Deleted Scenes Part Four- The Girls journey.
Author's Note- I lied! Ha ha! Ow! Who threw that? Anyway, this is when everybody first meets… well halfway… in other words the alternate beginning! Yay! OW! Who keeps throwing stuff at me?
"This is going to be the most awesome adventure ever! A move to a different state!" Tessa squealed.
"Yeah! A new house, more kids to make friends with, and you're going to a public school!" Honey said smiling at her only friend.
"Yep, plenty of room to kick some wimpy butt!" Andy said suddenly coming in the small room of the apartment. Tessa gulped. Honey sighed.
"Kill joy…" Honey murmured.
"Shut up!" Andy shrieked throwing her fist at the two companions. Tessa and Honey, of course were inseparable, and always working like a team. So they both worked together to RUN FOR THEIR PITIFUL LIVES! Tessa and Honey ran around the room screaming their heads off ducking on the occasion to avoid Andy's large fists. Then a voice saved them.
"Andy? Tessa? What are you two screaming about?" Tessa's mother asked. Honey was the shyest thing in the house and she turned invisible. Then Mrs. Reynolds came in the room.
"Tessa was doing it again," Andy tattled.
"Doing what?" Tessa asked like she had no idea.
"Were you talking to 'Honey' again?" Tessa's mother asked strictly.
"No!" Tessa lied.
"She was," Andy smirked.
"Shut up!" Tessa hissed.
"Tessa, I've told you, and you father has told you, there's no such things as imaginary friends!"
"Why'd you let me keep the first one for as long as you did then?" Tessa asked.
Sorry quick author's note- Betcha didn't know Tessa had another imaginary friend. FORESHADOWING! –Ow!- Stop throwing things at me!
"That was a deranged bird," Andy coughed.
"Nuh-uh! That was a-," Tessa started.
"Stupid bird!"
"That's enough, Missy," Tessa's mother barked and sentenced Andy away from the room. Andy sulked and dragged herself out of the room.
"Tessa, you need to stop talking to-," her mother started.
"I'll stop! I swear!" Tessa promised.
"You've said that five times! Look, I think it's best that you just forget about it."
"But-."
"No, buts! You are going to have to get rid of the problem! Even if it means getting rid of your 'imaginary friend.'"
"MOM! NO!" Tessa wailed.
"Yes! I'm sorry but that's how it has to go!" her mother said. Tessa lowered her head sadly. She turned away from her mother. "Look, I'll tell you what, you can keep it until we get to our new home, but when we get there, it's got to go." Tessa didn't reply right away. "Well get the rest of your things together." And her mother left. Tessa closed the door behind her mom. Once she was sure that she couldn't her, she ran over and grabbed Honey and held her close. She wasn't going to let her only friend leave. Not like her other one. Honey was so black that you could see her clearly in a night sky. That night Tessa was on her computer (just like us! Yay!) typing in random things on the internet. (Like in which she probably has read her own biography and- ow!- quit with the throwing things already!) She thought that it might be funny to type in "Foster Home for Imaginary Friends." So, she tried and a… thingy (what can I say? Adjectives fail me,) popped up saying "Did you mean 'Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends?'" Tessa cocked her head. This had to be a joke. She clicked on it and read through it thoroughly. She also noticed that it was conveniently located not too far from her new home.
"Honey! Honey, wake up!" Tessa whispered. Honey stirred in her sleep. "Earth to Honeywell Bunny Reynolds!" Tessa hissed. Honey woke up with a jolt.
"Huh? What? No I wasn't drinking out of the toilet!" Honey said frantically. (Thanks Juniper Lee) Tessa stared at Honey for a second before motioning her to the computer.
"Look at this, I can still see you everyday!" Tessa said happily.
"Hmm, I don't know…" Honey said quietly fading a little darker.
"It'll work out fine! I promise!" Tessa assured her.
"Well, OK."
The next day when they arrived at their new place…
Tessa and Honey were quarreling over the printed map.
