NOTE: the YMCA funds Camp Streefland. As in, mesa doesn't own it! That and the Animorphs, Or Orchard Lake Elementary. I just had school there. Kind-of AU. Tons of OC, if that means original character, which I think it does...
Chapter 1: Get a life, get nine of them
My name is Jake.
And life sucks. I am not going to tell you my last name, or where I live. Because I'm fighting. Fighting the Yeerks.
They are a parasitic species that take over the minds of species. They are the perfect impersonators because they can read your thoughts, memories, and feelings. My friends and I learned about them from a doomed Andalite, Elfangor-Sirinul-Shamtul. He gave us the power to morph, to change into anything with DNA. So I had awakened after a night of scary dreams about a battle the day before.
And, to top that all off, my Biology class is going to a camp in southern Minnesota. A four-hour plane trip, and we're staying at a hotel. FOR THREE FRICKIN' DAYS!! We'll get back a few days before Thanksgiving Break.
We're on the plane now, and are preparing to land. I don't know why, but I get a bad feeling about this...
I stepped out of the plane into the airport. We now had a 20-minute bus ride to Orchard Lake Elementary, and a half-mile walk to Camp Streefland back toward where we had come from, which I thought was pointless.
"Boring, huh?" Rachel asked once we were on the bus. It wasn't a school bus; it was one of those shuttle-things.
"Yep." Looking out the window showed lots of snow on the ground, but it wasn't falling.
"Scared?"
"Yeah."
"First time?"
"No, I've been scared lots of times, you know that."
"Bad pun. I mean, have you been on a high rope course?"
"Nope." I stared over to Marco and his buddies. They were quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I found it quite annoying.
"... Yeah, if I fall off the ropes course, I'll stand up and say, ' 'tis but a scratch!'" Marco laughed.
"And during the nature hike, I'll play my coconuts!" one of his buddies proclaimed. He reached into his backpack, found two coconut halves, and banged them together.
"Oh yeah, and I'll sing, 'Brave Sir Marco, he looked about, and gallantly he chickened out!'" Rachel retorted.
"Get a life!" Marco said. As an afterthought he muttered, "Get nine of them."
Rachel stuck out her tongue, and said, "Yeah right, chicken-boy."
"He should try that morph, by the way," Rachel told me.
"Yeah, he'd make a good chicken," I agreed.
The bus pulled into Orchard Lake, and the 6th graders walked out.
"Hey, you!" An average-height, semi-dumpy girl with short, dirty blond hair, (yes, Marco resisted the urge to make a joke about that,) and eyes that were similar to Tobias's human eyes (as if she was staring at something no one else could see,) yelled. "Yeah, you!"
Rachel, Marco, and I walked toward her and several other people.
The girl pointed to one of her friends, then others. "Shelly, Becca, 'Livi, and Sarah. I'm April." From what I could tell this girl had an attitude. "Wanna hang?"
Shelly was similar to Rachel in many ways, tall, long blond hair, blue eyes that looked like they had a gleam for battle in them, and, apparently, a good fashion sense as Rachel looked at her like a sister.
Becca was a short African-American girl with long, black hair and a red half-zip pullover.
'Livi had stringy, poofy, yellow hair pulled into a bushy ponytail behind a large head.
Sarah looked like the authoritative type with shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, and an intelligent look.
Marco muttered something under his breath.
I heard that, Marco, a voice said.
I jerked an eye up. Tobias. And from the look of it, Ax too.
"Why not?" I said. "Have you been to Streefland before?"
"Once. Earlier this year. Tip: on the rope course, don't look down," April said.
"If you're scared o' heights, wimp!" A kid said.
"Stuff it, Grant."
Yep. Attitude.
"We'll see who kicks whose butt on the course, Scar!" Shelly said.
"I like that girl," Rachel joined her and they talked.
"... So they called him a super callused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis!" A short blond-haired boy with glasses finished, talking to a group of 6th graders.
"I LOVE that pun!!!" Marco walked toward the shortie and they began to talk before exchanging a few puns.
"Guys! You're not supposed to say that word in school..." Sarah ran off towards some boys swearing.
"Xander! Wanna pretzel?" Livi walked off.
"Hey! Those are my pretzels!!! Livi!!!" Sarah screamed, doing a U-turn.
"April, you beat Kirby yet?" Becca asked.
"Nope, I'm still stuck on the Freezie boss."
Finally, something I can talk about.
"Jeez, he's easy! You suck up the ice cubes and chuck 'em back. Easy as Pie," I explained.
"That gives new meaning to the word 'game freak.' Hey, Bec, 'ya know Freak Apple's fan fic I told you about..."
