In Space Colony X-77614, 2923 AD:
"Ay-ay-ay, where's my samurai?" 18-year-old Charmy sang while she danced. Charmy was a cutesy girl who was wearing a cute little dress suit. It looked futuristic and hip. Her neon green hair stuck out from her helmet. She was wearing gloves and incredibly big boots. Charmy lived in space colony X-77614 in sector 3. It was the year 2923 AD.
"Keep it down in there will ya?" 21-year-old Astro yelled. "Geez, you're 18 but you ACT like a five year-old!" Astro was wearing a green and blue leotard-like thing. It was a popular trend in space. He was white gloves and huge boots like Charmy. There was a visor-like object covering his eyes.
"Astro...you're like, so mean!" Charmy teased. "What kinda brother are you?" she teased.
"The question is what kind of sister are you? What GALAXY are you from?" Astro replied annoyed.
"What are you doing anyway that would like, require TOTAL silence?" Charmy asked.
"I recently bought this new invention, a time machine." Astro mumbled. "But the instruction booklet is written in Manragefifese."
"Well, you toy with that thing, this is like, the coolest song. I'm so totally thrilled that I like, got this groovin'-data base! It has all the like, coolest songs!"
"Those songs are ancient. We're talking 923 years ago...maybe a decade or two more!" Astro said.
"Yeah, well like, back then the people must've been really cool to like, be able to have that kind of music!" Charmy argued back.
"Back then people still lived on Earth!" Astro replied, clearly shocked.
"Yeah, well like, grandma and grandpa like, lived on Earth ya know!" Charmy shrieked back.
"THEY WERE SEVEN YEARS OLD!" Astro yelled.
"Like, Whatever!" Charmy said as she started dancing again. "Dude, like, hurry up with that invention, Veronica's party is like starting in like, 10 minutes. Ya know Astro...Veronica does kinda have a thing for you and- "
"No Charmy, I'm not interested. I've given up on women!" Astro interjected.
"Look, I know Cindy was like, playing on you, but like, that doesn't mean everyone will." Charmy said trying to be a little comforting.
"It's not just that, OK Charmy? There's more reasons..." Astro said drifting mid-sentence. Charmy knew it was best not to ask.
"Well...let's like, get going." Charmy said.
"Right. Aw, this piece of worthless space junk!" Astro said throwing the invention on the floor. The invention started to smoke and bounce.
"ASTRO!" Charmy shrieked. "My BODY is like, disappearing!"
"What?!" Astro yelled. "ACK! So is mine!" In that split second, Astro grabbed the invention. They rapidly started disappearing until none of them could be seen, hence, our story begins...
On the Streets of New York City, 2000 AD:
"Yo, Emi!" Rage called out. Rage was a handsome Caucasian, 17 years of age with spiked brown hair and fiery brown eyes. He was wearing a red vest with a black shirt under it with baggy camaflouge pants.
"Yeah?" Emi asked. Emi was a gorgeous 16-year-old Asian American girl from Southern California with soft brown eyes and short, blue hair which was mostly covered by her white beanie. She was wearing a red shirt striped with yellow and a blue vest on top of it, along with baggy jeans and yellow-brown shoes. She recently moved to New York and mostly everyone in the school knew and liked her now.
"Andrew said he wants to meet you in front of school in 5 minutes."
"Oh, OK." Emi said.
Emi started to exit the school and accidentally bumped into a weird looking girl. She was wearing black cat-like ears on her head. She had a red long sleeve shirt with matching red boots that were so long that they went into her skirt. Her skirt was black and looked like a spider-web.
"Um...excuse me?" The weird looking girl began shyly.
"Yeah?" Emi asked.
"Did you by any chance see a robot with batteries on its back and a plug for a head?" The little girl asked.
"Uhhhhhh...is this some kinda joke?" Emi asked.
"So you haven't seen him? " The little girl asked with tears brimming in her eyes.