"We're lost, Tessa! See? My fingers only make five paces to that place!" Honey whined.
"For the last time, Honey, it doesn't work that way. In fact we should be standing outside the gates right now," Tessa grinned. Honey looked up.
"No, we're in front of the road."
"Turn around, genius." Honey turned around with Tessa and their jaws dropped. There they were, standing in front of an enormous old Victorian house.
"It looked so much smaller on the screen," Honey said. Tessa rolled her eyes. They approached the gates and a large rabbit answered the door. He looked left and right, then scratched his chin.
"Ahem," Tessa coughed. He looked down.
"Oh! My apologies! Good afternoon ladies. Welcome to-," he cut off. His eyes met Honey's and he just gazed at her. Honey blinked.
"Umm, yes?" Honey said trying to get the rabbit to continue.
"Oh, yes, welcome to Foster's. My name is Mr. Herriman, and how may I address you?" Honey didn't really understand his fancy talk.
"Uh… we live at 1423 Wilson-," she started.
"Uh, forgive her. My name's Tessa and this is my imaginary friend, Honeywell Bunny Reynolds. She goes by Honey." Mr. Herriman seemed to blush.
"Erm, that's a beautiful name…" he stammered. Honey giggled. Tessa stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Dude, even YOU can do so much better than him," Tessa said under her breath when Herriman looked away.
"You think I like HIM? Ew! Gross!" Honey whispered back.
After they had a grand tour of the house, Tessa said her last farewells to Honey and left. Honey sighed turned invisible and glided to the room she was assigned. She took a look at her roommates' beds. One read "Wilt," another, "Eduardo," another, "Coco," and the last one read, "Bloo." She set her bed in the far corner and fell asleep. She awoke to strange voices. She perked up. Somebody was coming in the room. Shyly, she turned invisible as the handle turned. Four imaginary friends entered the room, all laughing and talking. One was amazingly tall and red with a one on his chest and a huge grin spread across his face. Another one was a large purple monster with a skull buckle and large horns emerging from his head. Another was a hybrid like Honey, except she was a bird-airplane-plant-thing. The last one caught Honey's eyes though. He was nothing really detailed, just a small blue blob. Honey blushed embarrassed. She wondered…that maybe if she turned visible… she could meet them? She at least turned her eyes visible. They took no notice. She was too shy to go any farther then she had. The purple monster turned around and spotted her. He wore a paranoid look upon his face. He poked the tall red one's shoulder.
"What is it, Eduardo?" he asked. 'Eduardo' pointed over at her.
"Wilt, it's a ghost…" Eduardo whispered. Honey giggled. The other two spun around.
"Coco coco?" The hybrid asked.
"It's a ghost, Coco," Wilt said spooked.
"What are you guys, nuts? There's no such thing as ghosts!" the blob teased.
"Bloo, turn around," Wilt shuddered. Bloo spun around. Honey instantly blushed and disappeared fully. The four friends looked at each other and tip toed out of the room. Honey became visible again. Her ears drooped a little. She definitely didn't fit in. She heard their voices and put her ear to the door.
"I'm sorry, but I'm really not going back in there," Wilt shuddered.
"Si! Muy scary!" Eduardo cried.
"Coco coco?" Coco clucked.
"No we're not gonna shoot it!" Bloo exclaimed, "Where does Herriman keep the dynamite?"
"No! I'm sorry, Bloo, but not even for a ghost! Is that okay?" Wilt freaked out.
The next day…"Class, we have a new student today," the teacher announced. Tessa shyly walked through the door to her new class. "This is Tessa everyone." One boy rudely cat whistled.
"Aw! Man!" another boy commented, "We need another girl in this class like I need a hole in my head!" Tessa frowned. The boy had spiky blonde hair, a black T- shirt and- like Tessa- had freckles. A brunette boy, next to the blonde boy, snorted.
"Yeah, well you sure need a hole in your head! Just hopefully not another mouth!" he snapped.
