Disclaimer: This is the longest one. I do not own the following: An old anime, Digimon, Pokemon, Zelda, Kirby, Banjo-Kazooie/Tooie, Legend of a Dragoon, and many more.
Note: This fic was started in SECOND GRADE, I repeat, SECOND GRADE. So, the first couple of chapters should be a little on the lame side. This is also one of the most confusing things I ever wrote, so bare with me.
Ryan and Jenny has helped in the making of this fic, and all profanity has been blocked (unless you want it, of course). In addition, the "G" rating may be boosted up to "PG-13" later.
I am highly open to suggestions, not flames, so feel free to leave something for us to consider.
Oh, and one more thing, this thing is LONG. Extremely. We're talking left to right nonstop for at least two pages. You'll see the word count add up... and up.. So if you're one of those people who like to read quick stuff, don't try reading this anywhere!! And with that, let's go on... to a preview
Ch. 1 The Alien School
"Recite the alphabet," said the teacher. (I TOLD YOU TO BARE WITH ME!!!!!) Where are they? I thought. (I'm narrator here) Sean and Dillon must be somewhere. "Okay," I said. "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. Now that I sung my ABC's, wont you next time sing with me, Omatops?" Omatops is my good buddy. "Fine," he muttered. We sang, "ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ. Now that we sung our ABC's, won't you, teacher, sing with us? And why is your voice like a computer?"
That is our excerpt. Please, please review. I need to see if this is worth it. If you encourage this, you will not be turned down. Major editing will be done, and shortening will also be done, too. I promise you, this will be a good fic. If not, feel free to bash me on the head with a telephone pole using your imagination/arms/other parts. OK? Ok, we got that settled pretty easily....