Author: Firegirl
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
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CHAPTER II - FINALLY THE FIREGIRL
After Sarah finished playing her game, she was called downstairs by her dad to eat dinner.
She hadn't realized she was upstairs for more than 3 hours. She was glad that she was
forced to get off, or she would have killed herself with her footwork.
"What's for dinner?" Sarah asked.
"Pizza." Her mom said. "Atleast it's the best kind tonight. Reggio's, remember?"
"Yummah! My favourite kind, yay!" She cheered at her mother. She grabbed 4 slices are
bounded into the living room, feeding her face, sitting in her usual seat.
Her mom stared at her, and her dad was swearing at the TV. 3 pieces were already gone,
and it hadn't even been 5 minutes yet.
"Hungry, dear?" Her mom inquired
"Hmm-Mmm! I coou eet a mole tour of dese petezas!" She shouted with her mouth full of
cheese and sausage.
"Honey, that's not polite, or very lady-like," her mom rolled her eyes and smiled.
"A boo! Look at me, do I seem like I was ever a girl?"
It was the truth. From behind Sarah looked like a tall, hourglass-shaped guy. She had been
mistaken for a `sir` many times. Her hair was cut about ear length, and was
chesnutty-red. She had bright blue-greenish-yellow eyes, which changed colours.
Sometimes gray, even platinum blue. Today they were deep jade green, though. There was
only one clue that gave into her being a female. She was well endowed with her female
features, in a sense. She never had a boyfriend, nor did she care. Sometimes she longed
for a fox, but she has girlfriends to cry with, right? Sarah's voice wasn't as high either.
It was fairly deep for a teenager, deeper than some of her guyfriend's voices. She was
very different from "normal" girls, but she was glad to be herself.
******
After she ate another 4 slices (she said she could eat a whole four, but one was suffice),
she then proceeded to her room. She worked on a picture but then threw her book on the
floor and once again shouted she would be upstairs if anyone needed her. She this time
popped in Bust a Move 3. She chose Heat as her character, and went to the Dance Pad
Session. She battled against Shorty to "Sweet as Spice." Only once had she lost her
footwork. She still won, as her other role model bounded about the stage, her too-big
purple sleeves hanging over her arms.
"Ha! I will smash you next year girlfriend! Sorry to say it, but I just gotta!" Sarah said to
herself. Sarah looked at the clock. It was well past midnight, and she should've been in
bed a while ago. She sighed as she saved and turned off the system. She looked at the TV
longingly, and decided she would watch the tournament while it was televised. Maybe
someone she knew would be in it. She turned it off, and bounded downstairs to her room,
where she fell asleep after much pondering about her birthday.
******
"SARAH MARIAN WAKE UP THIS INSTANT YOU ARE IN BIIIIIIIIIG TROUBLE!!!!"
Mother shouted so next door could hear.
"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!" she screamed in reply. She wanted to cry because her mom
yelled. She threw off the covers, jumped off the bed, and ran into the kitchen. She
tripped over her pants and had to push her hands on the floor to pick herself up. As she
entered the lit kitchen, she realized it was 5:30 AM.
"I stayed up ALL last night to make this for you. Happy birthday sweetheart! It's your
brand-new Firegirl dance outfit. You are now a member of the Bust a Move Dance
Tournament. You, Dawn, Kim, and Ben are all on a team. When you fill out forms, you'll get
more information there. I'll be driving you after you're ready."
Sarah broke into tears. She couldn't believe it. She was going to the tournament, but her
mother. Mom made her a costume. She was going to go. It was perfect:
Black JNCO style pants styled with "tagged" flames, A black strapless tank, with "tagged"
flames across the chest. A short-sleeved fishnet was sewn into the top, making it look like
a regular shirt. There were longer fingerless black gloves, with her homemade FG logo
emblazed on the front of each. There were hair pieces to watch it, red swirled with black.
There was a necklace, silver, very shiny, with the FG logo over a fire. The socks were black
and red, styled like flames. Her shoes were custom made, jet black hi-tops, with
everything black, except for the fire around the soles. Sarah cried harder. It was all she
dreamed and more.
"Okasa. Oh, OKASA!" She ran and hugged her mother. "I can't believe it! I CAN'T
BELIEVE IT! How, how?" she stammered.
Neither of them had words. She ran into her room and put it on. She walked out, and her
mother took her to get her hair and make-up done. Now she really was the Firegirl.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER III - ON TO BUST A MOVE MILWAUKEE
PG13 - Parents Suggested; Vulgar language, Crude humor.
http://HeatFireGirl.tripod.com -- Heat Lover's (English Version)
http://www20.brinkster.com/cosplay -- Candy-Coated Cosplay
I DO NOT OWN BUST A GROOVE, BUST A MOVE, OR ANYTHING RELATED
TO IT! DAMN! This fanfic is purely written by me, using friends names, and the like. If
anything incidental has happened, this is total fiction, so it can't be helped. =D
---------------------
CHAPTER II - FINALLY THE FIREGIRL
After Sarah finished playing her game, she was called downstairs by her dad to eat dinner.
