Here I am
This is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am
Just me and you
tonight we'll make our dreams come true
it's a new world
it's a new start
it's alive with the beating of young hearts
it's a new day
it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
here I am
here we are
we've just begun
and after all this time our time has come
here we are
still going strong
right here in the place where we belong
it's a new world
it's a new start
it's alive with the beating of young hearts
it's a new day
it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
here I am
(Bryan Adams. I love the Spirit and L&S soundtracks.)
Like she'd awoke that morning in the banana crate, 600 didn't open her eyes. But she could hear voices. Strange smells were in the air. One was of books. Books! 600 leapt up. She found that she was lying on a huge chair. Around her were shelves and shelves of books. She hopped off of the chair and began to sniff the air and tilt her head to catch every sound with her now fanned ears.
"Come here, she's awake," a voice whispered in a vain attempt to get by 600s sharp hearing. The experiment turned to see a human, a black girl about 12 years old. The girl had pale blue rimmed glassed on. 600 growled and her hackles bristled.
"Calm down. We're the ones who brought you here," the girl said.
"Where is 'here'? And who is 'we,'" 600 asked.
"This is my family's library. We found you under the stairs. I'm Aba Bluestone. Who are you?"
"I am Experiment 600," the teal furred creature replied. She wouldn't tell this human anything else.
At that moment, a woman who looked a lot like Aba came in. 600 didn't have to think twice before realizing that this was the girl's mother.
"You're awake," the woman said in a voice that was gentle and slightly calming to 600.
"So I am. So I am," 600 told them. Then she walked over into a corner and scrunched into a shadow emitted by a shelf. She was wondering why they'd taken her in, and if they'd let her leave.
Late in the afternoon, Aba came walking over to 600 with something in her hands. The creature turned her back to the girl until she heard footsteps walking away. Slowly, 600 turned back around to see two bowls on the floor. One was filled with some kind of meat cut into strips and a slice of bread. Another was filled with water that had several cubes of ice in it. 600 didn't eat even though she was starving. That food probably was poisoned or drugged or filled with ground glass.
She leaned down and sniffed each bowl. She didn't smell any foreign substances in it. 600s brain told her to leave it alone even if she couldn't smell anything. Her stomach said what Ozzy's always had told him-to go ahead and eat. For once, 600 silenced her brain and dug in.
Later, Aba came back again for the empty bowls. 600s back was turned but she looked behind her with one eye. She had loved the food and hadn't gone blind from it. Was it possible that these humans weren't bad at all?
For two more days, this went on. People came in and thought that it was some kind of dog in the dark corner. 600 hid in the corner and Aba brought food 3 times a day. She would say something to 600, and each time the dark aqua critter would look at her more. Finally, she stopped putting her back to the girl all together.
On the second night, Experiment 600 gathered her courage and left the corner. The library was dark, but 600 followed the human scents to a flight of stairs. She climbed them slowly and found a long hall with a lit door at the end. Slowly, she padded down the hallway and peeked inside Aba's room.
The ceiling was slanted like an attic. Books taken from downstairs were lying on shelves. A telescope was positioned at the window, staring at the moon and a small table adorned with things you'd find in a school laboratory was at the wall. 600 was impressed. This human obviously loved learning as much as much as she did. And despite all of that, a TV rigged with an X-Box was there, taking away any ideas that Aba was a nerd. 600 looked over to where a single white bed sat. On it's royal blue cover, Aba sat. She was reading "The Lovely Bones."
"I hate that story," 600 commented.
"Me too," Aba answered. She didn't even seem to think it was weird to suddenly find the creature that had mistrusted her for two days now sitting at the foot of the bed.
"It's too depressing. Chronicles of Narnia is good though," 600 said.
"I hate Aslan," Aba replied.
"Me too." Aba smiled and put her book down.
"Where did you come from, 600?" she asked.
600 paused for a minute and then walked over to the telescope that was pointing at the night sky. She took a second to figure out the date and then tilted it several angles. She put her eye too the lens and twisted the knobs. Then she stepped back and pointed to the viewing piece. Aba looked in.
"See that really faint light between those two stars? That's Turo. My creator was arrested. He and one of his experiments are on this planet too. I hope more of them made it," 600 explained with a sigh. Aba didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything. After a long silence, she turned to 600.
"Where have you been living?"
"With friends," 600 answered.
"Do you mean that house down the street that has that weird little blue thing? He goes through our garbage sometimes."
"That's Stitch," 600 confirmed with a smile. "He found a home a long time ago. Now I'm hoping to find one of my own."
"Did you ever consider that maybe you just did?"
600 looked at the girl. It was true. She had so much in common with this girl and even her mother seemed nice. She really did like the Bluestones. She nodded slowly and then more firmly.
"Yes, and I really do think it's a good idea."
"That's great! Do you want a name?" Aba asked.
"I have a name. I'm Experiment six-hund...oh. You meant a name," 600 said.
"How about Estelle? It means universal," Aba suggested.
600 said the name under her breath several times. She liked the sound and it's meaning. Then she smiled and looked out the window. Tomorrow, she'd go down that blacktop path to Stitch, Jumba, Nani, Lilo, and especially Ozzy. She had to visit him. She had something important to tell him that she'd been feeling for years.
I know, the name I picked for the family is dumb. It was spur of the moment.