"Sorry, no. I haven't seen any kind of robot at all." Emi said with pity. "Say, where are your parents? What are you doing in a high school?"
"My parents died and I ran away from my foster parents. I'm looking for my robot in this high school...but I can't find him!" The little girl said.
"What's your name?" Emi asked.
"Zukin...but everyone calls me Devil-Zukin." The girl said.
"Well, if I find...your robot, I'll tell him your looking for him." Emi said.
"OK." Zukin said. Then she did the strangest thing. She flapped her wings and flew away from Emi.
"This place just gets weirder and weirder." Emi mumbled. She waited in front of the school until she saw Andrew walking towards her. Andrew was 17 years old. He had blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was one of the few people in this particular high school who had a New York accent.
"Hey Emi!" Andrew said.
"Hey you, what's up?" Emi asked.
"Nothing much. Guess Rage told ya to meet me right?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah." Emi said. "So, we still up for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll come pick you up." Andrew responded.
"OK, I'll see ya tomorrow then."
Emi exited the school and walked towards her home. She got home and ran upstairs to her room. There were rave fliers, Anime posters, and pictures of breakdancers on the wall next to the door. On the left there was a window. Next to the window was Emi's study desk. On her desk was a computer and empty space for schoolwork. On the wall across from the door was her bed. On the left of her bed, there was a lamp, an alarm clock and her cordless phone charger (She has her own phone line!). There was also a picture frame with seashells around its border with a picture of her friends back in California. Above her bed was banner that said "Emi's Room" in graffiti style writing with different colors. On the right side of her bed was a stereo system along with a CD rack. Under her stereo was a set of drawers. On the right wall, there was her closet. She walked into her room and threw her backpack on the floor. She took off her beanie and fell onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while thinking about her day. She had to admit, Rage was kinda cute...in a semi-bad-boy kind of way...but no, she was going out with Andrew. She hugged her beanie and was deep in thought. She had worn this beanie almost everywhere. She got up from her bed and went to her closet to choose tomorrow's outfit. She took out baggy white jeans that were frayed at the bottom and a short sleeved baby blue O'Neil International shirt. She also pulled out a stylish navy blue Roxy sweater. She put her beanie on top of her clothes. She was starting her homework when her phone rang.
"Hello?" Emi asked.
"Yo." A male voice said back.
"Oh, hey Rage, what's up?" Emi asked.
"Nothing much." Rage replied. "Hey, you busy tonight?"
"No, why?" Emi asked.
"I'm having a party." Rage responded. "Wanna come?"
"Sure." Emi answered. "Friday night party, eh?"
"Yep, my parents are outa town." Rage said.
"Oh. My mom's not even here yet." Emi said.
"Dude, what does your mom do for a living?" Rage asked.
"She's sell electrical items." Emi answered.
"Your dad?" Rage asked.
"He works with mom." Emi responded.
"Oh. Well, come on over, the party's startin' in 10 minutes." Rage said.
"Dude, you live across the street from me." Emi said.
"So come early!" Rage said. Emi laughed.
"All right. Bye!" Emi said. She hung up the phone, put her beanie on, and attached her cell phone to her waist. She ran downstairs, opened the door and walked across the street to Rage's house. Before she could ring the doorbell, he opened the door.
"Hey Emi. Haven't talked to you in ages!" Rage greeted with sarcasm. Emi giggled and Rage let her in. Rage walked out of the way so that Emi could come in and Emi looked around.
"So is Andy coming?" Emi asked casually.
"Um...yeah. I think he is." Rage said with a slight look of disappointment.
"Oh." Emi said. For a few minutes there was a tense silence.
"So..." Emi and Rage said at the same time.
"Uh...you first." Emi said.
"No, you go on ahead." Rage replied.
"No no...you go ahead." Emi said.
"Umm...the funny thing is I really don't have anything to say." Rage replied. Emi was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Emi said.
