Chapter #12:
"How are you feeling today Maggie?" my mother asked as I came down to the kitchen table the next morning. She sounded hesitant and almost afraid to know the answer. I sighed loudly as I poured myself a glass of milk.
"I'm not crazy."
"No ones saying that honey," she rushed to assure me, "we're all just very concerned. That's all. We don't think you're crazy."
"I do," Michel told me as he came down and stuck a piece of bread in the toaster.
"But I'm not crazy! What I said, it's all true!" I was very frustrated. They all avoided my eyes and my mother muttered something about how it was a good thing she'd written that therapist's number down. "I hope you all break television sets!" And with those final words I stomped out of the kitchen.
Then I stomped back in to retrieve the milk that I'd left. After I had it I re-stormed out of the room and went to my bedroom.
I had a lot of homework to do for school the next day though I had no intention of doing it. There was no way I was going to waste an excuse like, "I got knocked unconscious and had to spend most of my weekend at the hospital." So instead I decided to read some books.
For some odd reason I couldn't face the idea of watching a movie, it would be too much stress for my rather fragile mind.
I didn't do all that much during the day and I decided that since I had school the next day it would be better to go to bed early and get the dream/movie over with.
As I drifted off to sleep my eyes fell on my collection of DVDs. They were arranged on shelves next to my books, originally they'd been in order based on my favorites but I'd changed my mind so many times that now the order was almost completely random. I didn't even want to guess what my next torture would be but I was very curious.
I didn't have to wait long. Soon I was drifting off to sleep. At first I didn't even know that I had fallen asleep. Then I got a clue.
Philo Farnsworth was standing there in front of me.
"Don't you ever take a night off?" I asked.
"Never," he replied cheerfully, "I love my job." There were a few minutes of silence as I tried to wake myself up and he watched, clearly amused. "You can't wake up until the movie is over." I sighed loudly.
"Well what movie is it then?"
"Your movie tonight," he told me, "is Mulan. You'll be working as a weapon repairs person traveling with the army."
"What?" I stared at him in shock. "I haven't even seen that movie in years! How can I be going there? Wait isn't that a cartoon?" The man shrugged.
"Hey it's one of your favorite movies."
"Isn't that a cartoon?" I repeated desperately.
"Yes it is," Philo Farnsworth said seriously.
"But won't I stand out if I'm the only three dimensional person?"
Philo Farnsworth didn't say anything. All he did was smile. Somehow this smile sent a chill down my spine and I just knew what was going to happen. I looked down at my hands and saw that sure enough they had become illustrated and flat.
"Shit!"
Author's Note:
Okay well, thank you all for reading! I've had a lot of fun with Troy and I hope that you all have really enjoyed the story. I know that Mulan is quite a jump, (R to G and all that). It just seemed like an interesting place to take Maggie, being animated and full of singing, (I don't think that Maggie can sing). But I hope that some of you will have been entertained by this story enough to read When You Break A TV Night #4, (to be published sometime in October if I'm very lucky).
Thank you to everyone who reviewed! Or at least the two people who reviewed… Anyway thanks to Salsagirl626, and Starpossum. Thanks very much! And thank you to everyone who read!
