A 'I Am Number Four Series' FAN FICTION
Lazuli Tomlinson is just like any other bibliophile teenager. The only difference is she's able to get in and get out of the book. A bluish colored vortex just devoured her, the only portal between two worlds;...
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It's already evening and I am still stuck in Nine's glamorous and enormous penthouse. In other words, I'm still inside the book.
We are currently at Sandor's Workshop. It looks like a control room. Big television screens, desktops and other technological devices are all over the place. I can't deny that it made my mouth open for a few moments. I can't stop from admiring it. It's my first time seeing and getting inside a real control room! So you can't really blame me.
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However, we are watching some lame, boring news. The last one who went to join the party are John and Sarah.
"Should we really let her be here?" Six asks, arching her right eyebrow.
"Yeah, we should kick this outsider out. We don't know that she is really a Mog in disguise or a human working for the Mogs," Nine indelicately added.
"Really? You two are still not over it? I toldya. I am not a Mog!" I defended, giving too much emphasis on the last sentence and I was already half shouting. I am also starting to get annoyed. Why can't they get it that I am not really a Mog?
"Then what do you mean when you said that you are not really from here?" Four butted in.
"I was just reading this book. Then suddenly, I was sucked up by a blue whirlpool and tada! I'm here," I summarized quickly. "Wait, who wants me to come here?" I promptly asked.
