she was far to deep in her own thoughts to brood. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she turned to face the hallway, only to find that the "hallway" was a maze. Dropping her head in resignation, she began the task of hunting for the way out.
Miki hissed in frustration. She must have been here for an hour, at least. When she opened one door, she made the mistake of going in a 360 in the centre of the room. All the rooms were identical. She kicked the wall closest to her in anger, and then clutched her foot in pain. That wasn't the smartest idea. She was hopping around on one foot, grasping the other in pain, and swearing worse than a sailor.
"Did that help?"
Miki's eyes widened comically, turning around in record time.
"Who are you?"
The person who spoke was raven haired, and had it pulled into a low ponytail. Miki couldn't tell the person's gender either, despite the ponytail. (S)he was wearing a black t-shirt with "Harry Potter" emblazoned on it in alternating Blue, Red, Green, and Yellow. (S)he was wearing sneakers, and black leggings, and had a crudely drawn lightning bolt on his...her...its...forehead, and was wearing round glasses. (S)he smiled, and said brightly, while holding out his/her/its hand.
"I'm Harry Potter! ...Or, at least, the Fandom Persona. Most people call me Mage You're probably quite confused right now." Mage sighed there, before muttering "I told Hunter, you don't throw a new Fan in this situation, for Merlin's sake!"
Miki stared at her before cautiously extended her hand, and shook the offered, and slowly said,
"Yes... I am quite confused. Where am I? This is obviously still the same place I was before I got knocked out by the girl wearing "Sherlock". And I was locked out of the room my belonging are in."
Mage's hand hovered over Miki's wrist.
"If you want, I can show you to the Fandom Council. We have to hurry though. Elementry's a right arse when we don't come on time. Maybe we can get you another keycard or something!"
Hesitantly, Miki nodded. Mage smiled, no less kindly than before, and grasped her wrist, pulling her through one of the numerous doors in the room.
A/N HA! This is the first fic on any account that's made it to Chapter Four! I'll try to update AT LEAST once a month. Probably more often than that though. CRITICS, WHERE BE YOU? TEAR THIS APART! I NEED THE ADVICE! I am but a fanfic writer, and hardly the best! Anywho, thank you AstridHarkness, Hey guys bored, shnuffleluv, and Miss Misled-Bloodshed for the Follows and Favourites! A special thanks to shnuffleluv and Miss Misled-Bloodshed for reviewing! Thank you all so much! Those Follows, Favourites, and Reviews made my day when I saw them!
Shnuffleluv: I'm glad this fic piqued your interest, and I hope it's still good!
Miss Misled-Bloodshed: Miss, here is your much awaited update! I swore I'd get it out today! And I did! ...During class. But writing is so much more interesting!
Now, since my study hall is over...
TOSK, is, OUT!