FREAK APPLE!?!?! (A/N: In Freak Apple's fics, she has the Animorphs know she's writing them.)
Who were these kids?
Chapter 1: Get a life, get nine of them
My name is Jake.
And life sucks. I am not going to tell you my last name, or where I live. Because I'm fighting. Fighting the Yeerks.
They are a parasitic species that take over the minds of species. They are the perfect impersonators because they can read your thoughts, memories, and feelings. My friends and I learned about them from a doomed Andalite, Elfangor-Sirinul-Shamtul. He gave us the power to morph, to change into anything with DNA. So I had awakened after a night of scary dreams about a battle the day before.
And, to top that all off, my Biology class is going to a camp in southern Minnesota. A four-hour plane trip, and we're staying at a hotel. FOR THREE FRICKIN' DAYS!! We'll get back a few days before Thanksgiving Break.
We're on the plane now, and are preparing to land. I don't know why, but I get a bad feeling about this...
I stepped out of the plane into the airport. We now had a 20-minute bus ride to Orchard Lake Elementary, and a half-mile walk to Camp Streefland back toward where we had come from, which I thought was pointless.
"Boring, huh?" Rachel asked once we were on the bus. It wasn't a school bus; it was one of those shuttle-things.
"Yep." Looking out the window showed lots of snow on the ground, but it wasn't falling.
"Scared?"
"Yeah."
"First time?"
"No, I've been scared lots of times, you know that."
"Bad pun. I mean, have you been on a high rope course?"
"Nope." I stared over to Marco and his buddies. They were quoting Monty Python and the Holy Grail. I found it quite annoying.
"... Yeah, if I fall off the ropes course, I'll stand up and say, ' 'tis but a scratch!'" Marco laughed.
"And during the nature hike, I'll play my coconuts!" one of his buddies proclaimed. He reached into his backpack, found two coconut halves, and banged them together.
"Oh yeah, and I'll sing, 'Brave Sir Marco, he looked about, and gallantly he chickened out!'" Rachel retorted.
"Get a life!" Marco said. As an afterthought he muttered, "Get nine of them."
Rachel stuck out her tongue, and said, "Yeah right, chicken-boy."
"He should try that morph, by the way," Rachel told me.
"Yeah, he'd make a good chicken," I agreed.
The bus pulled into Orchard Lake, and the 6th graders walked out.
"Hey, you!" An average-height, semi-dumpy girl with short, dirty blond hair, (yes, Marco resisted the urge to make a joke about that,) and eyes that were similar to Tobias's human eyes (as if she was staring at something no one else could see,) yelled. "Yeah, you!"
Rachel, Marco, and I walked toward her and several other people.
The girl pointed to one of her friends, then others. "Shelly, Becca, 'Livi, and Sarah. I'm April." From what I could tell this girl had an attitude. "Wanna hang?"
Shelly was similar to Rachel in many ways, tall, long blond hair, blue eyes that looked like they had a gleam for battle in them, and, apparently, a good fashion sense as Rachel looked at her like a sister.
Becca was a short African-American girl with long, black hair and a red half-zip pullover.
'Livi had stringy, poofy, yellow hair pulled into a bushy ponytail behind a large head.
Sarah looked like the authoritative type with shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, and an intelligent look.
Marco muttered something under his breath.
I heard that, Marco, a voice said.
I jerked an eye up. Tobias. And from the look of it, Ax too.
"Why not?" I said. "Have you been to Streefland before?"
"Once. Earlier this year. Tip: on the rope course, don't look down," April said.
"If you're scared o' heights, wimp!" A kid said.
"Stuff it, Grant."
Yep. Attitude.
"We'll see who kicks whose butt on the course, Scar!" Shelly said.
"I like that girl," Rachel joined her and they talked.
"... So they called him a super callused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis!" A short blond-haired boy with glasses finished, talking to a group of 6th graders.
"I LOVE that pun!!!" Marco walked toward the shortie and they began to talk before exchanging a few puns.
"Guys! You're not supposed to say that word in school..." Sarah ran off towards some boys swearing.
"Xander! Wanna pretzel?" Livi walked off.
"Hey! Those are my pretzels!!! Livi!!!" Sarah screamed, doing a U-turn.
"April, you beat Kirby yet?" Becca asked.
"Nope, I'm still stuck on the Freezie boss."
Finally, something I can talk about.
"Jeez, he's easy! You suck up the ice cubes and chuck 'em back. Easy as Pie," I explained.
"That gives new meaning to the word 'game freak.' Hey, Bec, 'ya know Freak Apple's fan fic I told you about..."
FREAK APPLE!?!?! (A/N: In Freak Apple's fics, she has the Animorphs know she's writing them.)
Who were these kids?