Digimon Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Piccolo, and Buu, and Beelzemon, Oh My! ❯ Florida, Here They Come! ( Chapter 1 )

Hello, my name is Kristen. You may think I'm just an ordinary, fourteen-year-old girl, right? Wrong! I may seem normal, but really I'm quite special! Why? You wanna know why? Well, what if I said I met a few cartoon characters, which happened to be my all time favorites? What? You don't believe me?! But I'm tellin' the truth man! I really did meet three cartoon guys, up close and personal! I even touched them with my bare hands! Ok, if I told you from the very beginning, where and how it all started, would you change your mind? Cool!

Lets see, it all started two months ago. I had just gotten out of school for summer break and was sitting at my computer, like always. I live in a family of five, including me. My younger brother, Mitchell, and my little sister, Beth, were away at some type of camp. Don't ask me what kind `cause I have NO clue.

Anyways, I was sitting at the computer, typing away on my stories, when my mom called for me. I groaned, got up and walked into the den where my mom and dad were standing. My dad, a brainless bear, sat in his `Big Man's Chair' completely dressed. This came as a shock to me. My dad usually isn't fully dressed unless he was going to work or some place nice. He just wore these huge boxers when around the house. He is a BAD influence, I know.

My mom was also dressed; her thin brown hair brushed and hair sprayed a certain way. She looked really nice for a four-two year old! Even my dad was surprisingly handsome. I thought to myself `Did somebody die?'

"Er, mom? Dad? What's goin' on?" My mom stepped up and said, " I know you just had your birthday and seeing how you're fourteen, Kristen, we've decided to test your responsibility! Your dad and I our leaving to Florida this afternoon and you're going to be here by yourself." I stood there, speechless. They were actually trusting me? Why now? Why hadn't I been told about this trip? Where were they going again?

"Mom, how come you didn't tell me this earlier?"

"We were afraid you might now want us to leave." Puh, yeah right. I'd do anything to get them out of the house! I tried to hold back a smile as she kept ranting on about `Responsibilitly'. C'mon I own a Ball Python, a taranchula, and a cat! I know responsabilty people! If I can take care of them, then I can handle a few weeks by myself!

I interrupted my mom and asked, "Um, hey mom, how long are you guys gunna be gone?"

"Till August." August?! That time I really flipped. It was only the second day of June man! Oh well. It couldn't be that bad, I mean, summer really likes to fly by so school can come bang on my door again. I swear, in school, it seems the day never wants to end, but when summer vaction comes in, it seems it never wants to last!

"Mom, you DO realize that's almost three months right? Are you sure about this? You're talking three months here, with me to attend the house!" My mom smiled, a smile that wasn't really a smile. A smile that seemed forced.

"I know. Dad and I discussed this and we have decided that it's alright to leave you here on your own!" I silently cheered. They were actually letting me stay be myself for three freakin' weeks!! I was going to tackle my mom in a huge hug when my dad stood up and said in this bold, macho-man, dad-like voice, "But there will be rules! You hear?"

Yeah, I heard, but why give me rules? They weren't going to be around to see me break them! How stupid. Not like I follow the ones we have now, like, `clean your room, clean your bathroom, put your dishes in the dishwasher, put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket, don't leave the lights on when you're not using them, turn off the computer screen when you're done, do your homework!' You know, the usual.

"Name `em!" I stated, rising to his challenge that had formed between us. He set his face into this serious expression. I would have laughed, but kept my mouth shut. It was amusing `cause my dad doesn't usually doesn't make that kind of face unless he comes barging into my room to shout at me to turn my music down.

"Ok, rule one, no opening the door for ANYONE! Rule two, keep all doors locked. Rule three, no talking on the phone for more than two hours," now that's just a stupid rule! The phone is nothing to me except for the use of Internet dial-up! I never call anyone, "and rule four, no PARTIES!!!" Another stupid rule.

"Dad, I only have three friends and they're not even around here!"

"That doesn't mean you can't invite strangers!"

"Dad, I have never been invited to anyone's party! Why throw one for people I don't know?"

"You're right I guess. Just please follow the rules! I don't want anything to happen to you!!" With that he came over and gave me a hug. Ah, fatherly love. They never seemed to want to let go.

I may be fourteen, but I'm not a moron. I've known the rules ever since I was four! `Don't talk to strangers, don't touch things that give off heat, keep away from pointy objects, never open the door when your parents aren't around, blah, blah, blah!' Only a real blond would break one of those rules!

I hugged him back. We talked some more about where the phone numbers were, where mom had stashed some money, and where I could find the key if I ever locked myself out while they were gone. Listen, I might be clumsy sometimes, but locking myself out of the house is not one of my plans of having a good time.

Again, only a true blond would do that and I'm not a blond. I am one hundred percent brunet! The saying goes, you may not be a blond by a first glance, but you may have blond roots. I dun have blond roots, that I can assure you.

We exchanged our good-byes, kisses, hugs, and the rules one more time. I stood at the door, waving to them as they drove out of the driveway and down the road. When the coast was clear, I pumped my fist up in the air and let a cry that kinda went like this, "OOH, OOH, OOH!" Actually I sounded more like the female version of Tarzan. I never thought Tarzan was the `King of the Monkeys', but the `King of the Coconuts and Bananas'. He was whacked, that's all I can tell you.

I wrapped up my shouting `cause I was earning a crowd. I quickly closed the door, locking and bolting it. Then I headed for the fridge for some ice cream. I was going to enjoy this summer for sure!