Disclaimer: I don't own Ice Age. Sadly. But I do own Charlie/Taz the possum. :D

Inside a Red Notebook

If it wasn't for me and my crazy imagination, I probably wouldn't be here. I mean, I'm a human half of the time. Honest, I am! Unless I'm a possum that dreams about being a human... eh, it wouldn't make sense if I'd lived nearly all my life in a dream.

I'll tell you how it began.

It was an extremely icy (how appropriate!) grey Friday morning. Our teacher, Miss Haskin, was delayed because of the bad weather, so we were stuck in the Dance studio watching some DVD about streetdancing and nattering about the stuff girls often natter about. The topic today, however, was films.

A while before this, I had seen Ice Age 4, being a loyal fan of the series, and loved it. This lesson I whispered and laughed with my best friend Becca over Sid's Lotus berry antics, Peaches' obsession over Ethan and the cuteness factor of Louis. ESPECIALLY the latter. Just the way his dark faithful eyes would grow large and soft during certain emotions was enough to make me want to cuddle up to the adorable little molehog.

Becca nudged me. "I think you've got a crush on a fictional character, Charlie," she smirked with Kayla, who was on my opposite side. I didn't protest, after all, denial is the clincher, right?

"But he's so darn sweet!" I exclaimed, which only made the three of us giggle harder than ever.

I tried to concentrate on the lessons that day; but my head seemed to drift off into the world of the Ice Age. I was leaping through the forests with Shira, slipping down the frozen Falls with Peaches, sitting in the depths of Precious's stomach. I even stared out the window lost in blissful fantasy during my History class, which could have gotten me in severe trouble.

"Are you all right, Charlotte?" Mr. MacDouglas asked, narrowing his eyebrows at my hazy expression. I hastily rearranged my features into an innocent teacher's-pet-type smile.

"Yes sir, of course," I replied politely. He had used my 'oh so snobby' full name, which usually irritated me big time, but I kept my lips sealed and tried not to let it gnaw at my conscience.

The end of the day followed close after History, and on the way home even my mum was concerned.

"Are you OK, Charlie?" she asked, pulling into the driveway outside our home. I nodded,

"Yeah, I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason," she shrugged, "you were just a little quiet when we were driving back here."

"Nah, I'm fine, I just need a rest."

Once inside, I charged upstairs, took a sharp right and collapsed into the black leather swivel chair by my desk. Pulling out a deep blue laptop and tapping, "Ice Age Wikia" into the searchbar, I browsed through the different characters' profiles, raising my eyebrows at pieces of information I had never heard before. Like, the three cave paintings in the first "Ice Age" I assumed to be a young Manny and his parents, but I guess I was wrong.

Suddenly, an odd feeling awakened in my stomach, as if my inners were being pulled out. I knew that feeling from the time I got food poisoning... and believe me, I did NOT need to have icky stuff on my carpet yet again. I speedwalked to the bathroom and held my head over the sink, which began to look blurry... I was out cold before I knew it.

I came around what felt like hours later, groaning.

"Ow... what just happened... agh!". I had tried staggering to my feet, only to have my head collide with a log.

Wait... a log? Wasn't I in my parent's en suite when I passed out? My head throbbed as I parted my hair to take a good look at the large swelling on the back of my head. I turned to see my reflection in a sheet of ice, and let out a yell.

Instead of seeing my normal, quite skinny, mousey haired blue eyed self, the icy mirror depicted a small slender possum, with soft fur, and a dark fringe that fell over one eye. Backing away from my new appearance, my back met what felt like a large fuzzy tree trunk, and I realised I wasn't alone.

So... waddaya think? Sorry if the first chapter's a bit short, I'm pretty new to writing fanfics like this. Please review, favourite or whatever! In any case, hope it was the bee's knees.

P.S. There is a REASON it's called 'Inside a Red Notebook'. Brownie points to those who can guess why. :P