"I'll get it." Rage said with a brighter voice. Rage opened the door and there stood Andrew.
"Hi Emi!" Andrew said brightly.
"Hey!" Emi replied. Andrew came over and gave Emi a light kiss on the cheek. Emi blushed a little and Rage turned away quickly.
"Um..." Rage began. "I...uh...think the others are going to be coming soon." Rage said.
"Um...yeah." Emi said still blushing a little.
"Rage, you really need to get a girlfriend, bro!" Andrew said. "I mean, you can't stay single for the rest of your life!"
"Dude, you just don't get it." Rage said with a mischievous look. "I mean I have this waiting list to sort out. I'm taking my time choosing the right one." Rage said with a wink.
"Haha." Andrew said with sarcasm. At that moment a bright light burst into the room. Emi and Rage felt their bodies depleting rapidly.
"Oh my GOSH!" Emi shrieked. In less than a second Rage and Emi were gone.
"Umm...Emi? Rage?" Andrew asked. They were nowhere to be seen. "OK, the joke's over." Andrew said. It was all worthless though because Rage and Emi were no where to be seen...
At the "Dancing Diva" Club, 1962:
"Hey girlfriend!" A girl named Tracy said. Tracy would've reminded others of an exotic African princess. She was wearing an outfit...that most kids wouldn't be suitable to see. Her hair was spiked behind her and her dark brown eyes were heavily made-up. She was wearing a leopard-skin dress with a shiny orange overcoat and fishnet stockings. Her dress was so short, one would've guessed it was 3 sizes too small for her. She had leopard skin platform boots that went up halfway between her ankles and knees.
"Hey ya little hootchie!" Tracy's friend Alicia said. Tracy laughed and almost tripped over a cup.
"You OK?" Alicia asked.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just fine--" Tracy interrupted herself with a hiccup. Her eyes were distant and her speech was slurred.
"You're drunk aren't you?" Alicia asked.
"What gives you (hiccup) that (hiccup) crazy idea?" Tracy replied, her voice was still slurred. Alicia rolled her eyes and tried carrying Tracy out of the club when Tracy screamed.
"What is UP with you? Geez, just SHUT UP Tracy!" Alicia said warningly.
"I'm not screaming. What's wrong with ya? I'm practically whispering." Tracy exclaimed. "Look, my fingers! They're so...strange. Did you know they wiggle?" Tracy said with her voice still slurred. The alcohol on her breath was now so strong that Alicia could smell it.
"Geez, if this is how people look like when they're drunk, I'm never gonna touch beer again..." Alicia murmured.
"I told ya (hiccup)! I'm not druuuunk!" Tracy yelled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Alicia replied. On the way out Alicia bumped into a guy on the way out.
"Sorry..." Alicia said quickly.
"It's OK." The guy replied.
"OMIGAWSH!!!!" Alicia shrieked. "You're Boldo, right?"
"Uh...yeah." Boldo replied.
"OMIGAWSH!!! I LUV THE WAY YOU DANCE!!!" Alicia screamed.
"Quit hollerin' I'm trying to brush my teeeeeeeth!" Tracy said, her eyes out of focus.
"Tracy...it's Boldo!!!" Alicia yelled.
"It is?" Tracy asked.
"YES!!!" Alicia screamed.
'He don't look bald to me. He has lotsa hairs if you ask me." Tracy said still in her drunken state. Alicia blushed a little.
"Sorry about my friend. She's drunk." Alicia informed.
"I ain't drunk!" Tracy yelled. Then she hiccuped and smiled.
"Um...OK." Boldo replied.
"Um...Boldo...your shoes are disappearing..." Alicia said with uncertainty.
"Hey looky here!!! My wiggly fingers are gone. Oh! Now my hand's going bye-bye!" Tracy said laughing and hiccuping.
Soon a bright light flashed in the still night and both Tracy and Boldo were gone...
