Hmm... I think I'll join this. I've never been to NYC, but I'd really like to see how this turns out. 

I think that we should keep it in NYC (and not just for the sake of Hamilton). I believe it would be an interesting setting, and provide plenty of room for description and interesting plot twists.

May I join? This looks fun! If I can join my CAPATCHA Fred will be coming along. 

LB~ 

So, may I join? If so Fred my CAPATCHA  and Valerie, my new AE ( Valerie just showed up at my doorstep and begged to be created.), will come along. My CB appearance is not going to be the one I have as a normal person so here it is.

My RP Appearance: Short curly blonde hair, brown eyes, blue square glasses, blue jacket. 

Yay! If I can join I can't wait this will be sooo fun! What do you say Fred and Valerie? 

Fred: gnex

Valerie: I am trying to eat this apple. And read Shakespeare. You are not helping. 

As you can now see Valerie has an obsession with Shakespeare and fruit. She also likes karate and witty statements. 

When Grace and Owlgirl are in a crowded room...

Grace: Owlgirl?

*looks around* 

OWLGIRL?

Where are you?! (to herself) This is my problem with crowded places. Your counterpart is always running off.

OOOOOWLGIIIIIRL!!!!!!!!

Alright...

*takes deep breath*

EVERYONE GIVE IT UP FOR AMERICA'S FAVORITE FIGHTING FRENCHMAN!

Owlgirl: (from the other side of the room) LAFAYEEEEEEEETE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Grace: Found her.

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Ten minutes later...

Grace: Come ON! Again? Owlgirl, WHERE are you? (to herself) I want her to buy me some gummy beasr...(louder) OWLGIIIIIIIRL!

This calls for desperate measures.

*grabs microphone*

How did we know that this plan would work? We had a spy on the inside. That’s right...

Owlgirl: *trapdoor in the floor flies open, Owlgirl pops out, knocking over fifteen people* HERCULES MULIGAAAAAAN....

Grace: *runs over* Great, found you. Now, I need you to buy me some gu-

Owlgirl: A tailor spyin’ on the British government I take their measurements, information and then I smuggle it to my brother's revolutionary covenant I’m runnin’ with the Sons of Liberty...

Grace: No.

and I am lovin’ it. See, that’s what happens when you up against the ruffians...

Grace: Be quiet!

Owlgirl: We-

Grace: No.

Owlgirl: ...in-

Grace: TAKE A BREAK FROM HAMILTON!

Owlgirl: Do you mean... 

gtg continue ltr

I'm fine with any location. Though it would be cool to show the CBers around xD

Although don't expect me to save you from the horrors of Manhattan. I don't even live there.

Owlgirl: @Abigail: When do we start?

Grace: (to herself) Gosh, thank god Owlgirl isn't rapping/singing Hamilton Non-Stop?

Oh, is that a challenge?

What do you mean?

What do I mean? WHAT DO I MEAN? I mean one of my FAVORITE Hamilton songs, which end Act One of Hamilton, coming right after Dear Theodosia. In the song "Non-Stop"...

Here we go again...

Which is song number twenty three, sung by Hamilton played by Lin-Manuel Miranda and Aaron Burr played by leslie odom Jr and Eliza played by Phillipa Soo and Angelica played by Renee Elise Goldberry and George Washington by Christopher Jackson in this song whoch is six minutes and twenty five seconds long (dont ask me how I remember that) The Act I finale covers Hamilton’s life from the end of the war to his appointment as Secretary of the Treasur. Burr watches in amazement as Hamilton becomes a leading lawyer gets sent to the Constitutional Convention at age 30 then writes the majority of the Federalist Papers.

No, no, no...

Let's see, let me get my inspiration...

Pulls up "Non-Stop" and starts listening 

AAfter the war I went BAAck to New York. A-after the war I went back to New York...

(Burr:)Even though we started at the  very same time, Alexander Hamilton began to climb. How to account for tis rise to the top?

MAAAAAAN, the man is non-stop!

Like you.

Gentlemen of the jury I’m curious, bear with me are you aware that we’re making hist’ry this is the first murder trial of our brand-new nation the liberty behind deliberation--I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt with my assistant counsel—

*pauses music*

(calmly) Hey, Grace, would you like me to get you a bag of gummy bears? The big kind.

GUMMY BEARS YES I WILL KILL FOR THEM GIVE THE GUMMY- Wait a second. Is this another promise that you won't keep.

I will keep it. I will buy you gummy bears, but you will have to read Aaron Burr's lyrics fo "Non-Stop."

NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You'll make me do it, then you won't get me any gummy bears.

I swear on the River Styx.

*thunder rumbles*

Really? Alright...I...I swear to your terms, no the River Stick.

Styx.

Sorry, River Styx. 

*thunder rumbles again*

*Owlgirl rubs her palms together gleefully*

We'll do it a little while...I must eat lunch now. (And legit, I do actually need to eat lunch, later, you guys!) 

