Disclaimer: Square owns Final Fantasy IX. I'm sure all of you know that. Abercrombie and Fitch belongs to Abercrombie and Fitch. I hope you knew that! Hand-Me-That (TM) is just something I made up. Now you know. The Kansas line comes from the Wizard of Oz. Did I need to tell you that? I own Vanessa. After reading about her, well.. I think you'll be glad.
A/N: A cliche idea with a not-so-cliche character, plot, or outcome. Just so you know, Vanessa is NOT like me.. at all. We're not complete opposites, yet she isn't a carbon copy. I know I'M interested in how it'll turn out! Sound interesting? If so...
Dare to read?
Like, Final Fantasy IX - by ThingBling
Chapter I: Abercrombie and Fitch
Vanessa Morrison was a normal sixteen-year-old girl.. at least, she'd like to think so. She wore the Abercrombie and Fitch shirts, the Abercromie and Fitch pants, and YES! She even went through the trouble to order a pair of nice, pink Abercrombie and Fitch socks!
Okay, so Vanessa wasn't normal. No preppy is. While she wasn't a total snob, like some of her popular friends, she was, to be blunt, a bit of an airhead. That isn't such a bad thing, but it's not so good, either. Poor Vanessa: it didn't end there!
She loved doing her nails - which isn't wrong! No, no, no.. doing your nails is usually a character of good hygiene! ... Unless you're Vanessa. Then it's your life. She loved the glitter and the bright, cheerful colors of a good nail job. In fact, she valued her quality nail-time so much that every morning that began with a sunrise, she would set up her little Hand-Me-That (TM) makeup set, and wage war against the day-old choice of colors that rested on her fingers. This was also a way for her to color-coordinate.
Was Vanessa a bit obsessed? A bit obsessed, was Vanessa.
But it didn't matter! We all love Vanessa, right? Right down to her pink Abercrombie and Fitch socks? ... well, don't answer, then! Because Vanessa wouldn't hear it! If she did, she'd plunk you right in the middle of the "peasant crowd", as she donned it, which avoided her just as much as she avoided it. In order to escape the "peasant crowd", as soon as she reached the school doors, which always happened to be right before the opening school bell rang, she'd snuggle into her own crowd: the "royalty". And she'd stay with them until first hour's bell drew near.
Do you like Vanessa thus far? Good, because this story revolves around her! What, did I just her a pained moan? Not to worry; I think Vanessa will feel the same way when she finds out that-
"Oops!" Popularity obviously didn't count when it came to chemistry grades. "Teacheeeer!"
Heads turned to the cry of distress. Was it for real this time? Oh, it was only Vanessa. Figures: every other day it was Vanessa! Be it mixing pure sodium and water, but spilling the calming results on yourself (today's episode), or lighting a match, observing, and making a conclusion why the gas burner shouldn't have been turned on so close to it (Mr. Slightly: VANESSA!!!) .. yes, all of these incidences went on Vanessa's credit, and all of them teetered on the brink of failure in science. But Vanessa kept on plowing.
"Uh, uh! This stuff stinks!" Fizzing water all over her new Abercrombie and Fitch pink t-shirt, Vanessa didn't exactly have the wits about her to head over to the washing station. "Does anyone have some Abercrombie and Fitch perfume??"
"MISS MORRISON!!" Oh, poor Vanessa.
The rest of Vanessa Morrison's science class period was spent cleaning up her little mess: herself and her station. When the bell rang, telling everyone that their seventh and final hour in the school building had ended, the entire class coursed around the soggy teenager and her current project: trying to dry the floor around the "danger area".
"Caution! Wet floor!" Vanessa growled at someone's attempt to be witty. How she hated being a ditz! Although, of course, she would never admit it...
