Triple Michele

daisyfrost

daisyfrost

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hm, me again with another story...I guess I'm used to writing and want to continue!! This one I'm not sure I'll be able to finish, but here it goes:

-Prologue-
Let me get something straight with you, just so nobody gets confused. After all, I have a pretty confusing life. Actually, three confusing lives.
When I was a couple weeks old I got kidnapped by scientists. They wanted some of my DNA for a cloning experiment.
And actually, they succeeded, making three other me’s. Then they set me free—I don’t really know how, because my parents never talk about it, but I was returned to them somehow and lived normal again until I was fifteen. Then I got some kind of unknown sickness, along with my clones, and we all kind of died.
But when I thought I was dead, time seemed to stop for a moment and a man walked into my hospital room. I know it’s silly, but he kind of reminded me of the grim reaper because he had a black hoodie covering his head. He told me what was happening, and said that I myself wouldn’t die. He told me that I would become my clones, like we would switch souls—they went into my dying body, I went into theirs, they died, I survived. Then he said, “Go to sleep, Michele.” And he warned me never to try to find myself or I would die.
And I fell asleep. Just like that. No time to ask him any questions or say, wait! It was only for a moment, and then I woke up in a different hospital room.
“She’s alive!” a middle aged man said next to me, attracting a doctor and a woman.
“Oh, Ally, I can’t believe it!”
“Neither can I! She was dead for a minute, but I guess not brain dead…”
Oh my gosh. I had just become somebody else. It had begun.

P.S. if anywhere in the story you think of a better name for it than it's current one, you can inform be 'cuaze that's an aria i have trouble with:)
 
I'm glad you like it. at first i wondered if it was too weird:) here's more.

One
It’s been five hours now. My new family wants to take me home; apparently I have a dad, a mom, and thirteen-year-old twin sisters. But I myself am fifteen, just a few months younger than Michele. She must have just died. My new name is Ally.
Later, I was taken ‘home’. It was a neat little old-looking house with a tower that was my room. On my new bed, I cried, not recognizing anything here, mourning over my own death. I missed my real parents and room, it didn’t matter how wonderful Ally’s life was, and I would never fit into it. After I’d cried enough I decided to look around the house so I knew where everything was.
I had my own stairs that led down to a hallway where there were two bedrooms and a bathroom. There was another staircase that led into a dining room/kitchen aria. To the left were another bathroom and a porch, to the right there was a backyard porch, a small room that looked like it was made for serenity, and a tiny staircase that led to a cellar that served as storage, a laundry room, and a computer room.
Sigh.
The rest of the day I spent time with my relieved parents, and explored.
At night there was a big family dinner at 6:30; everybody wanted to talk with me and hug me, I could tell by their shiny, happy-sad eyes. I really didn’t know what Ally was like, but I tried to have a half-decent conversation with them, even though I didn’t know them and kept thinking about my old parents that I would probably never see again. Afterwards there was a cake too, it was kind of like a happy death-day dessert for me, and I was glad when everything was over and I could go up to my bed. I wept myself to sleep.
Next day, I woke up in a hospital room again. Ugh. Not this again, I thought. This time it looked like all of my relatives were there, because the room was almost full of voices proclaiming, “She’s alive!” finally the doctor got everybody out of the room so he could check on me.
With everybody gone, it was a very cold and quiet room. “Looks like you’re going to be just fine, Emma,” he said. I made a mental note that that was my other name. Ally, Emma, Ally, Emma. The Doctor smiled at me. “Would you like to see your family now?”
“Uh…” I thought about it a minute. “Sure, I guess.”
“Okay.” He then went out, and a moment later the room was full again with smiling, tearful faces. “We’re so happy Emma! For a moment we thought you were gone forever…” I was pretty sure my mom was the one interrupting with frequent nose-blowing. An old man wrapped his arms around me and said, “no way you’re going before you’re grandpa!” that made me laugh just a little. “Everybody’s here,” I said.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” a girl about my age said. She had a big smile and big eyes. “…or my job.” She looked like a McDonald’s employee, with a red outfit and a strawberry blonde ponytail coming out of a holy baseball cap. I wondered if she had gotten fired by leaving in the middle of her shift or something. But everybody here was happy, and I smiled along with them for the moment. What a family.
The home they took me home to was big and new, but very messy inside with boxes all over the place. Had we just moved in?
A big golden dog barked its way down some stairs and wagged fur over the room as it made its way over to me. I looked at its nametag, which read,
Sandy 365-4470
the Morgan’s
381 Amber Ave. Marigold, Pensylvania

“Hey, Sandy!” I said, and tousled her ear.
 
Nice story. It's very intriguing and now I'm wondering what's going to happen to Michele as Ally. And what is Ally like.

