"I just got hugged... by a tiger," I said slowly, wishing that Nita, the seventh-grade animal communicator, was here.
Apparently, I was the only sane one here. The boy I had just spoken to claimed to be hallucinating, and a woman in a flowing black dress was using the massive white tiger as a pillow.
Of course, it's possible that I was just as crazy as them. After all, I was the one claiming to be able to convert matter. I might as well conjure myself up something to eat. I held my hand out, a bowl of teryaki chicken and noodles appearing with a fork. The boy just rolled his eyes at this, probably still thinking he was delusional.
I felt that I should break this silence. "So... I'm Sarah Penn. As you can see, I have an ability. Oh, and you're not hallucinating; I'm as real as that cool pendant you're wearing."
He raised an eyebrow. "It's interesting how my hallucinations don't know about each other."
Don't waste your time with this guy, my author said. He's as hard-headed as you are.
"You know, it's not a good idea to apologize to someone with insults," I snapped back.
Hey, I know my characters. Anyway, do you remember that book series, Artemis Fowl?
"Sort of, but that was more Anna's thing. Why?"
This guy's story was based on that. He's like Artemis in a parallel universe. His name is Elric.
"How do you know so much about him?"
His author talked about him. I can't tell you how he did it, but he told the other authors about his character.
"Are you saying that there's some kind of author's clubhouse?"
Something like that. I'm really not supposed to talk about it.
"Well, you're not much help."
Would you just let me help you?
"Yeah, since you were so kind in dumping me here." I took a bite of my chicken and leaned on the counter.