"Oh God, I gotta go."

I was busy packing up my skateboard(gear and all) for the overnight school trip to New York City. My name is Paula Brown. I'm

13 and 2 months old, and I'm in 7th grade. Why our class is going to New York? Who freaking knows. I have shoulder-length

black hair, and I'm 5'7. "My God, I shoulda packed my stuff earlier." I groaned. What can you expect? You've got a middle-

schooler in front of you. It's no wonder I didn't pack my entertainment and miscellaneous stuff. "Oh God, my glasses. Where

the hell are my glasses?" I groaned, fumbling through my completely disorganized room.

Slinging my bag as I went to pick up my hairbrush, I saw a strange blue glow coming out of it. When I put my finger close to the

hairbrush, I felt a strange, tingling sensation. Y'know, like the feeling you have when you've got lots of adrenaline pumping

through you? "Hmph, that's weird," I said, as I touched it. The second my fingers touched that brush, I felt a sudden jerk

through my navel. "HOLY-!" Before I know it, I was sucked into a vortex, heading to a strange, yet very familiar land.

"Oh please, you're just like that slimy git, that Charming."

I rolled my eyes. My brothers were wrestling in the mud. I'm Kara. I'm 13 years and 1 day old. I have 2 brothers, Seamus and Kane, and we're triplets. I've got blond hair, a British accent(Seamus has got a Scottish one), and...green skin.