"Ritchie, Mac, that's enough," the teacher said calmly. Tessa blushed and smiled. The brunette boy was a good kid, sticking up for her like that. "Let's see," the teacher continued, "Why don't you sit next to Mac?" Tessa blinked confused. Who in the heck was Mac? "Oh! I mean the boy with brown hair in a red shirt." Tessa looked around. There were a lot of brunette boys with red shirts.
"For Pete's sake, woman! Just sit her down already!" an Australian boy who was one of the many, said irritably. The one who stuck up for her smiled and raised his hand.
"I'm, Mac," he said shyly. Tessa smiled slightly and walked over to an empty desk next to 'Mac.' Tessa sat down and looked over at him. He kind of smiled shyly and then quickly looked the other way. Tessa smiled again and looked up front.
"Ritchie?" the teacher said.
"What?" the blonde boy scoffed.
"I would like you to show Tessa around today."
"WHAT?" Ritchie and Tessa shrieked in unison. They looked at each other and rival-ishly turned away. Mac looked at the two arch nemisises and raised his hand.
"Um, Mrs. Bellerson?" (Just some random name I saw on a book. So sue me. Joking! I see that light in your eyes!) "I-is there anyway I could show her the school instead?"
"Really? You'd be that willing?" the teacher asked.
"Absolutely," Mac smiled.
"Okay, is that okay with you Ritchie? Tessa?"
"YES! PLEASE!" Ritchie and Tessa screamed. Tessa blushed as she realized how strange that made her sound. Well… Mac WAS kinda cute… she looked over at him again and met his eyes. He seemed to say, "Hey, don't worry about it. It's the principal of thing!" through them. She only blushed a little more. She turned her head away. Why did she act so stupid around him already? They met five minutes ago!
By the end of the school day…" So, you know your way around town?" Mac asked Tessa.
"Uh, sort of…" she blushed. Mac raised an eyebrow.
"You want me to walk you home?"
"No, I'm going somewhere first. I know where it is." Tessa blushed.
"Oh. Really? Where?" Mac asked curiously. Tessa opened her mouth to answer, but she bit her lip instead. He seemed so mature. What if he laughed? What would he say? But most importantly, what would he think of her?
"Uh, you wouldn't understand, I've gotta go," she stuttered.
Meanwhile…Bloo jumped off his bed and began walking down the hall. He was thinking he should go wait for Mac before he went down to the swimming pool. But as he walked he heard footsteps. When he stopped, the footsteps echoed his. He turned around but faced nothing. He shrugged and kept going. Then Bloo heard it again, he whirled around, and nothing. Bloo was panicking at this point. What if that ghost was haunting him? He resumed walking and this time when he heard the footsteps, he was ready.
"AHA!" he exclaimed spinning around, ready to face his stalker. Honey blushed. He caught her. Thank heavens it was only her eyes that he could see. Bloo's eyes widened. Honey sighed and stepped forward towards him. He backed away.
"Bloo, I'm not dangerous, stop acting like I-," Honey started.
"AUGH! HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?" Bloo shrieked. Honey glared at him.
"I was in the bedroom last night, you twit! Remember?" she thundered.
"Ew! NO! I don't! I WASN'T DRUNK WAS I? I'M CLEAN! That's technically impossible anyway, because you're a ghost and I wouldn't be able to-,"
"Not like that! Gross! I've only known you for, like, a day!"
"Ohhhhh, you mean when you were spying on us?" Bloo asked.
"I wasn't spying! I sleep in that room! I had the right to be in there!" Honey wailed starting to get frustrated. Bloo stared at her eyes strangely.
"Sure you do, Ghost…"
"I'M NOT A GHOST!"
"Yeah, bye-bye now!" and Bloo ran off. Honey groaned and walked away crying. How was she supposed to fit in? Why couldn't she be more sociable? She thought that Bloo would be the one best friend for her, apparently she was wrong…
To be continued…Okay, next will be "Trouble with Scribbles"