I want to tell you that I was hoping that Sandy would have some kind of sixth sense and smell something wrong with this new Ally and maybe growl a little or bark aggressively, as if meeting a stranger, then have the rest of the family surprised and confused about Sandy's behavior with Ally.... some twist like that..
 
Not too weird at all :) But I'm surprised that Michelle accepted the situation so quickly. If it was me, I'd be trying to find my way back to my real parents and explain to them what happened. (Which I guess could have some real consequences since they'd think I'm crazy.)

Oh, and hey - I know the clones died and Michelle rotates being in their bodies, but what happens to the other two bodies when Michelle is in the third? Do they go on some kind of autopilot? Or is it like what happens when someone goes brain dead, and their kept alive in the hospital with machines?

So many questions! I can't wait to see what you do with this. Just don't make it too easy :)
 
oh. well say it's a saturday and she wakes up as Ally. she lives saturday. then at midnight she turnes into Emma and lives the same saturday. same thing with her other clone(she has one more). so really she lives the same day three times in the different clones.
get it??
 
here is some more.

Similar thing, but different that evening. People actually talked at dinner in a more cheerful way, and my room was square not round, very plain with boxes piled everywhere and a bed & dresser in one corner.
I plopped down on the bed, and noticed a letter addressed to Emma Morgan—me. From Kaytlin Bales, whoever that was. I thought, “ah, what the heck.” and opened it. It said,
Dear Emma,
I heard you were really sick, I got worried for a while, but you’re a survivor and I’ve been praying for you. I’ll come visit as soon as I can with a stockpile of chocolate to share from the contest I won
let’s just hope my Grammy doesn’t get another heart attack if she’s my boyfriend and we’ll be just fine
Your BFF,
Kaitlin
Penny
Bales
It had a picture taped at the bottom of me and Kaytlin—she looked just like the girl at the hospital in the red outfit. So I had a friend here, well. She sounded pretty nice; I wouldn’t mind a friend that won chocolate contests once in a while.
A minute later my ‘mom’ called me from downstairs; it felt so strange to be called by somebody else’s’ name. “Emma? Kaitlin’s on the phone!”
How ironic.
“I’ll be down in a second,” I called back. I walked down the stairs slowly; the fever from the sickness was mostly gone, but it hurt my head to hurry.
I picked up the portable that was downstairs. “Hello? This is Emma.”
“It’s Kaitlin. You sound good, are you feeling any better?”
“Yeah, I’m a lot better. Why’d you call?”
“Oh. Yeah. I was wondering, if like tomorrow you would be up to me coming over—if you’re not that’s totally okay, but I have to go back home tomorrow evening since it’s a school day.”
“Well, uh, maybe but…” a pause. “Yes. I need to tell you something in person.”
“Okay,” she replied, pondering what it might be that I needed to tell her.
Then we said goodbye and hung up. At least today has so far been better than yesterday, I thought to myself. Upstairs I opened a couple of the boxes, but stopped after a minute. It felt wrong, going through Emma’s stuff. Get over it, she’s dead, it’s yours now, I told myself. I couldn’t go on living with these boxes shoved to one side of the room. I had to at least unpack; eventually I would get used to this life.
In three years, when I went to college and could get back my own.
 
oh. well say it's a saturday and she wakes up as Ally. she lives saturday. then at midnight she turnes into Emma and lives the same saturday. same thing with her other clone(she has one more). so really she lives the same day three times in the different clones.
get it??
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Yeah, got it now. That's a cool way of handling it! And I like your newest addition - Katilin sounds nice. *settles down to wait for more.*
 
Next day, I woke up in a very different situation. No hospital room, no family crowded around me. I was in fact in a messy room with jet-black painted walls. There was a hard rock band poster for every wall and the bed I was lying in had dirty laundry and garbage piled everywhere. My hand was in an empty bag of cheetos.
“Good grief…what kind of life does this girl lead?” there was a mirror in front of me, and when I stood up, I gasped at my reflection. I was fat! Well, I guess I could be classified as just chubby, but I felt fat. And my hair! Jet black, just like the room. And cut short, right up to my ears. I was wearing a skeleton shirt and purple mascara was streaked across my face. I felt sick.
The garbage can was overflowing and knocked over; I had to climb over a dresser with broken glass shattered across it to get to the door, which was locked from the inside. I unlocked it and stepped out.
Suddenly the floorboards gave way, and I fell screaming down into a thick pile of pillows.
“*&%$! It all, Janet! I’ve told you a bazillion times to avoid the molding boards in this house! Can you just listen to me for one @#$’n time!!?”
I started to cry. “I’m sorry!” I yelled, any ran out of the room. I fumbled around the house looking for a bathroom, watching my step carefully now to make sure I didn’t mess up again. My parents had sworn in my presence once before, when the doctor told them that I was going to die that day.
I finally found a bathroom and locked the door, and cleaned up for a couple minutes before coming out cautiously.
“You’re gonna be late for school! Hey, what happened to your face?”
“I took all the makeup off. Isn’t it Saturday?” the man smoked a cigarette for a moment, thinking, beer dripping from his beard.
“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He sat down on a couch that was missing two cushions and continued to watch TV. I shook my head in disgust and walked over to what I thought must be the front door. “Where do you think you’re going, missy? You’re grounded for the weekend, remember?” I sighed and went upstairs to my room, deciding to clean it. Eventually I would paint the walls an enlightening Caribbean blue, but for now all I could do was clean up the tornado that was sent there. I made a mental note to start taking walks after school every day instead of taking the bus, if it was close enough. And wash my face at morning and night, to get rid of the acne on my face. And soon I’d have to go shopping for some suitable clothes…
 