"Vanessa, dear, how was school?" An overpowering fragrance washed over our heroine as she opened her front door. She heard the school bus she had just exited putt on past her (guess the color!) pink house as she closed the entrance. She turned towards her curly-haired mother and said, softly-
"AWFUL! Mother, I can't believe you make me go to school! Why can't I just drop out?! Why, why, why..?!!" A white Abercrombie and Fitch schoolbag hit the plush living room carpet. Vanessa delicately kicked her new Vans shoes off, which both landed right next to each other in a perfect pair. She flung herself forward, onto a clean, soft couch, sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
"Honey, darling, angel-pie," Vanessa's mother sat down next to her distraught daughter and managed to put a hand on her perfect, violently shaking shoulders. "Don't say such an awful thing! Why, you have a C-average! You're passing beautifully.."
Vanessa sniffed, wondering whether to bury her head in her mother's blue blouse, or to clout the side of the face of the woman whom she had told NOT to touch her that very morning. "It would be a perfect B-average if I didn't have chemistry.. or Phy. Ed.!" Sadly, Vanessa was in the "track" unit in Physical Education. As far as she was concerned, NO ONE should have to participate in the hurdles, EVER!
"Now, now," her mother reached up to brush back a light brown strand of hair from her sweetie's face. "What can cheer you up, hmm? What if I told you it's a Friday?"
"I don't care!" Vanessa screamed, jumping off the couch and onto her cat - "MEEOOW!", it ran away without a second thought; then our teenage disaster sank down, hopelessly. "Nothing can make me feel any better!"
"What if I got you a new set of clothes?"
"No."
"A new hair-styling kit??"
"No!"
"A month's worth of allowance???"
"NO!"
Her mother recoiled, reaching back into the very pits of her soul for an answer. But an answer didn't come; rather, a distraction..
"Vanessa, sugar-dumpling.. what if I rent out a PlayStation for you?"
"...Okay!" It was as if the cogs of fate had suddenly reversed! Why would her mother suddenly let her rent out a PlayStation for her? Before, her mother had vowed to Vanessa's face that she would never let her touch that blood-stained, dirty, mutilating entertainment center! It slaughtered all innocence! It twisted people's minds!!
...It gave us this story...
"So, pick a game." Vanessa's face was pressed up against the glass. Which game to rent out? The attendant behind her, fidgetty and nervous, held onto the PlayStation that her mother had requested. "Have you at least got an idea?"
"Umm.." Her bottom lip sticking out notieably, Vanessa pondered the possibilities.
"Could you hurry it up? It's been, like, fifteen minutes since you arrived here, and my helper is on dinner break.."
Slowly, Vanessa turned over the few striking titles in her mind. There was that Barbie one, but she thought it might be for the younger generation. Threads of Fate also looked adorable, and Britney Spears was almost a must-see (for Vanessa) ! Finally, after much deliberation, and much to the attendant's pleasure, Vanessa opened her mouth. "I think I'll take that one!"
"Huh?"
Vanessa pointed to a game cover with a very odd-looking group of people on it. A man with armor on was pushed into the background by a cute little shadow-boy and charming adolescent with a tail. Well, there was a creepy looking character on the far right with clown-like hair that she had to get over, but what outweighed all the bad was the pretty, sincere girl on the left. As fair as a rose, and graceful as a ballerina, this dark-haired beauty impressioned herself on Vanessa's heart forever..
Little did Vanessa know, it may not have been for the better.
As the attendant unlocked the glass door and removed a copy of the game labeled 'Final Fantasy IX', Vanessa gave herself a pat on the back for being such a clever picker-outter.
These instructions are so vague! Vanessa's hands trembled as she tried to insert the red, yellow and white plugs into their corresponding sockets in the back of her monster-sized TV. She had hooked up the PlayStation's cord into the wall, which was, of course, no task at all, but somehow she couldn't figure out what exactly to do with the other set of cords.
"Stupid PlayStation! Reminds me of science.. station," Vanessa talked to herself as she mashed the yellow tip of the first cord into a video slot. "Maybe I'm onto something, though! Ha.." The white tip was pushed into the speaker system hole, and the red was soon completely inserted into the audio one.
