::Jiana:: *looks slightly insane* I own DBZ. And DragonBall. But not Animorphs.
::Jupiter:: She's crazy.
::Jiana:: *going back to normal* No I'm not! I own nothing! *cries*
::Jupiter:: Then why did you just say you owned DBZ and DragonBall?
::Jiana:: *borrow's Chichi's frying pan and wacks brother with it hard*
::Jupiter:: YOW!!!
::Jiana:: Hehe, I win!
Chapter 3 – Jiana Heero
We've got twelve rooms in our house, three bedrooms
upstairs, as well as our den, wash room, and a bathroom. Downstairs we
had a big room that was divided in half for the living room and the dining
room, the kitchen, Mom and Dad's bedroom, the mess that was supposedly
Dad's office, a mudroom, and our second bathroom. So we were sitting in
the living room/dining room after breakfast, as it's the largest room and
I'm claustrophobic.
"So what are we going to about you?" I asked cautiously,
looking at the twelve extra people who were not supposed to exist.
"You people," I waved towards the Animorphs, "are supposed to be characters
in a book series which has been made into a TV show and you," I motioned
to the six DBZ charas, "are supposed to be in a cartoon. How did you
get here?"
"We kind of fell through this hole into your room…"
Goten offered. He looked about my age, which meant that it wasn't during
any DBZ I'd seen.
"Okaaaay…" I turned to the Animorphs. "And you?"
"Um… same thing," Marco said. "Except we landed
in his room."
"Okaaaay. I suppose that is the first thing down.
Now we've got to figure out how to send you home before my parents and
little sister come home it two days!" Okay, so I was being a little
hysterical. I had a right in this situation.
"Ji? Calm down."
"Calm down? Calm DOWN? HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM
DOWN, JUPITER HEERO? WE'VE GOT TWO DAYS TO DO THE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"Er… Ji?"
"WHAT?" I rounded on Trunks.
"You'd probably get more done if you weren't panicking."
I shut my eyes and took long, slow breaths. "Okay,"
I said when I opened my eyes, my voice almost too calm. "We've got
that done with. By the way, I'm Jiana Heero and this is my little brother
Jupiter."
"Who would have guessed?" Marco asked sarcastically.
"Watch it, buster, I know a lot about you. I'm sure
I can find something they don't know…" I smiled evilly. Then I sighed,
looking down at my pajamas, which were black pants and a black shirt with
white half-sleeves and the dragonballs on the front. "I'm going to go get
dressed and go for a drive. Jupe?"
"Yes…"
"Make sure they don't get into anything, will you?"
My little brother was a good two inched taller than I was already and his
medium-dark brown hair was messy over hazel eyes, though it wasn't really
a Harry Potter thing. Plus he was quite a bit stronger than I was, physically
speaking. I've got a stronger will any day.
"Sure."
I climbed the stairs and slammed my bedroom door
behind me. I opened a drawer and pulled out my awesome cat beach towel
and a razor, then hurried into the bathroom. I took a fairly quick shower,
considering that it took forever to wash my hair, even as short
as it was, and wrapped my towel around me. Then I saw a major flaw in my
thinking: my bedroom opened onto the landing, which you could easily see
from the living room. I bit my lip, then practically dashed for my room
while blushing furiously, slamming my door again.
Once safe in my room I pulled on my clothes. I chose
my red Quidditch shirt, which has blue half length sleeves and says "Potter"
above the number seven in blue on the back and "Quidditch" in writing that
I really like on the front over a pair of crossed brooms, and black Capri
pants. I brushed out my dark brown hair, its red highlights vanishing in
the water that made it look nearly black. I had it cut in a sharp, short
wedge because it was THICK and UNTAMABLE. Then I quickly applied my customary
light makeup to my attractively pale and freckled face, put on my thin
silver-black oval glasses, pulled on a pair of black platform sandals,
grabbed my purse, and hurried down the stairs and out the door. The little
red car was an automatic and the air didn't work, but it would be fine
for my purposes. As I pulled out of the short stretch of unkempt country
road that most people thought was our driveway I pulled out my cell phone
and dialed my older sister, Laurëalas.
A/N:
::Jiana:: So, what do you think?
::Jupiter:: I think you need to get your driver's licence.
::Jiana:: I'm only fifteen! *smacks Jupiter with an exact copy of Chichi's
frying pan*
::Jupiter:: YOW!!! WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!? CHICHI
STILL HAS HER FRYING PAN!
::Jiana:: She gave me a spare. Review, people!