oooh writing a story about clones like that is very creative, I want to know where your imagination is going because when I read the prologue I was like ":eek: that's sooooo great!!!!!:eek:"

Great job, I hope you finish it ;)
 
HAH! :p love this newest situation. Will her being fat give her more sympathy for fat people, i wonder? You're certainly keeping us entertained :D
 
well she didn't exactly have a problem with fat people, but her different lives are meant to keep her on her toes and help her learn new things. here's more.

Two
It’s been three months.
Summer’s here and school’s out finally, so I have a lot more time for things. I’ve made notes in my closet to remember what to do next. Ally just got a new job and is going to a Christian youth group, and Emma told her friend about the whole clone thing…we’re still friends, but for a while she didn’t trust me.
Janet is saving money for wall paint, got a cat on her birthday, and stopped hanging out with the wrong crowd (she had a bunch of mean friends.) she’s also lost five pounds, has new cloths and an organized room. Everything is a lot better.
But I have to say…
Janet’s life is pretty tough. She’s made fun of at school, even now that I’ve cleaned her up some. She has no friends, a drunken father and a crumbling house. I guess she didn’t know what else to do, so she turned to junk food. She has braces and…I’m slightly embarrassed to discover and admit it…a large tattoo of a cracked heart over part of her back. It’s not my fault! I shouldn’t have to pay for it! But I’ve decided to get it lazared off. Just as soon as I have the guts.
Emma’s dog Sandy is getting old, developing health problems. She doesn’t answer to my voice, acts like I’m a ghost or something. Even strangers she pays some attention to, but it’s like she doesn’t even see me. It’s weird.
Ally’s life is pretty cool. Her sisters are really annoying and every member of her family is allergic to a different animal: dog, cat, horse, and birds. But she’s got a few nice school friends, and is practically semi-popular…
Plus there’s this guy I’m thinking likes me maybe. I’m not really sure, but it’s a definite possibility. His name is Shaun and he’s kinda cute, I suppose; I’ve flirted with him just once. But he’s started flirting with me once in a while. He.
Oh and P.S. he hangs out with me and my friends usually.
Right now I’m writing in my (Emma’s) diary on my bed, watching it rain. So many times I wonder who that man was that turned me into them. The day I died he came and explained to me about everything that was happening. His voice was cold, slightly deep, and very calm. Was he a real person? An illusion? Or maybe somebody with the superpower to stop time…I really don’t know. I pray about it. All three of me am saved now, by the way. One more thing:
Ally (who currently lives in Virginia) is moving—to Pennsylvania, where Emma lives. And Marty (Janet’s dad) keeps complaining about the house and saying they should move, and somewhere warm. She lives on the northern border of America near Canada. What if we become neighbors? It will be really hard to avoid each other. That death dude said that if there was any contact between my different lives then one of me would die. I can’t die, not again.
 
Lot of information. Cool. I like how you've followed-through their lives. BTW, didn't mean to give the impression that I thought Michelle had an issue with fat people - I just had this sudden thought, of what it would be like, and it was such an interesting idea that I wondered if Michele went through the same thing :) *shrug*

Boy, wouldn't it be weird if they all met at once? *waiting happily*
 
sorry i havn't posted in a while! here's a little more.:eek:

~Next Day, Ally~
I was dreaming about Janet. She was on top of a cliff, running away from Emma and Ally—they started shouting, “wake up! Wake up! It’s time to pack!” then I opened my eye, to see my younger sister twins dancing around my room, banging on a tambourine. “Get out!” I said angrily, and they fled with squeels still shouting at me to get up. I got out of bed to lock my door, and then sat on my bed. What a strange way to get up in the morning. I sighed, and made my bed. Then I packed, as were my odd commands. But I only filled one box, and then went downstairs to eat. I was surprised to find the cereal cubbord gone and the fridge empty and unplugged. My mom handed me a peanut-butter-and-jelly-sandwich. “Plans have changed, sweaty—we’re moving today.”
“What?” I was shocked. “But…it’s Monday! We weren’t going to move until Wednesday! I haven’t said goodbye to any of my friends, and I had big plans for the next two days! I…” my mom interrupted me with a strict tone. “Sorry, there’s nothing to be done. The choices are made so you better bring all your things downstairs soon. The moving van will be here by noon.” And she walked away briskly to put some teacups into a box. “Ugh!! NO!”I yelled, quietly enough so that my dad wouldn’t hear me. I went up the stairs and angrily packed as quickly as I could, hoping I could at least call my friends before leaving. This was terrible; impossible. How could this happen? I still had a ton to do.
Later
It took me three hours to pack about a fourth of my stuff. It must be about 12:15 now, I thought sorrowfully. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. “What do you want?” I grumbled at the door. “Your Mom got mixed up. First thing in the morning tomorrow—like, about eight o’ clock—we’re leaving.” A pause from my dad. “That’s all.” I heard him walk down the stairs, and I sighed. “thank you, God.”
 
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I'm reading this at midnight so to be brief, yay that you posted more, waah that you haven't been writing! Now that I'm back I hope you write some more :)
 
yay, you're back! here is more.

I decided to call my friend, Mellissa. I told her about the new plans, she was surprised too. “We’ve got to get together before you go! When could we meet up?” we discussed this for about fifteen minutes. Finally we decided--because it was the only possible way that would work—that she would gather as many of my friends as possible at eleven pm and we’d all meet up at Stewart’s. That was the plan. We’d have to sneak out of our houses somehow, but that just made it so much cooler. We could hang out for a couple hours, maybe get a snack or something! I smiled and called my other friends to let them know. I really hoped they would come.
Or at least Shaun.
By evening my furniture was all on our front lawn, and my bags were piled downstairs. My whole family slept in the empty living room in sleeping bags together, and there was an awkward silence all night. I realized it would be really hard for me to get to the Stewart’s at the right time, because I was the middle sleeping bag and it was too dark for me to see my watch clearly. I’d have to stay up until11:00pm and it was only nine-thirty. So I waited, and boy, was it boring. I got so tired; I almost fell asleep several times. Finally at ten-thirty I tiptoed out of the center and decided it would take a long time to walk to town anyways. “Oh Boy,” I whispered, hoping that I would be safe, a single girl walking alone at night. Hadn’t really thought of that.
Later, I walked slowly, yawning tiredly as I approached Stewart’s. They’d better be there, I thought, and looked at my clock. 10:51. Close enough.
I went inside, bought a small coffee, and sat down to sip slowly. I watched the clock closely, watching every second tick by—my clock counts seconds, too. I kept thinking, they’d better be here soon!
At eleven fifteen the door-bell ringed again, and I heard Mellissa’s voice. “Hi, Ally!” I stood up quickly. “You finally came,” I said happily. Tina and Shaun were with her. Finally, they were there; we talked and hung out for a couple of hours just like I’d hoped.
We ended up outside sitting on big rocks that were nearby. My friends decided it was getting late at 11:58 and that we would all say our goodbyes in a moment, and go home.
“I have to go to the bathroom first,” said Mellissa.
“And I’ve got to make sure you don’t buy any more of those cookies!” said Tina. Suddenly I was alone outside with Shaun. The moonlight shone on his face, and the breeze made parts of his hair swing this way and that. We were both looking at a big old clock that stood at the center of town; I smiled, sadly.
“I wish I didn’t have to go,” I said.
“I wish you didn’t have to go either,” he said. We looked at each other for a moment. “Before they come back,” he said, and slipped his hand into mine—which gave me a special tingly special feeling that I’d never felt before—“I’d like to say my goodbye.” And he leaned in. I close my eyes and did too, for just a moment, realizing “He’s going to kiss me!”
But then he didn’t. Nothing happened. I opened one eye. Emma’s room! I had just switched. I was lying in her bed, safe and sound; oh! Her clock was opposite to me and I saw that it was exactly midnight. “Darn it!” I squealed, and covered my head with the covers. I’d have to remember when I’m Janet, right before I turn back into Ally. Because to Shaun nothing would have happened and I would still kiss him. This would certainly be interesting. But Emma first, then Janet. Right now I would have to simply try to get some sleep. I threw a beanbag at the wall in excitement and rolled over with a grin, knowing it would be impossible to sleep with this on my mind.
 
Sorry I took so long to read/comment. Loved the ending! That was so tense. You have a way of suspending kisses that is absolutely infuriating! :D

we talked and hung out for a couple of hours just like I’d hoped. My friends decided it was getting late at 11:58 and that we would all say our goodbyes in a moment, and go home.
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If it was only 11:58, they couldn't have hung out for more than an hour.
 
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