Taking a step back and looking at her work of art, her highness felt a sense of satisfaction. She then manuevered herself out from behind her own room's television, and collapsed proudly onto her bed. Oh, how proudly she collapsed!
The next step was to turn the game console on. Well, Vanessa was feeling a tad lazy, and she had foreseen this, so the PS1 was placed right next to her bed (she had extension cords to link it to the wall that seemed so far away). As she dangled her arms over the side of her bunny-decorated bed, a tingling sensation tickled her skin. Was it excitement? Whatever it was, Vanessa paid no mind.
Picking the remote off her $2000 bedside table, she tapped the 'On' button. Immediately, one entire side of her room (for that's practically as big as her TV was) seemed to glow in response.
"I think I'm in for a treat!" Fondling the weird controller, Vanessa Morrison watched as the title popped up on the screen. Playstation, blah blah blah, Squaresoft, blah blah blah.. Ah! Here it was! Her eyes opened wide, as to fit in all the details on the TV, and Vanessa gasped.
Such beautiful graphics! Could this be for real? She couldn't even feel the controller in her hands, she was so excited!! Ooh, Jeremy, her little brother, would be envious when he got home the next day from a field trip! Vanessa knew she would be.. what contraband could mean to a narcissist sibling that was probably the most popular kid in his grade! Of course, seventh grade was probably not the hardest grade to be popular in, but...
While Vanessa contemplating her answer to Jeremy's future, "How did you get Mom to rent you out THIS?!?!", she barely noticed the opening credits that had started to roll in after the awful boat scene. And in these credits was a cast list, and in the cast list was...
"In order of appearance: Vanessa Morrison" ...
She wasn't in Kansas anymore, shall we say.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW NOW THAT YOU'VE READ! Because-
ALL REVIEWERS ARE ACKNOWLEDGED!!!
TO BE CONTINUED, if you review! I know I like writing it, so if you like reading it, PLEASE-please-please spend a minute for my, what, two hours spent working on it (I'm not the fastest typist)! That is all, and thanks for considering..
-ThingBling tried a new thing
A/N: A cliche idea with a not-so-cliche character, plot, or outcome. Just so you know, Vanessa is NOT like me.. at all. We're not complete opposites, yet she isn't a carbon copy. I know I'M interested in how it'll turn out! Sound interesting? If so...
Dare to read?
Like, Final Fantasy IX - by ThingBling
Chapter I: Abercrombie and Fitch
Vanessa Morrison was a normal sixteen-year-old girl.. at least, she'd like to think so. She wore the Abercrombie and Fitch shirts, the Abercromie and Fitch pants, and YES! She even went through the trouble to order a pair of nice, pink Abercrombie and Fitch socks!
Okay, so Vanessa wasn't normal. No preppy is. While she wasn't a total snob, like some of her popular friends, she was, to be blunt, a bit of an airhead. That isn't such a bad thing, but it's not so good, either. Poor Vanessa: it didn't end there!
She loved doing her nails - which isn't wrong! No, no, no.. doing your nails is usually a character of good hygiene! ... Unless you're Vanessa. Then it's your life. She loved the glitter and the bright, cheerful colors of a good nail job. In fact, she valued her quality nail-time so much that every morning that began with a sunrise, she would set up her little Hand-Me-That (TM) makeup set, and wage war against the day-old choice of colors that rested on her fingers. This was also a way for her to color-coordinate.
Was Vanessa a bit obsessed? A bit obsessed, was Vanessa.
But it didn't matter! We all love Vanessa, right? Right down to her pink Abercrombie and Fitch socks? ... well, don't answer, then! Because Vanessa wouldn't hear it! If she did, she'd plunk you right in the middle of the "peasant crowd", as she donned it, which avoided her just as much as she avoided it. In order to escape the "peasant crowd", as soon as she reached the school doors, which always happened to be right before the opening school bell rang, she'd snuggle into her own crowd: the "royalty". And she'd stay with them until first hour's bell drew near.
