Lost Digi Girl
02-20-2004, 09:52 PM
Hidimon looked at the boys, thinking. Most likely using psytalk, her word for telepathy. Then she turned and looked at me. She stared for a while, and got frustrated.
“What happened to you Jenni? I can’t connect! I can’t do anything to you!” Hidimon whined, and flew into the ground. She vanished beneath the surface, mumbling to herself. She peeked her head above the surface. “I can’t read her either.”
“Huh?” I said, confused. “If you were real, you should be able to use your powers on me, so...what, is this really a dream?”
“What?” Hidimon said. “It’s no dream. You should know better. It’s no dream. Why would you think that?”
“Because I made it all up. I wrote a story and put it online to play as a game. Some characters are friends in real life, but not you three. I thought it was a game. Not real. How can it be real?”
Hidimon looked at Jenni seriously for a minute. “I don’t think she is Jenni.” she said, looking up at the boys. “But she knows us.”
“Yeah. I wrote the story and made it up. Why am I here?” I asked.
The Brian boy started talking to Missy. The Wazumi boy looked at me and Hidimon. “Don’t know. But it’s interesting. I think we should go home and figure it out. This is a neat turn of events. Possibly some good luck for us, huh?”
Hidimon looked at me sadly. “If you did write this, then why’d it turn out so bad?” She vanished.
Brian looked at his watch. “Um, Wazumi, I think we should catch the bus, huh?”
Wazumi nodded. “But do you know how to get home?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. “I remember drawing a map of Acamina, but is that really where we are?” He nodded. “Okay, then no idea.” I said.
Wazumi gave me directions, and money for the bus fee. Me and Missy rode the bus to my house. Or I think it was mine, or Jenni’s. But based on what they said, I don’t know if I want to meet myself. It’d be really confusing, and I don’t think my grandma knew about the digimon stuff.
Luckily, no one was home. There were notes inside, one was from Jenni saying that she had spent the night at Jasmine’s apartment. My grandma was helping my great grandma for the weekend. So we had the house to ourselves.
Missy started watching TV, and I got on the Internet. I tried to check my message boards, but they didn’t exist. I decided to walk upstairs to Jenni’s room. It looked almost like mine. I looked out the window, and everything almost looked like my home, but it wasn’t. I noticed a teenage girl walking up to the house, with long light brown hair and a sky blue dress.
It was Jasmine, another character from my story. She was supposed to be Jenni in a parallel dimension, and loved the digital world and any sort of dimension. She was also more lively than Jenni, who was quiet more of the time. Jasmine and Jenni are different aspects of the real me.
I went downstairs to the door. I opened it, and let Jasmine inside. She didn’t say anything, just looked at me. Missy glanced over from the TV, but continued watching TV.
“So, um, have you spoke to Hidimon lately?” I asked, wondering if she knew that I wasn’t Jenni. She didn’t reply, just looked from me to Missy.
“This is sooo cool,” she finally said, her eyes getting excited. “This is so great! If you aren’t from here, then you have to be from another dimension. I wonder where...oh well. I can figure out where any day. This is so fun, another person from a totally different dimension.”
“Okay okay.” I interrupted her. “I guess you know. But I don’t want to be here. This is still just a story to me. My silly digimon story.”
Jasmine stared at me. “It may be a game to you, but for Jenni and me, it’s real. So,...” she tried to act like she was disappointed in me, thinking. She flung up her hands and smiled. “Whatever. This is so cool! If you did create this dimension or maybe if this dimension influenced yours, it’s still cool!” She hugged me and walked over to Missy, still watching TV.
“Who are you?” Missy asked.
“Jasmine Steele, a friend of Jenni and the digidestined.” she replied, being silly and curtsied.
Missy looked up at Jasmine. “And I guess you are another person Jennifer thought she made up, huh?”
“No idea. It’s interesting. Wondering if her dimension created this one, or if our dimension created hers.” Jasmine said, thinking.
“Hey!” I said, excited. “I just remembered something. Something weird. If this was a story I created from TV, then what about the other seasons of Digimon. The season 3 and 4 dimensions. Okay, Jasmine is from Season 3, and this world is based on Season 1 and 2, but what about Season 4? That’s how Nail saw things. It was all TV for him too. We had to say he was from a different dimension too. And Kitt and Geist and Kori and
Michael. Michael! What about him? Both the crazy Michael from the digital world, and my DnD friend Michael?” I said, babbling. I noticed that Missy was watching TV again, but Jasmine was listening closely.
