Author's Notes- I am pleased that you all enjoyed the first part. It's cool to see people from my other stories reading this one, too. ^^ I feel loved.
Both Muses- (poke needles into swelling ego) Please enjoy and review. -_-;
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Ugh…
I yawned and stretched, slowly opening my eyes. Sunlight greeted me with that evil cheerfulness it always has, naturally shining right into my eyes. I winced and averted my gaze, but the evil sun's rays seemed to follow my line of sight everywhere. Giving up, I moaned, cursed the sun, and closed my eyes again.
Well, at least I knew now why I was awake. After being up since about three in the morning last night, it was a surprise I'd ever wake up again, but…
Wait.
I sat bolt upright, ignoring the sunlight in my eyes. That's right, all that weird stuff that had happened yesterday! Had it gone away yet?
Unusually awake considering I'd just been roused from sleep, I leaped out of my bed and hurried to the mirror. Odd, was it me, or did the room seem bigger?
I paused to consider this for a second. Then I shrugged. Nah, I must just be seeing things, as I'd just woken up. That decided, I swallowed and gathered up the nerve to stare into said mirror.
I considered myself for a long moment. Then I stared, blinked, stared again.
Then I screamed.
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"You look fine to me," Mia said later that day.
"No I don't! I'm half a foot shorter!" I said, glaring at her.
"Well, yeah, but I'm taller than you now," she pointed out. "So it's fine with me."
"Hey, I didn't make fun of you that often," I muttered.
"Still, it's nice being the tall one. Say, how's the weather down there?"
"Very funny." I turned away. "First my hair turns curly, and I swear it's turning PURPLE! Then my eyes get all big and freaked out, and NOW I'm shorter than you! WHO THE HECK DO YOU THINK I AM, HYATT?!"*
"No, she's quieter," Mia observed. "And she'd have died from freaking out so much by now."
((*Hate to interrupt; Hyatt is an officer of ACROSS from Excel Saga. She's very quiet and observant, but she tends to die often. ^^; That said, I'm shutting up now.))
"I'm looking like her, though!" I wailed. "What's going on with me?!"
"Maybe it's a growth spurt of some sort," Jim, one of my other friends, suggested.
"I already HAD a growth spurt! Besides, I'm shrinking, not growing."
Then Jim did the worst thing he could possibly do. Brightly, he suggested, "Then maybe it's a SHRINKING spurt!"
The lot of us proceeded to fall over, anime-style. Everyone else stood up, groaning at the pain of colliding with the floor.
However, for once I felt no pain at this as I stood up again. Without really thinking about it, I grabbed Jim's binder from him and hit him over the head with it. "Idiot."
Then I blinked and stopped walking down the hallway. An odd, itching feeling was coming from the back of my head. I turned back to the rest of my friends. "There isn't… a bug on my head, is there?" I asked.
The group, who just realized I had stopped, also paused to look at me. Mia was the one to walk behind me. Then I heard a gasp, and a shaky, "No, not a bug."
I turned around to see her better. "Then what is it?" I asked.
"Um, you have a, err, sweat-drop on your head, Kit."
"What?!" I reached behind my head to feel the spot, but there was now nothing there. Now I flung both hands up into the air in exasperation. "This is getting ridiculous! People don't turn into anime characters like this!"
"You are," Jim pointed out.
Again, I hit him on the head. It didn't seem to have any effect.
"I guess it's like the whole eating a type of food too much and turning into that food," he added thoughtfully. "Watch too much anime and you turn into an anime character!"
"But what's wrong with it, anyway?" another friend, Caitlin, asked. "You're looking so pretty, Kit!"
"I was happy the way I was! You want to look like this? You can have this! I only wanted to look freakishly like a Bishoujo when I was in an anime WORLD!"
Now Mia hit me on the head, and an abnormally large bump appeared. "You're being a bit silly about this, Kit. Count your blessings."
"Sure thing, tally."
She blinked. "Tally?"
"Well, I can't very well call you 'shorty' anymore, can I?" I retorted.
"I guess not… Cool!" She grinned and gave me a thumbs up. "Works for me!"
I moaned and hurried on to math class.
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"Well, let's see… yes, James, Rinna, Sara, and Kit…?" My math teacher looked up and frowned. "Is that you, Kit?"
I blushed and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"What on earth did you do to your hair?"
"I, um, curled it?"
She shook her head. "I never thought you'd dye your hair, dear. It looks nice, I suppose, but strange on you. I preferred seeing your black hair. Now where was…? Oh yes, Aaron, Marta, Brian…"
I had DYED hair?!
I held up a hand. "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course, dear! Now where on earth are you, Hannah? Oh! There you are, don't hide like that!"
"I'm right here," Hannah said, waving from her normal seat.
"I noticed. You keep slouching!"
The four foot tall girl, who was propped up on at least two thick books and sitting as straight as possible, merely sighed at this and nodded.
Meanwhile, I was dashing down the hallway to the bathroom. Was it me, or were things getting even bigger around me? I didn't want to be a SHRIMPY Bishoujo, if I had to be one at all!
I rounded the corner, and stared into a mirror in the bathroom.
I nearly cried.
My black hair, which I'd never even thought of dyeing in my life, was now a deep violet with only a few streaks of my natural color left.
"First my height and NOW my hair color?! Kami-sama, you sure have an evil way of looking at things!" Then I paled as I thought I saw myself shrink in the mirror. "Okay, okay! Never mind! Ha, ha, ha! Funniest thing ever! Please don't shrink me any more! Please!"
To my relief, I remained the same height. At least it was better than being Hannah sized!
But, there was still one question remaining throughout all this as I fought to figure out how to stop this strange thing from happening…
"WHY ME?!"