This is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be
Here I am
Just me and you
tonight we'll make our dreams come true
it's a new world
it's a new start
it's alive with the beating of young hearts
it's a new day
it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
here I am
here we are
we've just begun
and after all this time our time has come
here we are
still going strong
right here in the place where we belong
it's a new world
it's a new start
it's alive with the beating of young hearts
it's a new day
it's a new plan
I've been waiting for you
here I am
(Bryan Adams. I love the Spirit and L&S soundtracks.)
Like she'd awoke that morning in the banana crate, 600 didn't open her eyes. But she could hear voices. Strange smells were in the air. One was of books. Books! 600 leapt up. She found that she was lying on a huge chair. Around her were shelves and shelves of books. She hopped off of the chair and began to sniff the air and tilt her head to catch every sound with her now fanned ears.
"Come here, she's awake," a voice whispered in a vain attempt to get by 600s sharp hearing. The experiment turned to see a human, a black girl about 12 years old. The girl had pale blue rimmed glassed on. 600 growled and her hackles bristled.
"Calm down. We're the ones who brought you here," the girl said.
"Where is 'here'? And who is 'we,'" 600 asked.
"This is my family's library. We found you under the stairs. I'm Aba Bluestone. Who are you?"
"I am Experiment 600," the teal furred creature replied. She wouldn't tell this human anything else.
At that moment, a woman who looked a lot like Aba came in. 600 didn't have to think twice before realizing that this was the girl's mother.
"You're awake," the woman said in a voice that was gentle and slightly calming to 600.
"So I am. So I am," 600 told them. Then she walked over into a corner and scrunched into a shadow emitted by a shelf. She was wondering why they'd taken her in, and if they'd let her leave.
Late in the afternoon, Aba came walking over to 600 with something in her hands. The creature turned her back to the girl until she heard footsteps walking away. Slowly, 600 turned back around to see two bowls on the floor. One was filled with some kind of meat cut into strips and a slice of bread. Another was filled with water that had several cubes of ice in it. 600 didn't eat even though she was starving. That food probably was poisoned or drugged or filled with ground glass.
She leaned down and sniffed each bowl. She didn't smell any foreign substances in it. 600s brain told her to leave it alone even if she couldn't smell anything. Her stomach said what Ozzy's always had told him-to go ahead and eat. For once, 600 silenced her brain and dug in.
Later, Aba came back again for the empty bowls. 600s back was turned but she looked behind her with one eye. She had loved the food and hadn't gone blind from it. Was it possible that these humans weren't bad at all?
For two more days, this went on. People came in and thought that it was some kind of dog in the dark corner. 600 hid in the corner and Aba brought food 3 times a day. She would say something to 600, and each time the dark aqua critter would look at her more. Finally, she stopped putting her back to the girl all together.
On the second night, Experiment 600 gathered her courage and left the corner. The library was dark, but 600 followed the human scents to a flight of stairs. She climbed them slowly and found a long hall with a lit door at the end. Slowly, she padded down the hallway and peeked inside Aba's room.
The ceiling was slanted like an attic. Books taken from downstairs were lying on shelves. A telescope was positioned at the window, staring at the moon and a small table adorned with things you'd find in a school laboratory was at the wall. 600 was impressed. This human obviously loved learning as much as much as she did. And despite all of that, a TV rigged with an X-Box was there, taking away any ideas that Aba was a nerd. 600 looked over to where a single white bed sat. On it's royal blue cover, Aba sat. She was reading "The Lovely Bones."
"I hate that story," 600 commented.
"Me too," Aba answered. She didn't even seem to think it was weird to suddenly find the creature that had mistrusted her for two days now sitting at the foot of the bed.
"It's too depressing. Chronicles of Narnia is good though," 600 said.
"I hate Aslan," Aba replied.
"Me too." Aba smiled and put her book down.
"Where did you come from, 600?" she asked.
600 paused for a minute and then walked over to the telescope that was pointing at the night sky. She took a second to figure out the date and then tilted it several angles. She put her eye too the lens and twisted the knobs. Then she stepped back and pointed to the viewing piece. Aba looked in.
"See that really faint light between those two stars? That's Turo. My creator was arrested. He and one of his experiments are on this planet too. I hope more of them made it," 600 explained with a sigh. Aba didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything. After a long silence, she turned to 600.
"Where have you been living?"
"With friends," 600 answered.
"Do you mean that house down the street that has that weird little blue thing? He goes through our garbage sometimes."
"That's Stitch," 600 confirmed with a smile. "He found a home a long time ago. Now I'm hoping to find one of my own."
"Did you ever consider that maybe you just did?"
600 looked at the girl. It was true. She had so much in common with this girl and even her mother seemed nice. She really did like the Bluestones. She nodded slowly and then more firmly.
"Yes, and I really do think it's a good idea."
"That's great! Do you want a name?" Aba asked.
"I have a name. I'm Experiment six-hund...oh. You meant a name," 600 said.
"How about Estelle? It means universal," Aba suggested.
600 said the name under her breath several times. She liked the sound and it's meaning. Then she smiled and looked out the window. Tomorrow, she'd go down that blacktop path to Stitch, Jumba, Nani, Lilo, and especially Ozzy. She had to visit him. She had something important to tell him that she'd been feeling for years.
I know, the name I picked for the family is dumb. It was spur of the moment.