Disclaimer: Well if I owned Time Squad, why would I take it off air? So
therefore, I don't own Time Squad, but I do own the character Anne. But
yeah so anyway, this is my story, please R&R, but please go easy, this is
my first fanfic.
Chp. 1 - Daily Nothingness
"Look!" Anne screamed from the breakfast nook to an ignoring father who was just walking out of the kitchen at the moment. Anne a 12 year old girl with light blonde hair stormed out of the kitchen into the living room in search of her father only finding the room vacant.
"I don't care how much you love her!" she yelled, calling to the other rooms of the near empty satellite that she, her father, and a robot, Lance, lived on. Boy, she despised her father being so arrogant at times. 'How could you just walk out on your own daughter like that?' Anne thought angrily. 'Humph,' she continued to think, "well your so called 100% efficiency satellite and squad wouldn't be working so well if I weren't here to be keeping this "top of the line" satellite a float- or well at least in orbit.' Ending in mock thought Anne turned, having her back to the rest of the room, and rolled her eyes still thinking though this time out loud, "Why am I getting so worked up like this? I mean it's not like he'll marry Ms. Sternwell, and it's not like I don't have this argument with dad every day, but for once can't he just let her go and stop thinking about her?"
Of course being still mad, Anne didn't realize she had company in the living room.
From behind her came a voice,
"Now Anne-
"Ah!" Anne had half yelled by being startled, then sighed a quick sigh of relief and continued, "Honestly Lance, you shouldn't scare people like that."
The red mouth Lance had turned to a smile and he laughed a little, shaking his head.
"I know your dad can seem aggravating to you, Anne, but you shouldn't let it get to you..."
Not hearing the rest of what he said, Anne though 'Yeah well it does get to me, I try to let it just go by, but it's not the same without mom anymore.'
Lance continued, ".therefore, I understand how you feel, Anne," he put a hand on her shoulder, "You know that right? Anne?"
Realizing she was being talked to, Anne answered a quick respond, "Oh yeah of course Lance, I know."
Lance smiled, fully aware that Anne had not heard a word he said, he jokingly replied in disbelief, "Sure Anne." He placed a metal, black, hand on her head and messed up her blonde hair.
"Lance!" Anne said in annoyance, "You know I'm too old for that now." She wrinkled up her nose.
Lance laughed again, "But you've never been quick enough Anne."
Anne kept pouting and fixed her hair into her traditional pony tail, then smiled, as Lance headed for the Study, where Anne knew she could always find him sitting there, making new plans for the worst case mission scenarios, working on seemingly endless math equations, or simple just reading one of the thousands of books on the satellite. "Knowing him," Anne said to herself, "he's read all of them a thousand and one times." She shook her head in mock sympathy, yawned and looked at her watch.
Anne stretched with tiredness for; it was already late at night 11:42 pm, the time that read on her watch. Anne walked to her room which was never to be opened by anyone else but her, who else knew the combination to get into her room in the first place? Once at her door Anne could scarcely read the numbers she was tired from the past couple days what with training to be the "best squad student". Anne hadn't realized until now how tired she really was, though with luck she pressed "1-0-3-4" in to the number pad to the right of her door and with a "swish" the door opened revealing her room, a smaller room than the living room with a nice sofa/bed, a mini refrigerator, a dresser, and finally her desk with her TV, CD player on top. Her floor was what she loved most, it was burgundy. Her walls were plain white, walls with posters of other Time Squad units.
Anne plopped down on her sofa, and stretched out, looking at her posters. 'Why,' she thought, 'do I have to work harder than all the other squad students in training who have normal parents that don't pressure their kid?' Anne answered her own question just by looking at a poster of her dad on the wall and she thought out loud in a mocking way, "Because not every kid has JT Laser for a father." She yawned and fell asleep soon afterwards.
Chp. 1 - Daily Nothingness
"Look!" Anne screamed from the breakfast nook to an ignoring father who was just walking out of the kitchen at the moment. Anne a 12 year old girl with light blonde hair stormed out of the kitchen into the living room in search of her father only finding the room vacant.
"I don't care how much you love her!" she yelled, calling to the other rooms of the near empty satellite that she, her father, and a robot, Lance, lived on. Boy, she despised her father being so arrogant at times. 'How could you just walk out on your own daughter like that?' Anne thought angrily. 'Humph,' she continued to think, "well your so called 100% efficiency satellite and squad wouldn't be working so well if I weren't here to be keeping this "top of the line" satellite a float- or well at least in orbit.' Ending in mock thought Anne turned, having her back to the rest of the room, and rolled her eyes still thinking though this time out loud, "Why am I getting so worked up like this? I mean it's not like he'll marry Ms. Sternwell, and it's not like I don't have this argument with dad every day, but for once can't he just let her go and stop thinking about her?"
Of course being still mad, Anne didn't realize she had company in the living room.
From behind her came a voice,
"Now Anne-
"Ah!" Anne had half yelled by being startled, then sighed a quick sigh of relief and continued, "Honestly Lance, you shouldn't scare people like that."
The red mouth Lance had turned to a smile and he laughed a little, shaking his head.
"I know your dad can seem aggravating to you, Anne, but you shouldn't let it get to you..."
Not hearing the rest of what he said, Anne though 'Yeah well it does get to me, I try to let it just go by, but it's not the same without mom anymore.'
Lance continued, ".therefore, I understand how you feel, Anne," he put a hand on her shoulder, "You know that right? Anne?"
Realizing she was being talked to, Anne answered a quick respond, "Oh yeah of course Lance, I know."
Lance smiled, fully aware that Anne had not heard a word he said, he jokingly replied in disbelief, "Sure Anne." He placed a metal, black, hand on her head and messed up her blonde hair.
"Lance!" Anne said in annoyance, "You know I'm too old for that now." She wrinkled up her nose.
Lance laughed again, "But you've never been quick enough Anne."
Anne kept pouting and fixed her hair into her traditional pony tail, then smiled, as Lance headed for the Study, where Anne knew she could always find him sitting there, making new plans for the worst case mission scenarios, working on seemingly endless math equations, or simple just reading one of the thousands of books on the satellite. "Knowing him," Anne said to herself, "he's read all of them a thousand and one times." She shook her head in mock sympathy, yawned and looked at her watch.
Anne stretched with tiredness for; it was already late at night 11:42 pm, the time that read on her watch. Anne walked to her room which was never to be opened by anyone else but her, who else knew the combination to get into her room in the first place? Once at her door Anne could scarcely read the numbers she was tired from the past couple days what with training to be the "best squad student". Anne hadn't realized until now how tired she really was, though with luck she pressed "1-0-3-4" in to the number pad to the right of her door and with a "swish" the door opened revealing her room, a smaller room than the living room with a nice sofa/bed, a mini refrigerator, a dresser, and finally her desk with her TV, CD player on top. Her floor was what she loved most, it was burgundy. Her walls were plain white, walls with posters of other Time Squad units.
Anne plopped down on her sofa, and stretched out, looking at her posters. 'Why,' she thought, 'do I have to work harder than all the other squad students in training who have normal parents that don't pressure their kid?' Anne answered her own question just by looking at a poster of her dad on the wall and she thought out loud in a mocking way, "Because not every kid has JT Laser for a father." She yawned and fell asleep soon afterwards.