Do you like Vanessa thus far? Good, because this story revolves around her! What, did I just her a pained moan? Not to worry; I think Vanessa will feel the same way when she finds out that-
"Oops!" Popularity obviously didn't count when it came to chemistry grades. "Teacheeeer!"
Heads turned to the cry of distress. Was it for real this time? Oh, it was only Vanessa. Figures: every other day it was Vanessa! Be it mixing pure sodium and water, but spilling the calming results on yourself (today's episode), or lighting a match, observing, and making a conclusion why the gas burner shouldn't have been turned on so close to it (Mr. Slightly: VANESSA!!!) .. yes, all of these incidences went on Vanessa's credit, and all of them teetered on the brink of failure in science. But Vanessa kept on plowing.
"Uh, uh! This stuff stinks!" Fizzing water all over her new Abercrombie and Fitch pink t-shirt, Vanessa didn't exactly have the wits about her to head over to the washing station. "Does anyone have some Abercrombie and Fitch perfume??"
"MISS MORRISON!!" Oh, poor Vanessa.
The rest of Vanessa Morrison's science class period was spent cleaning up her little mess: herself and her station. When the bell rang, telling everyone that their seventh and final hour in the school building had ended, the entire class coursed around the soggy teenager and her current project: trying to dry the floor around the "danger area".
"Caution! Wet floor!" Vanessa growled at someone's attempt to be witty. How she hated being a ditz! Although, of course, she would never admit it...
"Vanessa, dear, how was school?" An overpowering fragrance washed over our heroine as she opened her front door. She heard the school bus she had just exited putt on past her (guess the color!) pink house as she closed the entrance. She turned towards her curly-haired mother and said, softly-
"AWFUL! Mother, I can't believe you make me go to school! Why can't I just drop out?! Why, why, why..?!!" A white Abercrombie and Fitch schoolbag hit the plush living room carpet. Vanessa delicately kicked her new Vans shoes off, which both landed right next to each other in a perfect pair. She flung herself forward, onto a clean, soft couch, sobbing like there was no tomorrow.
"Honey, darling, angel-pie," Vanessa's mother sat down next to her distraught daughter and managed to put a hand on her perfect, violently shaking shoulders. "Don't say such an awful thing! Why, you have a C-average! You're passing beautifully.."
Vanessa sniffed, wondering whether to bury her head in her mother's blue blouse, or to clout the side of the face of the woman whom she had told NOT to touch her that very morning. "It would be a perfect B-average if I didn't have chemistry.. or Phy. Ed.!" Sadly, Vanessa was in the "track" unit in Physical Education. As far as she was concerned, NO ONE should have to participate in the hurdles, EVER!
"Now, now," her mother reached up to brush back a light brown strand of hair from her sweetie's face. "What can cheer you up, hmm? What if I told you it's a Friday?"
"I don't care!" Vanessa screamed, jumping off the couch and onto her cat - "MEEOOW!", it ran away without a second thought; then our teenage disaster sank down, hopelessly. "Nothing can make me feel any better!"
"What if I got you a new set of clothes?"
"No."
"A new hair-styling kit??"
"No!"
"A month's worth of allowance???"
"NO!"
Her mother recoiled, reaching back into the very pits of her soul for an answer. But an answer didn't come; rather, a distraction..
"Vanessa, sugar-dumpling.. what if I rent out a PlayStation for you?"
"...Okay!" It was as if the cogs of fate had suddenly reversed! Why would her mother suddenly let her rent out a PlayStation for her? Before, her mother had vowed to Vanessa's face that she would never let her touch that blood-stained, dirty, mutilating entertainment center! It slaughtered all innocence! It twisted people's minds!!
...It gave us this story...
"So, pick a game." Vanessa's face was pressed up against the glass. Which game to rent out? The attendant behind her, fidgetty and nervous, held onto the PlayStation that her mother had requested. "Have you at least got an idea?"
