My life as a teenage robot fic- Winning Over
Author's note Do you like the format of this story? This my first story so tell me what you think about it.
Disclaimer: The characters and some places do not belong to me (except for Maisha or others I might make up) they belong to the makers of the show.
Chap 4: When in doubt, don't ask around
Tiff and Britt were standing in the bathroom talking about Maisha when she ran into the nearest stall followed by Jenny.
"Hey girls! Nice seeing you in here." Jenny tried to start up a conversation, but they rudely ignored her. Maisha walked out of the stall and was fixing her unruly hair in the mirror.
"Hello. I'm Britt and this is Tiff. We noticed your outfit. Where did you get it from?" Tiff asked Maisha.
"Oh this white coat? From this adorable boutique in my old town. Why? You like it?" Maisha answered back.
"It's just gorgeous isn't it? But I think it needs something. Some color maybe." Britt replied while signaling Tiff to pull out her black ink pen.
"Something like... Opps! Oh I'm sooo sorry about that. This pen squirts ink like that sometimes." Tiff said to Maisha trying not very hard to not laugh at the look on Maisha's face over the huge ink blot over her white coat.
"Yeah I bet it does happen a lot doesn't it? All well. I'm pretty sure it could come out with some strong stain remover." Maisha answered back sarcastically.
"We'll see you around, Maisha. You could even be part of our posse. Bye." Britt replied while she and Tiff walked out of the bathroom.
"Did you see that Jenny? Why did they sabotage my outfit?" Maisha wanted to know.
"They do that to any girl's outfit they think is competing with their own outfit. You should take it as a compliment." Jenny answered back.
"Sure. By any chance do you have anything to take the stain off this coat?" Maisha asked. "I might have some bleach somewhere," Jenny responded while rummaging around in her stomach. "Here you are."
"Thanks. So how's school usually like?" Maisha inquired. She and Jenny chatted till the warning bell rang and they dashed off to first period, homeroom.
"Good morning Trentmorton High and a big welcome to our newest student, Maisha Harrison. Other announcements this morning..." a voice read over the intercom. Brad simply tuned it out and listened to Jenny converse with Maisha whom he still hadn't introduced himself to. He wasn't quite sure why he was procrastinating. She's a normal teen girl. A pretty but clumsy one. No better time then the present to talk to her. He told himself and turned around to face them.
"Hey Maisha, I'm Brad and will be your guide around school."
"Really? Hopefully you can see that I really do need someone to show me around since that incident in the hallway." Maisha told him laughing but inwardly cringing. He saw me fall. Embarrassed doesn't being to describe how I feel.
"I noticed. So I'll show you all your classes and if you have any questions, just ask me." He said just as a screen popped out of Jenny's belly button.
"X-J9! There's a robbery at Doug's car dealer! The robber is holding captives so you better hurry." Her mother told her.
"Mom! I'm in school now!" Jenny whined.
"Oh yes. Of course. My apologies," professor Wakman turned the screen and told the homeroom teacher, "but this is really urgent."
"Ok then. Jenny you may go." The teacher told her.
"That was strange. Where is she going?" Maisha asked Brad.
"To stop the robbery. That's what she was programmed to do, saving people." Brad said.
"Oh ok. Well do you know Tiff and Britt? They sabotaged my outfit and are really rude to Jenny but yet she wants to be their friend. What's all that about?" Maisha asked Brad. Brad explained to her about their popularity and how Jenny just wants to fit in. Wow this school has serious psychological issues. Having two people run the school is crazy. Maisha thought to herself as Brad walked her over to her next class, AP Biology.
"Thanks Brad. So I'll see u next period in...Algebra. What class do you have now anyway?" Maisha inquired.
"Computer. See you around." Brad said leaving Maisha to a bunch of curious faces. Oh boy. What's going to happen now?
Author's note Do you like the format of this story? This my first story so tell me what you think about it.
Disclaimer: The characters and some places do not belong to me (except for Maisha or others I might make up) they belong to the makers of the show.
Chap 4: When in doubt, don't ask around
Tiff and Britt were standing in the bathroom talking about Maisha when she ran into the nearest stall followed by Jenny.
"Hey girls! Nice seeing you in here." Jenny tried to start up a conversation, but they rudely ignored her. Maisha walked out of the stall and was fixing her unruly hair in the mirror.
"Hello. I'm Britt and this is Tiff. We noticed your outfit. Where did you get it from?" Tiff asked Maisha.
"Oh this white coat? From this adorable boutique in my old town. Why? You like it?" Maisha answered back.
"It's just gorgeous isn't it? But I think it needs something. Some color maybe." Britt replied while signaling Tiff to pull out her black ink pen.
"Something like... Opps! Oh I'm sooo sorry about that. This pen squirts ink like that sometimes." Tiff said to Maisha trying not very hard to not laugh at the look on Maisha's face over the huge ink blot over her white coat.
"Yeah I bet it does happen a lot doesn't it? All well. I'm pretty sure it could come out with some strong stain remover." Maisha answered back sarcastically.
"We'll see you around, Maisha. You could even be part of our posse. Bye." Britt replied while she and Tiff walked out of the bathroom.
"Did you see that Jenny? Why did they sabotage my outfit?" Maisha wanted to know.
"They do that to any girl's outfit they think is competing with their own outfit. You should take it as a compliment." Jenny answered back.
"Sure. By any chance do you have anything to take the stain off this coat?" Maisha asked. "I might have some bleach somewhere," Jenny responded while rummaging around in her stomach. "Here you are."
"Thanks. So how's school usually like?" Maisha inquired. She and Jenny chatted till the warning bell rang and they dashed off to first period, homeroom.
"Good morning Trentmorton High and a big welcome to our newest student, Maisha Harrison. Other announcements this morning..." a voice read over the intercom. Brad simply tuned it out and listened to Jenny converse with Maisha whom he still hadn't introduced himself to. He wasn't quite sure why he was procrastinating. She's a normal teen girl. A pretty but clumsy one. No better time then the present to talk to her. He told himself and turned around to face them.
"Hey Maisha, I'm Brad and will be your guide around school."
"Really? Hopefully you can see that I really do need someone to show me around since that incident in the hallway." Maisha told him laughing but inwardly cringing. He saw me fall. Embarrassed doesn't being to describe how I feel.
"I noticed. So I'll show you all your classes and if you have any questions, just ask me." He said just as a screen popped out of Jenny's belly button.
"X-J9! There's a robbery at Doug's car dealer! The robber is holding captives so you better hurry." Her mother told her.
"Mom! I'm in school now!" Jenny whined.
"Oh yes. Of course. My apologies," professor Wakman turned the screen and told the homeroom teacher, "but this is really urgent."
"Ok then. Jenny you may go." The teacher told her.
"That was strange. Where is she going?" Maisha asked Brad.
"To stop the robbery. That's what she was programmed to do, saving people." Brad said.
"Oh ok. Well do you know Tiff and Britt? They sabotaged my outfit and are really rude to Jenny but yet she wants to be their friend. What's all that about?" Maisha asked Brad. Brad explained to her about their popularity and how Jenny just wants to fit in. Wow this school has serious psychological issues. Having two people run the school is crazy. Maisha thought to herself as Brad walked her over to her next class, AP Biology.
"Thanks Brad. So I'll see u next period in...Algebra. What class do you have now anyway?" Maisha inquired.
"Computer. See you around." Brad said leaving Maisha to a bunch of curious faces. Oh boy. What's going to happen now?