An Overactive Imagination
By Arizima
Chapter Three
AN: Wow, I can't believe it. I'm writing chapter three, and still no reviews. Ah, well. *sigh* Oh, yes, I finally remembered to put my accent in my dialogue. You may find it annoying, but I'm trying to have an honest self-insertion, here. They way I speak is WAY different from the way I type. Heh. ^_^;;;
Normal words Narrative (It's all in Past Tense though)
"Quotes" Speech
Carrots Narrative Thought (Yes, the main character thinks in English)
That morning, I was awakened by gray light coming in through the doorway. I struggled to remember how long I had slept, decided it wasn't enough, and pulled the blanket over my head. After a few minutes of peace, I heard footsteps, and a shadow fell over the blanket. A hand snatched the blanket away from my face.
" Rise and shine, little one!" called Professor Cypress cheerily. Too cheerily.
" First kid, now little one. Why don'tcha call me by my name?" I said grumpily.
" You never told me your name." I thought over it a moment.
" D'oh."
" Your name is D'oh? I find that hard to believe." I quickly waved my hands.
" No! My name is Chrissy! Not D'oh!"
I can't have everyone calling me D'oh for the whole time I'm here!
" Well, Chrissy, why don't you go take a bath, and I'll wash your clothes?" I nodded.
" Okay."
" Well, you know where the bathroom is, I'll come in later to collect your clothes." I nodded again and headed out past her to the bathroom from last night.
Pretty soon I had the bathwater running, and I heard a knock at the door, which opened a crack. I jumped behind the shower curtain.
" Chrissy? Can you hand me your clothes? I won't look, I promise." I was about to nod, but then realized that she couldn't see me.
" Okay!" I wrapped a towel around myself, grabbed my clothes off the floor, and handed my clothes to her through the door.
" Thanks. I'll let you wear some of my son's old clothes when you come out. Sorry, I don't have any girl clothes in your size."
" Um, the shirt I was wearin' came outta the Boy's Department. I don't mind."
" Oh."
" Now can ya gimme some privacy? I'm takin' a bath, here!"
" Okay, okay!" The door snapped shut and I guess she left. I sighed and finally got to take my bath.
Of course, when I was done, she hadn't come back yet.
" HEY, PROFESSOR CYPRESS! WHERE ARE YA?" I yelled impatiently. I heard footsteps and the door opened a crack again. A hand shot through, holding a lime green T-shirt, a pair of jeans, and necessarywear.
" You're a very impatient child, aren't you?"
" Yeah. Sorry, it's a curse."
" Fine. Tell me when you're coming out." She sounded a bit irritated. I dressed quickly and came out. " Great. Well, once you get something in your stomach, get ready for some serious learning."
" Hey, if I can learn Debate with no prior experience, I can certainly learn about somethin' I've been theorizin' and wonderin' about since fifth grade."
" How old are you, anyway?"
" Fourteen. Ninth Grade. Freshman— er, freshwoman. Why?"
" Fourteen? You look like you're twelve."
" Why, 'cause I'm short and scrawny and entered puberty late because my fat levels were too low?" Professor Cypress blinked rapidly.
" Er, yes."
" Don't worry, everybody says that."
" Um, okay." She sighed and guided me to her kitchen, which actually had windows. I could see that we were in the middle of a lake, with a metal bridge leading to the shore. Just like I imagined it. Once we had eaten— Professor Cypress's cooking skills can be compared to that of my school cafeteria— she's good at a few things, but everything else sucks. Professor Cypress came back from somewhere she had been for a few minutes, carrying several thick books. Welp, time to begin.
You know how they say that time flies when you're being happy? Well, learning makes me happy. So I must have been very happy that week, because it was almost a blur. Hey, wasn't that like a line from the Merlin movie? Whoa.
It was the last day before I had to take my exam, and Professor Cypress had decided to give me a break because I had done so well— or so I thought. Instead, while I was on the couch watching TV (some sitcom involving Pokémon Trainers and a crazy Ditto that got everybody in trouble with its Transform technique, called "Everybody Loves Ditto—Or Not.") she came in, tossing me a pair of slip-ons and some socks, which I recognized as the pair I was wearing the night I had come here.
" Put these on."
" Huh? Why?" I asked. I hate it when people give me orders for no apparent reason.
" Well, you can't expect to go on your journey in borrowed clothes, can you?" she said reasonably. Oh.
" How do ya know I'll pass the exam?" Professor Cypress leaned against the doorway.
" You're one of the best students I've ever had. I'm sure that—"
" Ya mean one of the best students yeh've had for my age."
" No, I mean best student." She said shortly. " Anyway, from what you've told me, you test well. You should have no problem passing."
" Fine. Just to letcha know, I hate shoppin'. I shop like a guy. Hunt the bear, kill the bear, bring the bear home, or spend the day gatherin' the best berries. The difference between a hunter and a gatherer."
" Huh?" I sighed.
" For a professor of my own creation, ya ain't all that smart."
" What's a bear? The only non-Pokémon animals that live in Cirto are ones we eat." I shoved my socked feet into the shoes.
" Let's go, okay?" Professor Cypress nodded curtly. We headed out across the metal bridge from the lab to town (Futir town doesn't actually contain the lab; it's on the outskirts), and when we finally reached the store, I was surprised.
" Kohl's? Ya have Kohl's?"
" Yes, is that odd?"
" There're Kohl's in MY world!"
" Well, if you DID create Cirto, then I guess the department stores of your world got crossed over. Now, come on." Professor Cypress dragged me by my sleeve into the freezing, air-conditioned building, which was a lot bigger than the Kohl's at home, and had a lot more stuff.
For the next hour, I was administered shopping torture, although we did find some neat stuff. Professor Cypress paid for it all, of course. I didn't have a cent to my name; I don't carry money in my pockets when I go to bed. When we got back to the lab, it was time for dinner. I was very exhausted for some reason.
Oh, wait. Shopping torture. Duh. As soon as my plate was cleared, I headed down the hall to take a bath and go to the now-prepared guest room to go to bed.
AN: Well, sorry that nothing really happened, but it was getting long enough. Heh, nothing more to say. Bye.
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