"Ay-ay-ay, where's my samurai?" 18-year-old Charmy sang while she danced. Charmy was a cutesy girl who was wearing a cute little dress suit. It looked futuristic and hip. Her neon green hair stuck out from her helmet. She was wearing gloves and incredibly big boots. Charmy lived in space colony X-77614 in sector 3. It was the year 2923 AD.
"Keep it down in there will ya?" 21-year-old Astro yelled. "Geez, you're 18 but you ACT like a five year-old!" Astro was wearing a green and blue leotard-like thing. It was a popular trend in space. He was white gloves and huge boots like Charmy. There was a visor-like object covering his eyes.
"Astro...you're like, so mean!" Charmy teased. "What kinda brother are you?" she teased.
"The question is what kind of sister are you? What GALAXY are you from?" Astro replied annoyed.
"What are you doing anyway that would like, require TOTAL silence?" Charmy asked.
"I recently bought this new invention, a time machine." Astro mumbled. "But the instruction booklet is written in Manragefifese."
"Well, you toy with that thing, this is like, the coolest song. I'm so totally thrilled that I like, got this groovin'-data base! It has all the like, coolest songs!"
"Those songs are ancient. We're talking 923 years ago...maybe a decade or two more!" Astro said.
"Yeah, well like, back then the people must've been really cool to like, be able to have that kind of music!" Charmy argued back.
"Back then people still lived on Earth!" Astro replied, clearly shocked.
"Yeah, well like, grandma and grandpa like, lived on Earth ya know!" Charmy shrieked back.
"THEY WERE SEVEN YEARS OLD!" Astro yelled.
"Like, Whatever!" Charmy said as she started dancing again. "Dude, like, hurry up with that invention, Veronica's party is like starting in like, 10 minutes. Ya know Astro...Veronica does kinda have a thing for you and- "
"No Charmy, I'm not interested. I've given up on women!" Astro interjected.
"Look, I know Cindy was like, playing on you, but like, that doesn't mean everyone will." Charmy said trying to be a little comforting.
"It's not just that, OK Charmy? There's more reasons..." Astro said drifting mid-sentence. Charmy knew it was best not to ask.
"Well...let's like, get going." Charmy said.
"Right. Aw, this piece of worthless space junk!" Astro said throwing the invention on the floor. The invention started to smoke and bounce.
"ASTRO!" Charmy shrieked. "My BODY is like, disappearing!"
"What?!" Astro yelled. "ACK! So is mine!" In that split second, Astro grabbed the invention. They rapidly started disappearing until none of them could be seen, hence, our story begins...
On the Streets of New York City, 2000 AD:
"Yo, Emi!" Rage called out. Rage was a handsome Caucasian, 17 years of age with spiked brown hair and fiery brown eyes. He was wearing a red vest with a black shirt under it with baggy camaflouge pants.
"Yeah?" Emi asked. Emi was a gorgeous 16-year-old Asian American girl from Southern California with soft brown eyes and short, blue hair which was mostly covered by her white beanie. She was wearing a red shirt striped with yellow and a blue vest on top of it, along with baggy jeans and yellow-brown shoes. She recently moved to New York and mostly everyone in the school knew and liked her now.
"Andrew said he wants to meet you in front of school in 5 minutes."
"Oh, OK." Emi said.
Emi started to exit the school and accidentally bumped into a weird looking girl. She was wearing black cat-like ears on her head. She had a red long sleeve shirt with matching red boots that were so long that they went into her skirt. Her skirt was black and looked like a spider-web.
"Um...excuse me?" The weird looking girl began shyly.
"Yeah?" Emi asked.
"Did you by any chance see a robot with batteries on its back and a plug for a head?" The little girl asked.
"Uhhhhhh...is this some kinda joke?" Emi asked.
"So you haven't seen him? " The little girl asked with tears brimming in her eyes.
"Sorry, no. I haven't seen any kind of robot at all." Emi said with pity. "Say, where are your parents? What are you doing in a high school?"