She hadn't realized she was upstairs for more than 3 hours. She was glad that she was
forced to get off, or she would have killed herself with her footwork.
"What's for dinner?" Sarah asked.
"Pizza." Her mom said. "Atleast it's the best kind tonight. Reggio's, remember?"
"Yummah! My favourite kind, yay!" She cheered at her mother. She grabbed 4 slices are
bounded into the living room, feeding her face, sitting in her usual seat.
Her mom stared at her, and her dad was swearing at the TV. 3 pieces were already gone,
and it hadn't even been 5 minutes yet.
"Hungry, dear?" Her mom inquired
"Hmm-Mmm! I coou eet a mole tour of dese petezas!" She shouted with her mouth full of
cheese and sausage.
"Honey, that's not polite, or very lady-like," her mom rolled her eyes and smiled.
"A boo! Look at me, do I seem like I was ever a girl?"
It was the truth. From behind Sarah looked like a tall, hourglass-shaped guy. She had been
mistaken for a `sir` many times. Her hair was cut about ear length, and was
chesnutty-red. She had bright blue-greenish-yellow eyes, which changed colours.
Sometimes gray, even platinum blue. Today they were deep jade green, though. There was
only one clue that gave into her being a female. She was well endowed with her female
features, in a sense. She never had a boyfriend, nor did she care. Sometimes she longed
for a fox, but she has girlfriends to cry with, right? Sarah's voice wasn't as high either.
It was fairly deep for a teenager, deeper than some of her guyfriend's voices. She was
very different from "normal" girls, but she was glad to be herself.
******
After she ate another 4 slices (she said she could eat a whole four, but one was suffice),
she then proceeded to her room. She worked on a picture but then threw her book on the
floor and once again shouted she would be upstairs if anyone needed her. She this time
popped in Bust a Move 3. She chose Heat as her character, and went to the Dance Pad
Session. She battled against Shorty to "Sweet as Spice." Only once had she lost her
footwork. She still won, as her other role model bounded about the stage, her too-big
purple sleeves hanging over her arms.
"Ha! I will smash you next year girlfriend! Sorry to say it, but I just gotta!" Sarah said to
herself. Sarah looked at the clock. It was well past midnight, and she should've been in
bed a while ago. She sighed as she saved and turned off the system. She looked at the TV
longingly, and decided she would watch the tournament while it was televised. Maybe
someone she knew would be in it. She turned it off, and bounded downstairs to her room,
where she fell asleep after much pondering about her birthday.
******
"SARAH MARIAN WAKE UP THIS INSTANT YOU ARE IN BIIIIIIIIIG TROUBLE!!!!"
Mother shouted so next door could hear.
"OH SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!" she screamed in reply. She wanted to cry because her mom
yelled. She threw off the covers, jumped off the bed, and ran into the kitchen. She
tripped over her pants and had to push her hands on the floor to pick herself up. As she
entered the lit kitchen, she realized it was 5:30 AM.
"I stayed up ALL last night to make this for you. Happy birthday sweetheart! It's your
brand-new Firegirl dance outfit. You are now a member of the Bust a Move Dance
Tournament. You, Dawn, Kim, and Ben are all on a team. When you fill out forms, you'll get
more information there. I'll be driving you after you're ready."
Sarah broke into tears. She couldn't believe it. She was going to the tournament, but her
mother. Mom made her a costume. She was going to go. It was perfect:
Black JNCO style pants styled with "tagged" flames, A black strapless tank, with "tagged"
flames across the chest. A short-sleeved fishnet was sewn into the top, making it look like
a regular shirt. There were longer fingerless black gloves, with her homemade FG logo
emblazed on the front of each. There were hair pieces to watch it, red swirled with black.
There was a necklace, silver, very shiny, with the FG logo over a fire. The socks were black
and red, styled like flames. Her shoes were custom made, jet black hi-tops, with
everything black, except for the fire around the soles. Sarah cried harder. It was all she
dreamed and more.
"Okasa. Oh, OKASA!" She ran and hugged her mother. "I can't believe it! I CAN'T
BELIEVE IT! How, how?" she stammered.
Neither of them had words. She ran into her room and put it on. She walked out, and her
mother took her to get her hair and make-up done. Now she really was the Firegirl.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER III - ON TO BUST A MOVE MILWAUKEE