"Umm.." Her bottom lip sticking out notieably, Vanessa pondered the possibilities.
"Could you hurry it up? It's been, like, fifteen minutes since you arrived here, and my helper is on dinner break.."
Slowly, Vanessa turned over the few striking titles in her mind. There was that Barbie one, but she thought it might be for the younger generation. Threads of Fate also looked adorable, and Britney Spears was almost a must-see (for Vanessa) ! Finally, after much deliberation, and much to the attendant's pleasure, Vanessa opened her mouth. "I think I'll take that one!"
"Huh?"
Vanessa pointed to a game cover with a very odd-looking group of people on it. A man with armor on was pushed into the background by a cute little shadow-boy and charming adolescent with a tail. Well, there was a creepy looking character on the far right with clown-like hair that she had to get over, but what outweighed all the bad was the pretty, sincere girl on the left. As fair as a rose, and graceful as a ballerina, this dark-haired beauty impressioned herself on Vanessa's heart forever..
Little did Vanessa know, it may not have been for the better.
As the attendant unlocked the glass door and removed a copy of the game labeled 'Final Fantasy IX', Vanessa gave herself a pat on the back for being such a clever picker-outter.
These instructions are so vague! Vanessa's hands trembled as she tried to insert the red, yellow and white plugs into their corresponding sockets in the back of her monster-sized TV. She had hooked up the PlayStation's cord into the wall, which was, of course, no task at all, but somehow she couldn't figure out what exactly to do with the other set of cords.
"Stupid PlayStation! Reminds me of science.. station," Vanessa talked to herself as she mashed the yellow tip of the first cord into a video slot. "Maybe I'm onto something, though! Ha.." The white tip was pushed into the speaker system hole, and the red was soon completely inserted into the audio one.
Taking a step back and looking at her work of art, her highness felt a sense of satisfaction. She then manuevered herself out from behind her own room's television, and collapsed proudly onto her bed. Oh, how proudly she collapsed!
The next step was to turn the game console on. Well, Vanessa was feeling a tad lazy, and she had foreseen this, so the PS1 was placed right next to her bed (she had extension cords to link it to the wall that seemed so far away). As she dangled her arms over the side of her bunny-decorated bed, a tingling sensation tickled her skin. Was it excitement? Whatever it was, Vanessa paid no mind.
Picking the remote off her $2000 bedside table, she tapped the 'On' button. Immediately, one entire side of her room (for that's practically as big as her TV was) seemed to glow in response.
"I think I'm in for a treat!" Fondling the weird controller, Vanessa Morrison watched as the title popped up on the screen. Playstation, blah blah blah, Squaresoft, blah blah blah.. Ah! Here it was! Her eyes opened wide, as to fit in all the details on the TV, and Vanessa gasped.
Such beautiful graphics! Could this be for real? She couldn't even feel the controller in her hands, she was so excited!! Ooh, Jeremy, her little brother, would be envious when he got home the next day from a field trip! Vanessa knew she would be.. what contraband could mean to a narcissist sibling that was probably the most popular kid in his grade! Of course, seventh grade was probably not the hardest grade to be popular in, but...
While Vanessa contemplating her answer to Jeremy's future, "How did you get Mom to rent you out THIS?!?!", she barely noticed the opening credits that had started to roll in after the awful boat scene. And in these credits was a cast list, and in the cast list was...
"In order of appearance: Vanessa Morrison" ...
She wasn't in Kansas anymore, shall we say.
A/N: PLEASE REVIEW NOW THAT YOU'VE READ! Because-
ALL REVIEWERS ARE ACKNOWLEDGED!!!
TO BE CONTINUED, if you review! I know I like writing it, so if you like reading it, PLEASE-please-please spend a minute for my, what, two hours spent working on it (I'm not the fastest typist)! That is all, and thanks for considering..
-ThingBling tried a new thing