We have enough people, let's start! Sorry, no more applications. :(

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It's supposed to be an average Tuesday morning.

I'm supposed to get up at seven, stumble to my closet, throw on a pair of jeans and a sweater, shovel my way through a bowl of Cheerios, stuff my homework in my backpack, and race out the door.

Everything goes wrong just as my alarm clock rings two hours early. Blearily, I sit up and stretch, then reach over to turn it off. The red numbers clearly state: 5:00 AM. What the heck? Is this my brother's idea of a joke, setting it to turn on way early? Or did he set it back and it's really seven after all?

"Pffft," a voice rings out, that of a girl, strangely like my own. "Oh my grapefruit, look at her face!" She bursts out laughing. The said girl is perched on top of my tall, wooden, dresser, sitting with one leg hanging casually of the edge. Her straight brown hair is pulled back into a messy bun, and her amber eyes glitter with amusement. She wears a pink tee and black leggings, and the shoelaces of her navy converse dangle uselessly, untied.

"Who are you?" I ask, still partly asleep. She's familar, too familar, and yet I can't place it. And even if I know her, why the parakeet is she sitting on my chest of drawers?

"Critic, did you hear that?" the girl teases. "She doesn't know me!" She doubles over giggling (though I don't find if funny) and falls off her seat. She hits the floor with a thump, but isn't disgrunteld, and instead smirks at my apparant igonorance.

"Of course I heard, I'm not deaf," a second voice says. I whip around. Another girl is folded up in my armchair, reading a dictionary. She pushes her maroon glasses up her nose and slams her book shut. Smoothening her blue-green plaid skirt, she cocks her head at me. "Huh, it worked. I wasn't sure Mandy knew how to operate an alarm clock."

Suddenly something clicks.

Mandy... the dictionary... Critic... the absurd familiarity... there's only one possible explaination for all this, and that's impossible too. I pinch my arm as hard as I can. Ow. The pain shoots through my brain. I don't wake up.

It's not a dream.

"Critic A?" I pant, sitting up in bed.

"Give the girl a prize!" Critic A rolls her eyes.

I ignore her sarcasm, jumping up and running to the mirror. The reflection depicts a girl I thought I'd never see, and yet it's me. My wavy brown hair is pulled up into a ponytail (it ordinarily never stays), my glasses are gone, no longer framing my chocolate-colored eyes, yet I can see perfectly. I'm wearing a purple t-shirt with "I'm a Writer, What's Your Superpower?" on it, a pair of blue jeans with a belt, and leather boots. Plus, in my belt I have a never-ending bag of magical chocolate chips and a dagger. I blink. I'm... Abigail. I'm Abi. Wow.

How could this get any weirder? My question is answered when a cream-colored puffball hops into the roo.

"Hllo!" it squeaks.

"Ookz?" I stare.

If CAPTCHAs could nod, Ookz would, but instead he chirps back, "Tht's mmee!"  

"Oh my gosh," I peep. This is awesome. And terrifying. And I'm starting to freak out a little. "What should we do?"

"The wisest course of action," Critic A says, "would be to go on CB, considering that we all stem from there." I nod, and grab my computer. Since I bookmarked the page, it only takes me a few seconds to get on. It's covered in threads that say similar things: "My Alter Egos are REAL!" "Help me!" "Admins, I'm telling the truth!" "AAAAA FREAKING OUT AAAAA" I sympathize. As I look through the comments, nothing helps. Then, at the bottom of one thread, an anonymous CBer has written: "Go to NYC."

What do I have to lose? I grab my backpack off the floor and stuff some books, a pencil or two, my computer, a stuffed animal, and a Hershey's bar into it. Critic A catches on, filling her satchel with dictionaries, notebooks, and pens. 

I look at my two AEs and Ookz and take a deep breath.

"Well," I say. "It seems we're heading to The Big Apple." 

My alarm clock rings. That is weird, I don't have an alarm clock. I look around. There s a hippo wearing a tuxedo on my floor. Sitting next to him is a girl with short purple hair. She is eating an apple and reading 'Romeo and Juliet.' "It is about time!" she says in an annoyed voice. "Fred? And Valerie?" I ask. "Um, yeah," Valerie answers. "Who did you think would be sitting on your floor at five in the morning?" Valerie is very rude. Fred is such a polite hippo though. "ytow," Fred says. "My thougts exactly." I tell Fred and get up and look in the mirror. My hair is short and more blonde. I am wearing a blue leather jacket and blue rectangular glasses. Oh my, I am Lemon Banana. 

Alright! This should be fun!
Also, I have to thank Cayke for making the image of me I like. 

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"Wake up." 

I hear the words, but dismiss them. It's Tuesday, barely five, and I don't want to get up. Shutting the words out, I roll over and go back to sleep.

