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Chapter 10: A Short but Vital Chapter

(Nikki's POV)

"I think you killed her," came a tiny, high-pitched voice.

"There's no way I did." said another high-pitched voice.

Have I ... died? In that case, why is my head hurting? I don't remember much. Let's see, who am I? ... I remember. I am Nikki Roxanne Thomas. I'm 8-years old and I'm a girl. So far so good. I'm a die-hard AatC fan. AatC? Alvin and the Chipmunks? Yes, that's it, I haven't lost my memory.

"She could've died of shock," said a 3rd high-pitched voice.

Wha? I don't feel dead? Who are these people and why are they saying I'm dead? Their voices...sound...unhuman.

"Oh great!" groaned the 2nd voice. "Now I'm a murderer."

There was a brief silence before this idea sunk in.

"Uh-oh! I'm a murderer! Wait, DON'T PANIC! Let's make a break for it! Wipe everything down and leave nothing!" he ordered.

Either I'm ghost or something happened and this person is to blame. ... And I think he wants to leave me for dead.

"Wait!" he or in a frenzy. "The body!"

My eyes came slowly open. 'Alvin' was pacing back and forth on my stomach. Not only was he talking, he was also the ordering my burial!

"I'll need... 2 to 3 garbage bags, a shovel, some disinfect, some latex gloves and oregano! Go!"

He, and I kid you not, struck a pose like he was a doctor or something.

It's official. I'm not dead, but I've lost it. This isn't happening. I had my whole future ahead of me and now I'm going to be considered a mental patient and I'm too young to wear a straight-jacket!

He noticed me at this moment. We had a staring match. I was the first to react. I screamed, shot up, which sent them flying, and I scooted back against the bedpost.

"Get back!" I cried. "Chipmunks can't talk!"

"Si" looked up at me. "Well our lips are moving and words are coming out."

"This isn't happening!" I said, shutting my eyes, willing them to disappear. "I am not talking to chipmunks. (This is just a bad dream and I'm dreaming. When I open my eyes, it will all disappear.) I am not talking to chipmunks."

"So, how's that workin' for ya, Nicole?" asked "Alvin".

I opened my eyes. They were sitting on my bed now.

"H-how-how did you-!" I sputtered.

"I'll field that one," smiled "Alvin". "We read your diary ... by accident."

"You really gotta work on your penmanship, Nicole." said "Simon".

"IT WASN'T MEANT FOR ANYONE TO RRRRRRREEEEEEAAAAADDDDDDD!" I screeched, my face starting to feel hot from embarrassment.

A knock came at my door.

"Is everything ok, Nikki?" asked Mom.

I gulped. I hadn't expected anyone to be home.

"I...I...I (O.o)" I stammered.

"Uhhhhh... I'm fine!" said Alvin, imitating me badly.

"Are you sure? Do you need anything?" My Mom didn't suspect a thing.

"I...I...I..."

"Of course and no!"

"O...kay." said Mom. "Call me if you need anything."

"Yeah! Good-bye!"

Silence. Mom must've left. I shook my head in disbelief. Then the questions started.

"Ca- can all an- ani- animals talk?" I asked.

If that was the case, could I have a conversation with Cookie Chomper?

"Well," said 'Simon'. "I believe fish have some kind of sign language."

"You wanna know if cars talk?" asked 'Alvin'. "Cause here's a hint. They can't"

I could tell by his tone he was really offended.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean like that."

"(Heh)...I believe we're getting off on the wrong foot." said 'Simon'. "Allow us to introduce ourselves. Hello, I'm Simon, the smart one."

He pointed to his brother, the middle sized one with brown eyes.

"He's Alvin-."

"The awesomest one!" butted in Alvin.

"And I'm Theodore!" chimed in Theodore.

Alvin, Simon? Theodore?

(End's of Nikki's POV)