“We don’t know,” she said slowly, thinking. “Nail was weird, but we haven’t seen most of the newer digidestined since returning to Acamina. And we haven’t seen your non-digidestined friends much either, Michael, Jessie, Ross.” She stopped, as if wondering if she should go on. She looks at Missy again. “So what is your story? Are you from here, or Jenni’s dimension? Sometimes going from one dimension to another messes with memories. That happened to Sam, but he’s missing now also. We think Realemon still has him. But where could you be from?”
Missy shook her head. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t remember anything before when I gave Jennifer a piece of paper. Maybe that paper was important.”
Jasmine looked at me. “What paper?”
I shrugged; this doesn’t seem that important. “Okay, it had a picture of a girl, I think Alice, a character I was going to introduce in this part of the story. It also had my signature for my ezboard posts. It said ‘If I can use my imagination, I like the word ‘why’. Come play Hidimon’s game.’ And when it is posted on the Internet, the words ‘Hidimon’s game’ is a link to my message boards.”
Jasmine’s eyes started dancing again. “And maybe it linked you to here! I wonder it that’s why. But why would it happen now? Maybe we need you. And why would it have a picture of Alice? She hasn’t really been a bother. And that line before the link. Using the imagination to explain why something happens. I guess I do that often but is that a hint to help you leave?”
Something beeped them. Jasmine sighed as she pulled out her D-Terminal, a device used by the digidestined to e-mail others. She looked at it, then put it back into her pocket. “Lunamon says she needs my help with the D-Porter. Maybe if we can get that working, then we can take you home. Bye.”
Jasmine walked out the door. I went back to Jenni’s room, and started looking at her pictures. Pictures of friends, pictures of the digimon and digidestined friends. Pictures of things that I tried to draw, like a scene from the story. I had wanted this life to be real, but I’m not sure now. It seems too weird. Like something is not right. I uneasily went to sleep, with Missy still watching TV.
“What happened to you Jenni? I can’t connect! I can’t do anything to you!” Hidimon whined, and flew into the ground. She vanished beneath the surface, mumbling to herself. She peeked her head above the surface. “I can’t read her either.”
“Huh?” I said, confused. “If you were real, you should be able to use your powers on me, so...what, is this really a dream?”
“What?” Hidimon said. “It’s no dream. You should know better. It’s no dream. Why would you think that?”
“Because I made it all up. I wrote a story and put it online to play as a game. Some characters are friends in real life, but not you three. I thought it was a game. Not real. How can it be real?”
Hidimon looked at Jenni seriously for a minute. “I don’t think she is Jenni.” she said, looking up at the boys. “But she knows us.”
“Yeah. I wrote the story and made it up. Why am I here?” I asked.
The Brian boy started talking to Missy. The Wazumi boy looked at me and Hidimon. “Don’t know. But it’s interesting. I think we should go home and figure it out. This is a neat turn of events. Possibly some good luck for us, huh?”
Hidimon looked at me sadly. “If you did write this, then why’d it turn out so bad?” She vanished.
Brian looked at his watch. “Um, Wazumi, I think we should catch the bus, huh?”
Wazumi nodded. “But do you know how to get home?” he asked.
I thought for a moment. “I remember drawing a map of Acamina, but is that really where we are?” He nodded. “Okay, then no idea.” I said.
Wazumi gave me directions, and money for the bus fee. Me and Missy rode the bus to my house. Or I think it was mine, or Jenni’s. But based on what they said, I don’t know if I want to meet myself. It’d be really confusing, and I don’t think my grandma knew about the digimon stuff.
Luckily, no one was home. There were notes inside, one was from Jenni saying that she had spent the night at Jasmine’s apartment. My grandma was helping my great grandma for the weekend. So we had the house to ourselves.
Missy started watching TV, and I got on the Internet. I tried to check my message boards, but they didn’t exist. I decided to walk upstairs to Jenni’s room. It looked almost like mine. I looked out the window, and everything almost looked like my home, but it wasn’t. I noticed a teenage girl walking up to the house, with long light brown hair and a sky blue dress.
