Chapter 1: Ordinary Day...?

AN: I donut own this spongebob thiny. dis is just a fanfic OK!

It wuz jazz an ordnary day when I dove deep into the dark azure hue of hte ocean. I was tasked to gether some samples of some rare, newly-discovered specimen of coral reefs to send back to the lab for furhter examination. As you can see, I am a marine biologist.

But then...

what I thought was the tip of a huge coral reef... I discovered Atlantis. It was shiny anf oh so beautiful. It's huge.

So I wanted to dive deepter into the murky waters to get to see if I was right, if this IS indeed Atlantis./

And yes, it is. A huge neon sign lured me to the the deep which ewas ebony black background...

and it says "welcome to Atlantis."

I was right. I wonder what is in here...

Chapter 2: Ebony Darkness

From down the iridescent light of the 'coral reef' I discovered came the ebony darkness, anf from the darkness came a bright, flashing light from the neon sign that led me to the inner depths ot the 'coral reef'. This is a most fascinating discovery that I have looked at through my cerulean orbs surrounded with abundadnt lashes.

Inside was a huge sity just as I read in mystery books and surprisingly, there were people in it. I never knew that atlantis has albready been riscovered but maybe it's just that mo one would ver bother to go back to the land because of the filth there and perhaps because of the fact that atlantis is supposed to be a utopia.


Everyone was staring at me. They all stopped whatever they were doing.

"She's beautiful!" someone said.

"Ans she has all curves in right places," said anohter.,

Chapter 3: Foreigner in Atlantis

Even down here, I could have been called someone beautiful, just like back in the land where I came from. I have supposedly perfect, blonde hair with pink and green streaks that wave along with the waters down below.

"Not really," I replied. "I just came here by accident and am pretty much lost. Can someone give me some dirsctions?"

"Sure," a man with blonde hair, fair skin, and hughe, blue eyes said. He was wearing a white button-up sirt with a red tie, brown pants, and black shoes.

"This is Bikini Bottom, a city within this entire state known as atlantis, located underneath the Bermuda triangle. THat's why many ships and aircraft mysteriously disappear when passing there. THis is a place that must never be known to man because of their sins. And by the way, I'm Bob. And you are?"

"I'm C'ren Amethyst LeHeart-Bieber. Just call me C'ren. I'm not related to Justin Bieber-"

"Justin Bieber?" Bob replied eagerly, interrupting me. "How do you know about him? He's, like, the biggest star here in all Atlantis."

"Wait..." I said. "If you just said that land himans are not allowed here because of theis sins, then why the heck is Justin Bieber well-known here? He is, like, the biggest star in the land above where I come from."

"Wha... !:" he said loudly. "You are from the land above!"

Chapter 4: Sleepovers With Strangers

[AN: who the hell is Ebony and why the heck am I even like her? She's an emo fag. I hate emo's. I love rainbows and I hate rock songs. I simply hate that dark stuff. Goths, punks, and emo's creep me out. I'm blonde, I like pink, and I love Hilary Duff! She's one of the best singers ever! Justin Bieber is ah-dorable!]

"Yes, yes I am. I was tasked by them to go down to the ocean and collect coral reefs from here to bring back to the land. I just came by here accidentally."

The people stared at me again in deeper admiration and put out some papers and pens. They wanted an autograph from me.

"Thank you, thank you so much," I said as I signed their papers, handkerchiefs, and even shirts one by one.
As soon as that commotion was over, Bob took me to his home that was shaped like a pineapple.

"So about Justin Bieber, he is actually like me, also from the land above. What I don't know for sure is how he even got well-known doen here in the first place. May I know why?"

"Dude, we have computers and TV's down here. Unlike you landlubbers, we have access to both land and undersea channels and websites. My friend Pearl is like, so totally in love with him. And she even gave me these concert tickets. Do you want to go with me? I'll also take my friend Patrick along, but he happens to like those rock bands such as Stingray 5000 and Ned and the Needlefish... Oh, and yeah,. Bieber will perform alongside Boys Who Cry."