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Both Muses- (poke needles into swelling ego) Please enjoy and review. -_-;
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Ugh…
I yawned and stretched, slowly opening my eyes. Sunlight greeted me with that evil cheerfulness it always has, naturally shining right into my eyes. I winced and averted my gaze, but the evil sun's rays seemed to follow my line of sight everywhere. Giving up, I moaned, cursed the sun, and closed my eyes again.
Well, at least I knew now why I was awake. After being up since about three in the morning last night, it was a surprise I'd ever wake up again, but…
Wait.
I sat bolt upright, ignoring the sunlight in my eyes. That's right, all that weird stuff that had happened yesterday! Had it gone away yet?
Unusually awake considering I'd just been roused from sleep, I leaped out of my bed and hurried to the mirror. Odd, was it me, or did the room seem bigger?
I paused to consider this for a second. Then I shrugged. Nah, I must just be seeing things, as I'd just woken up. That decided, I swallowed and gathered up the nerve to stare into said mirror.
I considered myself for a long moment. Then I stared, blinked, stared again.
Then I screamed.
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"You look fine to me," Mia said later that day.
"No I don't! I'm half a foot shorter!" I said, glaring at her.
"Well, yeah, but I'm taller than you now," she pointed out. "So it's fine with me."
"Hey, I didn't make fun of you that often," I muttered.
"Still, it's nice being the tall one. Say, how's the weather down there?"
"Very funny." I turned away. "First my hair turns curly, and I swear it's turning PURPLE! Then my eyes get all big and freaked out, and NOW I'm shorter than you! WHO THE HECK DO YOU THINK I AM, HYATT?!"*
"No, she's quieter," Mia observed. "And she'd have died from freaking out so much by now."
((*Hate to interrupt; Hyatt is an officer of ACROSS from Excel Saga. She's very quiet and observant, but she tends to die often. ^^; That said, I'm shutting up now.))
"I'm looking like her, though!" I wailed. "What's going on with me?!"
"Maybe it's a growth spurt of some sort," Jim, one of my other friends, suggested.
"I already HAD a growth spurt! Besides, I'm shrinking, not growing."
Then Jim did the worst thing he could possibly do. Brightly, he suggested, "Then maybe it's a SHRINKING spurt!"
The lot of us proceeded to fall over, anime-style. Everyone else stood up, groaning at the pain of colliding with the floor.
However, for once I felt no pain at this as I stood up again. Without really thinking about it, I grabbed Jim's binder from him and hit him over the head with it. "Idiot."
Then I blinked and stopped walking down the hallway. An odd, itching feeling was coming from the back of my head. I turned back to the rest of my friends. "There isn't… a bug on my head, is there?" I asked.
The group, who just realized I had stopped, also paused to look at me. Mia was the one to walk behind me. Then I heard a gasp, and a shaky, "No, not a bug."
I turned around to see her better. "Then what is it?" I asked.
"Um, you have a, err, sweat-drop on your head, Kit."
"What?!" I reached behind my head to feel the spot, but there was now nothing there. Now I flung both hands up into the air in exasperation. "This is getting ridiculous! People don't turn into anime characters like this!"
"You are," Jim pointed out.
Again, I hit him on the head. It didn't seem to have any effect.
"I guess it's like the whole eating a type of food too much and turning into that food," he added thoughtfully. "Watch too much anime and you turn into an anime character!"
"But what's wrong with it, anyway?" another friend, Caitlin, asked. "You're looking so pretty, Kit!"
"I was happy the way I was! You want to look like this? You can have this! I only wanted to look freakishly like a Bishoujo when I was in an anime WORLD!"
Now Mia hit me on the head, and an abnormally large bump appeared. "You're being a bit silly about this, Kit. Count your blessings."
"Sure thing, tally."
She blinked. "Tally?"
"Well, I can't very well call you 'shorty' anymore, can I?" I retorted.
"I guess not… Cool!" She grinned and gave me a thumbs up. "Works for me!"
I moaned and hurried on to math class.
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"Well, let's see… yes, James, Rinna, Sara, and Kit…?" My math teacher looked up and frowned. "Is that you, Kit?"
I blushed and nodded. "Yes, ma'am."
"What on earth did you do to your hair?"
"I, um, curled it?"
She shook her head. "I never thought you'd dye your hair, dear. It looks nice, I suppose, but strange on you. I preferred seeing your black hair. Now where was…? Oh yes, Aaron, Marta, Brian…"
I had DYED hair?!
I held up a hand. "May I go to the bathroom?"
"Of course, dear! Now where on earth are you, Hannah? Oh! There you are, don't hide like that!"
"I'm right here," Hannah said, waving from her normal seat.
"I noticed. You keep slouching!"
The four foot tall girl, who was propped up on at least two thick books and sitting as straight as possible, merely sighed at this and nodded.
Meanwhile, I was dashing down the hallway to the bathroom. Was it me, or were things getting even bigger around me? I didn't want to be a SHRIMPY Bishoujo, if I had to be one at all!
I rounded the corner, and stared into a mirror in the bathroom.
I nearly cried.
My black hair, which I'd never even thought of dyeing in my life, was now a deep violet with only a few streaks of my natural color left.
"First my height and NOW my hair color?! Kami-sama, you sure have an evil way of looking at things!" Then I paled as I thought I saw myself shrink in the mirror. "Okay, okay! Never mind! Ha, ha, ha! Funniest thing ever! Please don't shrink me any more! Please!"
To my relief, I remained the same height. At least it was better than being Hannah sized!
But, there was still one question remaining throughout all this as I fought to figure out how to stop this strange thing from happening…
"WHY ME?!"
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