Disclaimer: Please. Do I look like I have that kind of money? Oh, wait, you can't see me. In that case! Yes, I own everything, and I'm an evil dictator who is going to take over the world. In other words, no, I don't own anything.
Authors Note: I'm sorry this has taken a while for me to post it, but I've been very busy lately, what with evil school and such, so don't expect updates to be very regular. I shall do my best, but don't get your hopes up. And thanks to all my reviewers! Now, on to the story.
Also, the Carmen equivalent in real life wants me to say that she is not really like this. I just added some traits to her character for this story, but (like I said) she isn't really like this. Although now that I've written this story and I'm singing she says "Don't make me go all Carmen on you."
Bloody girl. What did I ever do to her? My singing isn't that bad (I think.) The story starts up again and in comes Governor Swann.
"I have a present for you Katherine."
Oh God, Katherine? At least it's better than Anne. It's better than it could be.
The story seems to rewind, and in comes Governor Swann (again.)
"I have a present for you Anne."
Can you hear everything I think?
"Yes," I hear in my head.
When can you not hear everything that I think?
"When I'm not working on the story. But when I'm not writing, you can't do anything, so that doesn't really count, does it?"
Guess not, I think, thinking hard. I'm not sure if that sentence makes sense, but it's what I'm doing. Must you bring my mom into the story?
You know, Becky. Anne. My mom's name is Rebecca Anne Green. I suppose next you'll have someone with the last name of Green?
"Well, we want to keep you poor little homesickness to a minimum, or else you won't be able to fully enjoy what's planned for you. You can go back to Katherine."
Gee. Thanks. I don't know what to say.
"You're welcome. Ta."
Carmen smiles. She has just decided on the main plot for the story.
First, Alexis (now Katherine) is going to have the last medallion. Then, she is going to meet Jack, and they'll fall in love, and she will save them from Barbossa, though whether Barbossa is going to have returned or hasn't died yet Carmen is not to sure about.
Perfect. A Mary Sue. In other words, torture. In other other words, something even more sweet: revenge.
Well. Carmen has some very interesting ideas, that's for sure. But why would she do this to me? It was only Liz Phair, after all. What's so bad about that?
I mean, I did listen to her CD like 4 times in a row, and my singing's not great, but still…a Mary Sue?
With Jack as the love interest? Pardon me, but that's not right. Don't get me wrong, he's cool and all, and he's one of my favorite characters, but he's more than half my age, and I don't like him like that. Do I?
Oh no, that's Carmen talking. She's trying to make me like him, or think I do. Really, I don't. Honest.
No, I like him. It's not just the Carmen talking.
I DO NOT, and IT IS TOO!
Yes I do. Who am I kidding?
I think he's a cool character, that's all.
I like him.
"Katherine?" I hear. "Are you all right?"
No! I want to say, but I don't. Now would be a good time to see how much free will I have. Knowing Carmen, not a lot. I close my mouth, thinking "she can make me say things she wants me to, but maybe she can't make me talk."
Carmen frowns. This is not part of the plan. It's true, she can make Alexis say things, but not if her mouth isn't open to talk in the first place.
But maybe there's something she can do. Yes, maybe there is… Carmen's frown slowly lifts, until it becomes a smile.
I wait. Apparently she can't make me talk without me actually starting to talk by myself. That's interesting. That's very interesting.
Governor Swann starts talking again. "Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?"
Um. Okay. I think I know where Carmen's idea is going. I still keep my mouth shut, ignoring the voice that tells me to talk.
"Actually, I was hoping you would wear it to the ceremony today."
Ceremony? What ceremony? Oh, I remember. Commodore Norrington's promotion. Where's Elizabeth? She hasn't shown up yet, and I've been taking all her lines so far. I don't necessarily miss her, mind you, but that leaves only three options.
Either Carmen decided to be nice (which I don't think she did,) she's playing with my mind, or…
…I am Elizabeth. I look down. I don't think that's what happened though, but I'm not sure. Carmen said I was Elizabeth's twin sister, but she could be lying.
It's not easy being in a story when you're controlled by your best friend. You try sometime; maybe you'll agree with me.
Personally, I never ant to try it again. Or, well, I never want to try it again once I'm out of this story. If I do get out of the story.
But that's a little off the subject. Sorry, I got side-tracked. Next thing you know, I'll be talking to my self in my head. Oh wait, I already do.
So. Where was I? Oh yes. I look down. Carmen blurs my vision, you know how in the Sims when they go into the bath/shower and get undressed they get all blurry?
Well, that's how it looks to me. So I still don't know whether I am Elizabeth or Carmen just wants to torture me. I guess I'll find out soon enough, but I sure hope she just wants to torture me.
That, I could live with. For me to actually BE Elizabeth…well, let's just say I would through a minor hissy fit.
I realize something, something I should have realized when I started worrying about whether I am Elizabeth or not.
I can't be her, because Governor Swann says "Good morning Katherine." Therefore, I am not Elizabeth.
I hear something that sounds suspiciously like a sigh, and the blurred vision goes away.
I really am surprised that I didn't think of it earlier—me not being able to be Elizabeth, I mean. I have a feeling it's partly Carmen's fault, and partly because I'm not thinking properly.
Of course, one could argue that I never think properly. Sometimes I don't, but especially not in the position I'm in. Who would? Would you be able to think rationally if you were trapped in a story by your best friend? I think not.