"Really? That's awesome. If you said that only the worthy are allowed here, then Justin Bieber IS worthy. And that's why I love him and worship him. I've always known that he was superhuman," I replied.

"I think I know this place..." I sad as soon as we got there and I looked around.

"Pardon?" Bob said. "I thought you only have been here now. What do you mean you already know this place? That's just deja vu you're feeling. Maybe you just need some sleep."

"Maybe," I replied.

"You sleep upstairs, while I stay down here in the sofa," Bob said. "Goodnight."

Chapter 5: The Past

As I went up to the bedroom, I drifted off to sleep right away. I don';t give a damn about the land above anymore. I want to stay here for the rest of my life. That's because, back in the land, I was maltreated and abused by my own family. I felt so alone back there.

My father had another woman besides his true wife and that other woman was my real mother. She died giving birth to me. So, my dad had no choice but to just take care of me. As I grew up, the one who I once thought was my mother, his wife, was a torment to my soul. She was the head of the household and also, she abused my true father who was my only comfort, but then he was too afraid to fight back now. He was too weak a man. Perhaps it's because she was mad at dad for cheating on her.

My half-brother who was much older became the new man in the household. He was also part of the process at which my false mother tormented me back then. Everyday, he, with his disgusting face and nastily fat body, tormented me through violating caress and through forcing me to listen to crappy bands such as Green Day and Avenged Sevenfold, both of which are shitty cacophonies that pierced my soul (SEE? I HATE ROCK! so how am I like Ebony?) and blasted through his mp3 player with its earphones forcibly plugged into my delicate ears. Just like knives and whatnot, I also saw his mp3 player as a tool of torment. 'Mother' always rewarded my half-brother for every time he would do such horrendous things.

"Anything to make C'ren-whateverhernameis miserable," I heard those nasty words resound in my head as the nightmares of my past began to haunt me once again in my sleep.

Soon enough, in front of my very seven-year-old face, she stabbed my father to the very death. I only knew about the other woman as my father told me his last words, "Be strong, C'ren, just live your life. She is not your mother."

From that day forth, I have had enough. I ran away from home to get away from 'her' and my goddamn half brother and his shitty 'music' if that is what those pieces of dissonant, trashy noises actually are called.

Out in the streets where I first fled to, it was snowing. It was cold, and I didn't even have a sweater to keep myself warm. All I had on that day was a tattered, faded black shirt I loathed and just old underwear down below. I was not wearing any pants at all.

Through what seemed like a hundred years or so to me, all I did was to live like a hobo, scavenging food from the trash bins and dumpsters, or perhaps beg from some random people to get even just a cent or two for a day's hard work.

It was only until I got adopted by a rich couple that couldn't seem to have kids, around that time when I was about fourteen years of age. That was the time when I decided to make up for the things that I have lost and the things I should have already known since I was a kid, such as reading, writing, and computing. That was also when I discovered that real music is the euphony from the voice of an angel known as Justin Bieber, who coincidentally, my adoptive family shares last names with, although they;re not related to him.

Through four years of luxury, I learned not only to read and write but also various advanced skills such as martial arts, swimming, painting, architecture, trigonometry, biology, fashion design, cooking, mechanics, chemistry, agriculture, guitar playing, singing, drum playing, and computer programming.

It was at seventeen when I started my career as a marine biologist, just after I won the gold medal in the Olympics for swimming.

Sure, I may have achieved all those things, but I still felt discontented. My life was still like an empty vessel. I don;t know what the hell was missing in me. Numerous men of all ages may worship the ground I walk upon and many would like to know me, but there is really something that's still wrong with my life.

Perhaps I will discover what it is under the sea, far away from everyone I have once known back in the land above. It's a good thing, though, that after all those times I practiced swimming, I have already mastered it. I am a champ at breath-holding, so I do not need air helmets at all to survive here, just like how the Atlantian man can, but it's just that Atlantian people seem to have noses that are designed for underwater breathing, just like gills.

[AN: Ok, I used spellcheck. Hopefully my spelling is better by now. P.S. GREENDAY and A7x suck ass!]