"My parents died and I ran away from my foster parents. I'm looking for my robot in this high school...but I can't find him!" The little girl said.
"What's your name?" Emi asked.
"Zukin...but everyone calls me Devil-Zukin." The girl said.
"Well, if I find...your robot, I'll tell him your looking for him." Emi said.
"OK." Zukin said. Then she did the strangest thing. She flapped her wings and flew away from Emi.
"This place just gets weirder and weirder." Emi mumbled. She waited in front of the school until she saw Andrew walking towards her. Andrew was 17 years old. He had blonde hair and ice blue eyes. He was one of the few people in this particular high school who had a New York accent.
"Hey Emi!" Andrew said.
"Hey you, what's up?" Emi asked.
"Nothing much. Guess Rage told ya to meet me right?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah." Emi said. "So, we still up for tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'll come pick you up." Andrew responded.
"OK, I'll see ya tomorrow then."
Emi exited the school and walked towards her home. She got home and ran upstairs to her room. There were rave fliers, Anime posters, and pictures of breakdancers on the wall next to the door. On the left there was a window. Next to the window was Emi's study desk. On her desk was a computer and empty space for schoolwork. On the wall across from the door was her bed. On the left of her bed, there was a lamp, an alarm clock and her cordless phone charger (She has her own phone line!). There was also a picture frame with seashells around its border with a picture of her friends back in California. Above her bed was banner that said "Emi's Room" in graffiti style writing with different colors. On the right side of her bed was a stereo system along with a CD rack. Under her stereo was a set of drawers. On the right wall, there was her closet. She walked into her room and threw her backpack on the floor. She took off her beanie and fell onto the bed. She stared at the ceiling for a while thinking about her day. She had to admit, Rage was kinda cute...in a semi-bad-boy kind of way...but no, she was going out with Andrew. She hugged her beanie and was deep in thought. She had worn this beanie almost everywhere. She got up from her bed and went to her closet to choose tomorrow's outfit. She took out baggy white jeans that were frayed at the bottom and a short sleeved baby blue O'Neil International shirt. She also pulled out a stylish navy blue Roxy sweater. She put her beanie on top of her clothes. She was starting her homework when her phone rang.
"Hello?" Emi asked.
"Yo." A male voice said back.
"Oh, hey Rage, what's up?" Emi asked.
"Nothing much." Rage replied. "Hey, you busy tonight?"
"No, why?" Emi asked.
"I'm having a party." Rage responded. "Wanna come?"
"Sure." Emi answered. "Friday night party, eh?"
"Yep, my parents are outa town." Rage said.
"Oh. My mom's not even here yet." Emi said.
"Dude, what does your mom do for a living?" Rage asked.
"She's sell electrical items." Emi answered.
"Your dad?" Rage asked.
"He works with mom." Emi responded.
"Oh. Well, come on over, the party's startin' in 10 minutes." Rage said.
"Dude, you live across the street from me." Emi said.
"So come early!" Rage said. Emi laughed.
"All right. Bye!" Emi said. She hung up the phone, put her beanie on, and attached her cell phone to her waist. She ran downstairs, opened the door and walked across the street to Rage's house. Before she could ring the doorbell, he opened the door.
"Hey Emi. Haven't talked to you in ages!" Rage greeted with sarcasm. Emi giggled and Rage let her in. Rage walked out of the way so that Emi could come in and Emi looked around.
"So is Andy coming?" Emi asked casually.
"Um...yeah. I think he is." Rage said with a slight look of disappointment.
"Oh." Emi said. For a few minutes there was a tense silence.
"So..." Emi and Rage said at the same time.
"Uh...you first." Emi said.
"No, you go on ahead." Rage replied.
"No no...you go ahead." Emi said.
"Umm...the funny thing is I really don't have anything to say." Rage replied. Emi was about to say something when the doorbell rang.