It was Jasmine, another character from my story. She was supposed to be Jenni in a parallel dimension, and loved the digital world and any sort of dimension. She was also more lively than Jenni, who was quiet more of the time. Jasmine and Jenni are different aspects of the real me.
I went downstairs to the door. I opened it, and let Jasmine inside. She didn’t say anything, just looked at me. Missy glanced over from the TV, but continued watching TV.
“So, um, have you spoke to Hidimon lately?” I asked, wondering if she knew that I wasn’t Jenni. She didn’t reply, just looked from me to Missy.
“This is sooo cool,” she finally said, her eyes getting excited. “This is so great! If you aren’t from here, then you have to be from another dimension. I wonder where...oh well. I can figure out where any day. This is so fun, another person from a totally different dimension.”
“Okay okay.” I interrupted her. “I guess you know. But I don’t want to be here. This is still just a story to me. My silly digimon story.”
Jasmine stared at me. “It may be a game to you, but for Jenni and me, it’s real. So,...” she tried to act like she was disappointed in me, thinking. She flung up her hands and smiled. “Whatever. This is so cool! If you did create this dimension or maybe if this dimension influenced yours, it’s still cool!” She hugged me and walked over to Missy, still watching TV.
“Who are you?” Missy asked.
“Jasmine Steele, a friend of Jenni and the digidestined.” she replied, being silly and curtsied.
Missy looked up at Jasmine. “And I guess you are another person Jennifer thought she made up, huh?”
“No idea. It’s interesting. Wondering if her dimension created this one, or if our dimension created hers.” Jasmine said, thinking.
“Hey!” I said, excited. “I just remembered something. Something weird. If this was a story I created from TV, then what about the other seasons of Digimon. The season 3 and 4 dimensions. Okay, Jasmine is from Season 3, and this world is based on Season 1 and 2, but what about Season 4? That’s how Nail saw things. It was all TV for him too. We had to say he was from a different dimension too. And Kitt and Geist and Kori and
Michael. Michael! What about him? Both the crazy Michael from the digital world, and my DnD friend Michael?” I said, babbling. I noticed that Missy was watching TV again, but Jasmine was listening closely.
“We don’t know,” she said slowly, thinking. “Nail was weird, but we haven’t seen most of the newer digidestined since returning to Acamina. And we haven’t seen your non-digidestined friends much either, Michael, Jessie, Ross.” She stopped, as if wondering if she should go on. She looks at Missy again. “So what is your story? Are you from here, or Jenni’s dimension? Sometimes going from one dimension to another messes with memories. That happened to Sam, but he’s missing now also. We think Realemon still has him. But where could you be from?”
Missy shook her head. “I have no idea what you are talking about. I don’t remember anything before when I gave Jennifer a piece of paper. Maybe that paper was important.”
Jasmine looked at me. “What paper?”
I shrugged; this doesn’t seem that important. “Okay, it had a picture of a girl, I think Alice, a character I was going to introduce in this part of the story. It also had my signature for my ezboard posts. It said ‘If I can use my imagination, I like the word ‘why’. Come play Hidimon’s game.’ And when it is posted on the Internet, the words ‘Hidimon’s game’ is a link to my message boards.”
Jasmine’s eyes started dancing again. “And maybe it linked you to here! I wonder it that’s why. But why would it happen now? Maybe we need you. And why would it have a picture of Alice? She hasn’t really been a bother. And that line before the link. Using the imagination to explain why something happens. I guess I do that often but is that a hint to help you leave?”
Something beeped them. Jasmine sighed as she pulled out her D-Terminal, a device used by the digidestined to e-mail others. She looked at it, then put it back into her pocket. “Lunamon says she needs my help with the D-Porter. Maybe if we can get that working, then we can take you home. Bye.”
Jasmine walked out the door. I went back to Jenni’s room, and started looking at her pictures. Pictures of friends, pictures of the digimon and digidestined friends. Pictures of things that I tried to draw, like a scene from the story. I had wanted this life to be real, but I’m not sure now. It seems too weird. Like something is not right. I uneasily went to sleep, with Missy still watching TV.