Again, thanks to all who reviewed! Not a single flame! Go me! XD
Oh, yeah… and I don't remember where Mike lives, so I'm just gonna make it up. If someone knows, tell me please. Then I'll be sure to fix it!
Chapter Two: The Journey"Last stop! Atlanta, Georgia!" crowed a voice over a loudspeaker on a not-so-packed train. A young man about 17 sat, head bent onto the ceiling, feet touching the ground. The train came to a complete halt and the man made his way to one of the doors. He had to slouch, but he finally made it off, gazing around at the Atlanta landscape. Just like any metropolis- metallic.
The spiky-haired giant had been going to a college just up the block from a train station, which he would use to go visit his family in Colorado (thank you, Sash!). He'd lost some of the malice and anger from his childhood, even toward the man who had made him the way he was. Yes, Mike Teavee was pushing 8'6" and weighed only about 135 pounds. He was even less when he came out of that taffy puller! Nevertheless, he had not become a social outcast like he'd originally thought. He did have many friends from high school, and now college. But many people question the boy's choices. With such a great intellect like Mike's, why not go to Yale? Or Harvard? Why settle for a random university somewhere in Atlanta, Georgia? Young Mr. Teavee claims he doesn't know… that there was something about this school he liked over all the others. But, deep, deep down- he knows exactly why.
He'd been planning this day for about three months now- ever since he arrived way down South. Mike never forgot that day, and not just for the reason that the other kids did not forget. He got his punishment, sure- but he needed to know if he could have something more. Much more. Mike, after not that much searching (must I repeat the tale of the Golden Ticket incident?), had found the address. The address where he hoped to find the answers no book, encyclopedia, website, or even… television… could answer.
He was seated very uncomfortably on the local train, next to some teenager with green hair and a very scraggly looking older gentleman. Finally, his stop came- he didn't like riding this train. It was dirty and had very seedy looking people on it. But, Mike really didn't have much of a choice, seeing as he couldn't fit into a car, and buses weren't fast enough- he'd get very bad aches in his neck. The young Teavee had to walk a good long while to reach his destination. He stopped on the sidewalk in front of a tan house in a suburban neighborhood, not unlike his own. He hesitated for a second, not wanting to face the possibility of rejection. If there is anything in this world that Mike truly hated- it was rejection. That and being talked down to. But, before his mind could think, his size twenty-eight Converses were taking him to the door. His hand reached to the doorbell, pushing until he heard the dinging noise. He felt his face flush as he heard footsteps bounding toward the door. It flew open, revealing that familiar blue tracksuit belonging to… Scarlet Beauregarde.
"Why… hello," she began in a flirtatious voice, "You're awful tall, aren't you? What brings you here…?"
"I'm here to see… V-VIOLET!" he yelped out the last part. Ms. Beauregarde frowned, not appreciating his unwillingness to pay attention to her.
"Please come in- I'll go get her…" Ms. Beauregarde opened her mouth to call to her daughter, but Violet had already heard her name being shrieked out by a somehow familiar voice.
And there Violet stood, at the foot of the stairs, the whole thing just crashing back to her. And Mike forgot the entire plan.