In a loud, shrill tone my alarm clock jolts me awake not a minute later. I gasp and sit up in bed, staggering out and throwing open my closet. My eyes are still bleary with sleep, and I barely notice what I'm throwing on. Finally I calm down from my panic and blink open my eyes. Immeditaly I am greeted with the last thing I was expecting. 

A Mewtwo is standing by me dresser, preening himself in the mirror. Placed atop his head is a snazzy black fedora, and his eyes are a vibrant and brilliant purple. It can't be, I think. But somehow it is. Turning around, MewFour greets me. Except he isn't talking and his mouth doesn't move. Somehow the words are being transmitted into my mind. 

"Finally, you're awake," he says with a heavy accent. "I was beginning to think you stay there forever!" He then goes back to examining himself in the mirror. I just stand there, gaping in shock. 

"M... MewFour?!" I finally sputter out. "But how? You belong on CB! You're... well, not quiet real!!" He turns to me, sarcasm dripping in his tone.

"Really. I suppose the me in front of you is an apparition, then." I pause, not knowing how to reply. Finally I must accept the fact that my Æ is real and is right in front of me. I sigh and turn away, my a rusty-red lock of my hair bouncing on my shoulder. Wait... rust-red?? I think. Rushing to my mirror, I shove MewFour out of the way. He lets out a protestant cry, but can't even hear him. My everything has changed to CB! My hair spirals down in copper-red pigtails, and two smaller locks hang in front of my ears. My eyes are truly amber now, a soft, warm color. I'm wearing a blue T-shirt with a picture of Harley Hartwell on it, and I have on black leggings and sky-blue Vans. Tucked in a pouch at my waist is a thesaurus and a poison-tipped dagger. "I'm... Amber?" I murmur out loud. I'm suddenly lifted up, a purple glow around me. 

MewFour is using his powers to tos me out of the way. "Don't take up all the room!" he grumbles, once again examining himself in the mirror. I grit my teeth, but suddenly a small white and pink shape comes darting into the room, a little fox-cat. "Vixtion!" I exclaim, and scoop her up. Vixtion purrs and rubs her head on my chin. Noticing the mirror, though, she hops out and scrambles onto my dresser to look at herself along with MewFour. I groan and pull out my laptop, wondering if this happened to any other CBer. 

I'm met with thread after thread of "MY AE IS REAL!!" and "OMG I look like OWLGIRL!!", etc. I am about to shut it in disbelief when I see a small post at the bottom, by... Anonymous. "Go to NYC". I look up to see MewFour and Vixtion looking at me expectantly, duplicate bemused expressions on their faces. "Fine," I sigh. "I guess we're going to the big city." They cheer, but I just shake my head. My vain AE and CAPTCHA brought to life? This may not end well. But at least, I remind myself. I'm getting a trip to NYC out of it.  

Woo!

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It's some time in the middle of the morning. I haven't gotten much sleep. I stayed up late, doing stuff, writing stuff. Hopefully I can sleep during the day, like I usually do. Thankfully, homeschool doesn't require you to get up at the same time everyday.

After brushing my teeth and doing my nighttime ritual, I slip under the cozy covers, and I quickly fall asleep.  

My head hasn't been on the pillow and my eyes haven't been closed for even more than a few hours when an alarm clock goes off.

I have one, but I don't remember my alarm clock being set that early.

In fact, I didn't even wake up to its loud, buzzing noise.

"Oh goodness," says a voice which I don't here either. "She can sleep through that?"

"Yesh," says another, but cuter, voice. "Hers Momm wake hers."

"No!" 

"Yesh."

"Well, at least she's not snoring." The first voice walks over to me a gently prods my shoulder. "Novelist . . ."

I suddenly jolt awake. "oH MY GOATS! WHO IS IT?! Who called me that?"

Spooked, I grab a yellow lightsaber sitting on my dresser. I click it on and wave it around wildly.

"It's us!" The voice ducks from being sliced in half.

"Waa?" I reply. From the dim glow of the lightsaber, I see a girl standing next to my bed, holding what looks like a cross between and eagle and a lion. I also wonder why I'm holding a lightsaber. And why did I say "goats"?

"No!" I say, clicking on my lamp. "It can't be!" 

"My, you figured that out quickly," says girl.

"N-nova? W-wubdub?"

She grinned and unscrewd a panel from her hand, revealing a tangle of wires. Wubdub hopped and flew around the room.

I scream loud enough to wake dead ants. Internally, that is. I leap to my iPad, go to the bookmarked CB, and quickly type in: "aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Also, I wonder why I keep using animal references. I love nature, but I don't usually show it. Suddenly, I see something sticking out of the corner of my eye. Groggily, I climb out of bed and look in the mirror. Staring back is someone totally different.

She's got bright green, calm-and-mysterious eyes, freckles, aurburn hair with a more brown to it. She's wearing short pajamas. I never wear those--too cold. She looks like Fauna, the main character from my book. I always pictured myself as her on the CB, but she looks nothing like I do in really life. 

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More later I gotta eat.