Anime High School

Introduction Part 4-Chrysalis

(A/N Dear Ace Attorney fans, slight spoilers for first case of Dual Destinies ahead)

"Objection!" I yell. Ah, I love being a nerd. I finger point as Phoenix's beautiful voice reaches my ears.

My blue eyes scan the screen of my blue 3DSXL. Is it just me, or does it seem like Phoenix Wright is even more fabulous in 3D? 

I've seen this scene at least 10 times. Ted Tonate is the killer, I know, but is this the voice that cares? No!

I pull on my gray sweater as Phoenix smirks. I'll never have that sense of coolness-me being a hopeless nerd and all-but I can always pretend!

My screen goes black and I groan. I can see the reflection of my caramel braid and bronze glasses. I press the bottom right corner of my DS. When it suddenly turns off from over usage, pressing this area fixes everything.

When the pixels on the screen return, I see Phoenix, but he's no longer facing the prosecution.

He's facing me like when I play as Apollo or Athena.

"Holy..." I begin. Words appear in the text box:

Dear Miss Starr,

We have the honor to accept you into Anime High, this is a prestigious school. To which only 100 students are accepted each year. Anime High is a private school, and none but the accepted know about it. We hope you will acknowledge this message.

Sincerely, XXX

My screen goes black. I press the corner again, and everything's normal again. I blink in confusion.

I fly out of my perch on the couch to grab a notebook. I jot down all that I read. I mentally thank my epic good memory.

I think over all the anime I watch, speaking of 'Anime High.' Wait, shouldn't I capitalize 'anime' then? Quit, Chrys! We are not here to discuss your questions about the weird English language!

Animes I watch: Digimon. Animes I play: Professor Layton, Ace Attorney.

Gosh, is it really that little? I sigh.

I continue clicking my DS screen, transitioning into a little ball of jeans, gray sweater, and sea green, turquoise, and white tye-dye shirt. My hair is probably a mess, but I don't care about hair anyway. Too girly for me.

I think I stayed that way for hours, finishing Turnabout Countdown and getting halfway through The Monstrous Turnabout. I guess time really does fly when you're having fun.

I pick up my tablet and flip through wattpad next: I check my favorite users, make a mental note to write more of my three stories, and read a little bit.

By now, I think I've had enough lazy time, so I decide to get up and actually do something productive with my life.

And by that I mean go sing in the neighborhood pool. I can't do anything more sporty than that!

Man, I'm getting nerdier by the sentence...