Chapter 2:
I decided it would be safer to go straight to school, so I got ready and left without saying a word to anyone, from any fandom.
I was greatly relieved to see Degrassi Community School, I had been half-expecting 24/Seven-ville's The Oaks. I rushed into Degrassi even though I was two hours early for classes.
"Hi Eddie!" I greeted the blind teacher. "Wait. What are you doing here?"
"Kelsey. You seem surprised to see me," he observed.
"You're supposed to be in 24/Seven-ville," I informed him.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm just a little confused. I think I may have eaten something that didn't agree with me," I explained.
Like, oh say, a chicken teriyaki sandwich and chili cheese fries and 2 diet cokes at Bakers perhaps?
Yeah. Like that.
"That's a pity. Perhaps you should have Vice-Principle Chapman call-"
"Wait. Chapman?" But, he's from Animorph-ania.
"Yes."
"I think I'll go make a call myself. I'll talk to you later Eddie!"
"Always pleased to help Kelsey," Eddie called after me.
"Hello?" Someone familiar picked up the phone at my uncle's.
"Um, hi. Can I please speak to the Professor?" I requested.
Wait, wait, wait! Since when is the Professor there?
Since now I guess.
Good answer.
Oh shut-up!
"Kels? Is that you?"
"Marco? Is that you?" I replied mockingly.
"Yeah."
"Good. Then get me the Professor, NOW!" I commanded.
"Yes'm."
"Kelsey?" A new voice was on the line.
"Professor! Read my mind and tell me what the heck is going on here. PLEASE!"
"You know I can't do that," the Professor chided.
"Forget morals and all that, you HAVE to do it!" I insisted.
"No, I mean I CAN'T. As the child of Jean Grey and Magneto your mind is closed to me," the Professor explained.
WHAT? We never wrote that!
"What? I never wrote that!" I exclaimed in horror.
"Nevertheless, you thought it and that made it true," Xavier elaborated.
I'm confused. I thought Xavier couldn't read my/her/our mind.
It's The Great Portable Fanfic, just go with it!
Oh alright, but I don't have to like it.
Will you shut-up and let us get back to the story?
Fine.
Fine
Great.
Ssh!
"So, you can't tell me what the heck is going on here?" I asked the Professor.
"No more than you've already figured out," the Professor confirmed.
"And no one else in these 6 universes is confused?"
"We are all figments of your imagination," Xavier pointed out.
"My imagination IS confused!" I insisted.
So is mine!
Be. Quiet.
"No, your imagination is over-active. The part of you based in reality is confused," the Professor corrected.
"There's a part of me based in reality? So many people will be SO glad to hear that."
"Kelsey! Stop tying up the phone! I've got to call my mum and ask her to come visit me!" A blond with an American accent that occasionally lapsed into Brittish announced.
"Tally! Hang on just a sec," I requested. "Professor, I gotta go. Thanks for your help, I think."
"You are always welcome. Goodbye."
"Girls, hurry up or you'll be late to homeroom," an Asian woman warned
"Sorry Ms. Kwan! Come on Tally!" I encouraged.
Wait! Stop! Hold the phone! 2 hours haven't passed yet!
YEARS have passed in two pages of fanfiction. 2 hours is nothing! Besides, this is The Great Portable Fanfic. Go with it.
I decided it would be safer to go straight to school, so I got ready and left without saying a word to anyone, from any fandom.
I was greatly relieved to see Degrassi Community School, I had been half-expecting 24/Seven-ville's The Oaks. I rushed into Degrassi even though I was two hours early for classes.
"Hi Eddie!" I greeted the blind teacher. "Wait. What are you doing here?"
"Kelsey. You seem surprised to see me," he observed.
"You're supposed to be in 24/Seven-ville," I informed him.
"Are you feeling alright?"
"I'm just a little confused. I think I may have eaten something that didn't agree with me," I explained.
Like, oh say, a chicken teriyaki sandwich and chili cheese fries and 2 diet cokes at Bakers perhaps?
Yeah. Like that.
"That's a pity. Perhaps you should have Vice-Principle Chapman call-"
"Wait. Chapman?" But, he's from Animorph-ania.
"Yes."
"I think I'll go make a call myself. I'll talk to you later Eddie!"
"Always pleased to help Kelsey," Eddie called after me.
"Hello?" Someone familiar picked up the phone at my uncle's.
"Um, hi. Can I please speak to the Professor?" I requested.
Wait, wait, wait! Since when is the Professor there?
Since now I guess.
Good answer.
Oh shut-up!
"Kels? Is that you?"
"Marco? Is that you?" I replied mockingly.
"Yeah."
"Good. Then get me the Professor, NOW!" I commanded.
"Yes'm."
"Kelsey?" A new voice was on the line.
"Professor! Read my mind and tell me what the heck is going on here. PLEASE!"
"You know I can't do that," the Professor chided.
"Forget morals and all that, you HAVE to do it!" I insisted.
"No, I mean I CAN'T. As the child of Jean Grey and Magneto your mind is closed to me," the Professor explained.
WHAT? We never wrote that!
"What? I never wrote that!" I exclaimed in horror.
"Nevertheless, you thought it and that made it true," Xavier elaborated.
I'm confused. I thought Xavier couldn't read my/her/our mind.
It's The Great Portable Fanfic, just go with it!
Oh alright, but I don't have to like it.
Will you shut-up and let us get back to the story?
Fine.
Fine
Great.
Ssh!
"So, you can't tell me what the heck is going on here?" I asked the Professor.
"No more than you've already figured out," the Professor confirmed.
"And no one else in these 6 universes is confused?"
"We are all figments of your imagination," Xavier pointed out.
"My imagination IS confused!" I insisted.
So is mine!
Be. Quiet.
"No, your imagination is over-active. The part of you based in reality is confused," the Professor corrected.
"There's a part of me based in reality? So many people will be SO glad to hear that."
"Kelsey! Stop tying up the phone! I've got to call my mum and ask her to come visit me!" A blond with an American accent that occasionally lapsed into Brittish announced.
"Tally! Hang on just a sec," I requested. "Professor, I gotta go. Thanks for your help, I think."
"You are always welcome. Goodbye."
"Girls, hurry up or you'll be late to homeroom," an Asian woman warned
"Sorry Ms. Kwan! Come on Tally!" I encouraged.
Wait! Stop! Hold the phone! 2 hours haven't passed yet!
YEARS have passed in two pages of fanfiction. 2 hours is nothing! Besides, this is The Great Portable Fanfic. Go with it.