The next thing London realized, she was alone in an empty, black void.
Suddenly, a spotlight fell upon her.
Seeing herself clearly for the first time, she noticed that she looked human again...
Her stomach tightened at the feeling that she'd been through something like this before...
"You have..."
It got even tighter once she recognized the voice. It sounded like...
"Me..." The rich girl mouthed. "You sound like me."
"Good girl, Little Londie!" A sarcastic clap highlighted the voice's mocking tone. "You managed to rub two of those 'smarticles' together to make a complete thought... Maybe you're not so STUPID after all."
"Hey! I'm not stupid!"
This other girl, one who could be referred to as a "Dark London" of sorts, laughed, cutting and cruel. "Oh, really? No mommy, no daddy! Playing house with those two poor little brats..."
"Don't call them 'poor'! They're... They're...” She had to think for a moment. “Middle Class? Yeah, that."
“Which of those two losers did you learn that one from, the Candy Counter brat or the Hillbilly?”
“Stop calling them that!” London’s voice was now a fighty growl. “Their names are Maddie and Bailey!”
“Didn’t you used to call the other one ‘Discount Maddie’ or something like that…?” Dark London asked with a tease.
That one hurt. It had taken her months from when the two first met to learn Bailey’s name. In fact, the same could be said for Maddie, too. She wasn't good with names. It just wasn't something rich people did!
“She's not a discount. She's smart!”
“Smarter than you? That's not very hard to accomplish… Even the short brat at his laziest can think circles around you.”
The girl stayed silent, her eyes glistening with tears. She wasn’t smart. At least, not when. It came to “normal people” things, and she knew it. Mostly, if someone needed fashion advice (whether they wanted it or not, as Maddie would add) or money, she was your girl. Otherwise…
“Really? How old are you?”
“Nineteen,” came the answer, a shame-filled, quiet mumble.
“Same age as the blonde brat. Do you know where she’s at right now?”
“College…”
“And you’re only in high school because Daddy Dearest had to dump you somewhere… How tragic.”
The way that she drew out that last word made the real girl want to do…something to her tormentor. All sorts of emotions were swirling around in her head to tell the truth. If there was a person around right now, they'd need an ambulance, that's for sure…
She had to settle for words. “I hate you! Just leave me alone!”
It came out more like the cry of a hurt kindergartener than anything fitting for the young woman she physically was.
It was enough to give her her wish, though, as the voice she was now accustomed to didn't answer.
She shivered as the very dark world dissolved around her, thrusting her out of it.
She would awake to a group of Maverick Hunters (including her closest friends) staring at her with mixed looks of fear and distrust.
Even she didn’t have to guess who the Maverick was.
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The Suite Life X
FanfictionThe Suite Life Gang are in for quite a shock when they find themselves in the world of Mega Man X. Will they have the strength and courage to "fight for everlasting peace" alongside the Blue Bomber of the 22nd Century? Read on and find out!
