Dislcaimer: I don't own Animorphs...but you already knew that!!
A/N: Well, here it is! The long awaited chapter two!! Enjoy!!
The Possibility
Chapter 2:
I looked around at the room I now assumed was mine. It was huge, compared to the one I had when I lived with my mom. The bed was of regular size and red curtains hung on thte average size windows. The rug was a golden-brown color and the walls were painted a creamy beige. There was a wooden dresser in one corner, a full length mirror, and a night-stand with a lamp. Inside the draw of the night-stand was a pen and a pad of paper, I didn't know why. The room was pretty much barren aside from those things, that and the picture in a frame on the dresser.
I yawned, stretched, and threw the covers off as I placed my feet on the soft fuzzy rug and walked over to the dresser to get a beter look at the picture. It was in a gold tinted frame, and as I got closer I realized it was a picture of Vegeta and my mom, a good fourteen years ago. I picked up the picture and its frame, peering intently and curiosuly at the happy couple in the picture. My mom didn't look the least bit pregnant, unless...Her stomach was a little bigger here than in the other pictures I had seen of her with Vegeta. There was only a few of them, but she did look just the slightest bit different in this one. So he must've never known. I wondered if theu would have stayed together if they'd known about the little me. Well, it was too late for that.
I placed the picture, standing up, back on the dresser in the place it was before I had started to examine it. Then, it dawned on me, what was I supposed to wear? I walked over to the mirror and peered at myself. Mt hair was pointing and sticking up in all sorts of weird directions. Basically all of them but down. I sighed and walked over to the dresser. My clothes too, weren't in the best state. They were wrinkled and dirty and looked horrid.
"Well, this is wonderful," I said to myself. "Hnnm, I wonder if...," I said as I opened the first draw of the dresser. "Hah hah! Yesss!! Clothes! All right!" They definately weren't the fashion back home, but good enough.
"A blue kimono type-thingy, okay," I said right before I sighed. "Well, better than what I'm wearing right now. Hmm, now...Where's the bathroom?"
I opened the door to my room and glance down the hall. First I peered left, then right. There was a phone on a table in the middle of the hall, right before a flight of stairs. I noticed that once of the doors in the hall to the right of me was open, so I tiptoed up to the open door and peered in. It was Trunks' room. He was sitting on his bed flicking through the channels on his TV, then he noticed me standing in his doorway.
"Oh, hi."
"Hello," I said.
"How's you sleep last night?" he asked me.
"Great, I haven't slept in days."
"Well that's good. I guess you slept well, I mean, it's already noon. Wow, you must've been really tired."
"Yeah, I guess so, huh?"
"You want to sit down? Watch some TV?"
"Thanks, butno. I don't understand Japanese, besides, I'm in dire need of a shower right now." I said, pointing at my tangled mess of blonde hair.
"Yeha, I noticed," he said wit ha laugh. "Just keep traveling the way you were going. Second door on the left."
"Thanks, Trunks."
"No problem," he said. I turned to leave and he started to flick through stations on the TV again.
I looked at him once more before I left his room. How can he be my brother, or half brother, anyway, I thought to myself as I walked down the hall. Oh well. A nice shower is all I need to get my brain functioning again. Gives me some time to think. Then, my thoughts were interupted...
A/N: Well, here it is! The long awaited chapter two!! Enjoy!!
The Possibility
Chapter 2:
I looked around at the room I now assumed was mine. It was huge, compared to the one I had when I lived with my mom. The bed was of regular size and red curtains hung on thte average size windows. The rug was a golden-brown color and the walls were painted a creamy beige. There was a wooden dresser in one corner, a full length mirror, and a night-stand with a lamp. Inside the draw of the night-stand was a pen and a pad of paper, I didn't know why. The room was pretty much barren aside from those things, that and the picture in a frame on the dresser.
I yawned, stretched, and threw the covers off as I placed my feet on the soft fuzzy rug and walked over to the dresser to get a beter look at the picture. It was in a gold tinted frame, and as I got closer I realized it was a picture of Vegeta and my mom, a good fourteen years ago. I picked up the picture and its frame, peering intently and curiosuly at the happy couple in the picture. My mom didn't look the least bit pregnant, unless...Her stomach was a little bigger here than in the other pictures I had seen of her with Vegeta. There was only a few of them, but she did look just the slightest bit different in this one. So he must've never known. I wondered if theu would have stayed together if they'd known about the little me. Well, it was too late for that.
I placed the picture, standing up, back on the dresser in the place it was before I had started to examine it. Then, it dawned on me, what was I supposed to wear? I walked over to the mirror and peered at myself. Mt hair was pointing and sticking up in all sorts of weird directions. Basically all of them but down. I sighed and walked over to the dresser. My clothes too, weren't in the best state. They were wrinkled and dirty and looked horrid.
"Well, this is wonderful," I said to myself. "Hnnm, I wonder if...," I said as I opened the first draw of the dresser. "Hah hah! Yesss!! Clothes! All right!" They definately weren't the fashion back home, but good enough.
"A blue kimono type-thingy, okay," I said right before I sighed. "Well, better than what I'm wearing right now. Hmm, now...Where's the bathroom?"
I opened the door to my room and glance down the hall. First I peered left, then right. There was a phone on a table in the middle of the hall, right before a flight of stairs. I noticed that once of the doors in the hall to the right of me was open, so I tiptoed up to the open door and peered in. It was Trunks' room. He was sitting on his bed flicking through the channels on his TV, then he noticed me standing in his doorway.
"Oh, hi."
"Hello," I said.
"How's you sleep last night?" he asked me.
"Great, I haven't slept in days."
"Well that's good. I guess you slept well, I mean, it's already noon. Wow, you must've been really tired."
"Yeah, I guess so, huh?"
"You want to sit down? Watch some TV?"
"Thanks, butno. I don't understand Japanese, besides, I'm in dire need of a shower right now." I said, pointing at my tangled mess of blonde hair.
"Yeha, I noticed," he said wit ha laugh. "Just keep traveling the way you were going. Second door on the left."
"Thanks, Trunks."
"No problem," he said. I turned to leave and he started to flick through stations on the TV again.
I looked at him once more before I left his room. How can he be my brother, or half brother, anyway, I thought to myself as I walked down the hall. Oh well. A nice shower is all I need to get my brain functioning again. Gives me some time to think. Then, my thoughts were interupted...