"Oh!" Emi said.
"I'll get it." Rage said with a brighter voice. Rage opened the door and there stood Andrew.
"Hi Emi!" Andrew said brightly.
"Hey!" Emi replied. Andrew came over and gave Emi a light kiss on the cheek. Emi blushed a little and Rage turned away quickly.
"Um..." Rage began. "I...uh...think the others are going to be coming soon." Rage said.
"Um...yeah." Emi said still blushing a little.
"Rage, you really need to get a girlfriend, bro!" Andrew said. "I mean, you can't stay single for the rest of your life!"
"Dude, you just don't get it." Rage said with a mischievous look. "I mean I have this waiting list to sort out. I'm taking my time choosing the right one." Rage said with a wink.
"Haha." Andrew said with sarcasm. At that moment a bright light burst into the room. Emi and Rage felt their bodies depleting rapidly.
"Oh my GOSH!" Emi shrieked. In less than a second Rage and Emi were gone.
"Umm...Emi? Rage?" Andrew asked. They were nowhere to be seen. "OK, the joke's over." Andrew said. It was all worthless though because Rage and Emi were no where to be seen...
At the "Dancing Diva" Club, 1962:
"Hey girlfriend!" A girl named Tracy said. Tracy would've reminded others of an exotic African princess. She was wearing an outfit...that most kids wouldn't be suitable to see. Her hair was spiked behind her and her dark brown eyes were heavily made-up. She was wearing a leopard-skin dress with a shiny orange overcoat and fishnet stockings. Her dress was so short, one would've guessed it was 3 sizes too small for her. She had leopard skin platform boots that went up halfway between her ankles and knees.
"Hey ya little hootchie!" Tracy's friend Alicia said. Tracy laughed and almost tripped over a cup.
"You OK?" Alicia asked.
"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Just fine--" Tracy interrupted herself with a hiccup. Her eyes were distant and her speech was slurred.
"You're drunk aren't you?" Alicia asked.
"What gives you (hiccup) that (hiccup) crazy idea?" Tracy replied, her voice was still slurred. Alicia rolled her eyes and tried carrying Tracy out of the club when Tracy screamed.
"What is UP with you? Geez, just SHUT UP Tracy!" Alicia said warningly.
"I'm not screaming. What's wrong with ya? I'm practically whispering." Tracy exclaimed. "Look, my fingers! They're so...strange. Did you know they wiggle?" Tracy said with her voice still slurred. The alcohol on her breath was now so strong that Alicia could smell it.
"Geez, if this is how people look like when they're drunk, I'm never gonna touch beer again..." Alicia murmured.
"I told ya (hiccup)! I'm not druuuunk!" Tracy yelled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Alicia replied. On the way out Alicia bumped into a guy on the way out.
"Sorry..." Alicia said quickly.
"It's OK." The guy replied.
"OMIGAWSH!!!!" Alicia shrieked. "You're Boldo, right?"
"Uh...yeah." Boldo replied.
"OMIGAWSH!!! I LUV THE WAY YOU DANCE!!!" Alicia screamed.
"Quit hollerin' I'm trying to brush my teeeeeeeth!" Tracy said, her eyes out of focus.
"Tracy...it's Boldo!!!" Alicia yelled.
"It is?" Tracy asked.
"YES!!!" Alicia screamed.
'He don't look bald to me. He has lotsa hairs if you ask me." Tracy said still in her drunken state. Alicia blushed a little.
"Sorry about my friend. She's drunk." Alicia informed.
"I ain't drunk!" Tracy yelled. Then she hiccuped and smiled.
"Um...OK." Boldo replied.
"Um...Boldo...your shoes are disappearing..." Alicia said with uncertainty.
"Hey looky here!!! My wiggly fingers are gone. Oh! Now my hand's going bye-bye!" Tracy said laughing and hiccuping.
Soon a bright light flashed in the still night and both Tracy and Boldo were gone...
