#i tagged my ships since she is my mario self insert

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The Tales of  a Teenage Time Traveler: Chapter One

Im going to attempt to write out the story that me and my best friend verbally wrote, but its very long and will take me a while. im going to upload one chapter at a time, as i write them. the tag will be #ttt or #mcefi so you can find the chapters on my blog. please keep in mind that ive been writing this and adding on to it since i was 11 and its basically a huge crossover self insert fanfiction. but here we go! (Construcvive critiscm is appreciated!)

My name is Mcefi. I come from earth, but I don’t live there anymore. I travel the stars, discovering new planets, and helping those in need. I don’t travel alone; I have my best friend, Hannah Solo, my adopted daughter, Ingleopold, and my cat, George, among others. But you are probably wondering, how did I first become a space traveler? Its not like earth has a very good exchange program or anything. Sit down, pour yourself a nice cup of tea, and I’ll tell you my story.

Chapter one

It was a sunny august afternoon. Hannah and I were sitting on the couch, playing Mario kart together for what I thought would be the last time before school started. I was 11, and starting seventh grade soon. Hannah was also 11, but a few months younger then me. She was going into the sixth grade.

“Haha! Gotcha!” I yelled, as I hit Hannah's kart with a red shell. She frowned. “First of all, how dare you, and second,” she paused for a moment, waiting for her mystery block to choose an item, “SUCKER!” she fired a blue shell and it began its path towards me.

“No!” I yelled, desperately trying to pass the finish line before it caught up with me. But the baby carriage isn’t exactly known for its speed, and the malicious shell soon caught up to me. It honed in on its target, exploding in a fireball. Baby Mario threw a tiny fit as his kart was flipped upside down. I watched in horror as Hannah, playing as Bowser, zoomed past me and across the finish line of the Maple Treeway. Hannah lept up and began dancing her victory dance.

“C'mon, that wasn’t fair!” I protested. Hannah stuck her tongue out at me. I glared at her and grabbed her wiimote.

“My turn to choose the racecourse,” I said. The pointer hovered over Wario's Gold Mine, my favorite course. But just as I was about to press the A button to choose the course, Hannah turned off the Wii.

“Hey, what was that for?” I asked, standing up off the worn couch.

Hannah looked nervous, an emotion she didn’t often wear.

“There's uh, something I should probably tell you. Or, well, I suppose its better if I just show you,” she said, staring blankly at the ground. I turned my head on its side in confusion. “What is it?” I asked. Hannah grabbed my arm and opened the back door. “Outside,” she said. I followed her into the backyard, over behind the old RV we played in occasionally.

“What is it, Hannah?” I repeated, getting nervous. Hannah grabbed my hands, holding them hard.

“I am not…. Who you think I am,” she began, her voice barely more then a whisper. I raised an eyebrow.

“C'mon, Hannah, there’s no time for goofing off, I have to go home soon! Let's go play more Mario Kart!” I said, a hint of nervous laughter in my voice. Hannah sighed.

“This is why I figured I should just show you,” she muttered to herself. Then she caught my gaze again. “I am not human, and I am not from this planet. I am from somewhere very, very far away. I know this sounds stupid and like I’m making it up, but I'm not,” she said, her voice strained. Her eyes were big and truthful; I had only seen her like this a handful of times before.

“What are you talking about?” I asked. Hannah let go of one of my hands to pull something out of her pocket. It was a small key on a bright green ring.

“I am a traveler. I fly through the stars searching for adventure. But eleven years ago, I crash landed here. My ship was badly damaged, and its taken me this long to repair it. I had to disguise myself as one of the humans in order to gather the needed supplies. A human child; that way I would be able to get housing without needing to worry about id and all that stuff,” she explained.

“But- I've known you my whole life! Since you were a baby! And your mom- is she an alien too?” I asked, bewildered.

“No, she is human, but she isn’t my mom. Not really. You know the story about how I was a twin in her womb, but the other baby died, right? Well, I wasn’t a twin. The human I call my mother was only bearing one child. She had a miscarriage five months in. I convinced her that I was her child and the other baby was my unborn twin. Humans are very impressionable, and when they are grieving they will believe anything to get their loved one back.”

“Does she know?” I asked.

“No. and she must never know.” Hannah led me to a mailbox, one of the big multi-house ones with all the slots on the one side. She stuck her key into a slot on the back of the mailbox. A door opened.

“In here,” she instructed, ducking her head as she stepped into the mailbox. I followed her in, completely unprepared for what I saw next.