Hi, This is my first fanfic. I hope you enjoy this story. Please R&R and I appreciate critical advice. Sorry I am rubbish at speeches:( (Gulps)

Chapter one. The trip.

I smoothed out the creases in my brown jacket.

I trudged down the pavement to the traffic lights. My little sister, Darcy, was pulling on my hand.

"Darcy!" I snapped, tugging my hand away. "Will you stop it!"

I felt out of place here in Montana, with everyone looking at me. I could image their thoughts.

"Who's that stuck up girl with the English accent?"

I pulled my hood up and applied more red lipstick to my overly made up face.

My family had moved from England to America two weeks ago. I despised them for doing so. My whole life was in England! My best friends, Lucy and Jenny. My school. My home...My home. My fifteen years of life had been lived at our country house, Brielstone Hall. But now...

I shivered as the rain that was heavily falling splashed onto my shoulders.

Darcy hadn't been so upset about the move. Then she was eight and had a job making friends at the best of times.

I hated our new house. It was big and cold and creepy. Full of cobwebs and spiders. I shuddered, I detested spiders. With their spindly legs and quick movement.

"Mummy!" whined Darcy. "Can I have some ice cream?"

My mother sighed. "No dear, it's pouring with rain".

"That's OK, I like wet ice cream!"

"Darcy! You heard your mother, NO!" said my father, in a no-nonsense way.

Darcy glowered. She could really be a little brat if she didn't get her own way.

"Please try and make this an enjoyable trip, Darcy". My mother said, shaking the water off her black and green umbrella.

"Tess isn't winging". Pointed out my father, looking at me. "Surprisingly".

I ignored him and carried on, my head held down.

I pushed my short blonde hair out of my face. I didn't look like anyone in my family. They all had red hair and blue eyes. I had blonde hair in a bob cut and dark, olive green eyes. Mum said I took after my great aunt Molly or something.

Darcy had her waist length red hair in a plait today. She was messing around with the bobble in it.

We were headed to the local museum to see some rare coins which had been recently unearthed. I could barely contain my excitement...you know...I mean we had to wait in a three hour queue to see some coins. We had coins at home, why couldn't we just stare inanely at those?

We arrived at the traffic lights. Mum was holding Darcy's hand. The man was on red at this particular moment.

We waited. It didn't change. We waited some more. Then some more. Then some more.

"This seems rather hopeless!" announced my farther. "The lights appear to be broken".

I felt like saying."Oh well done dad! Ten out of ten for intelligence!" I didn't. I hoped the broken lights would deter my parents from the stupid museum. No such luck.

There were no cars on the road at this point, so we made a dash for it.

"Awww!" wailed Darcy, as we stepped onto the pavement the other side of the road. "Couldn't you have got hit, Tess? Then we'd have to go to hospital instead of the boring museum!"

I scowled at her. "If you'd have got hit, everyone in the car would have been crushed when it hit your head!" I snapped. Pleased with the comment.

Darcy stamped a red shoe in temper. She wrenched the zip on her pink fleece up all the way over her chin.

My mum glared at us. "What did I say girls?"

I mumbled something and carried on in front.

After about ten minutes, we walked up the huge stone steps of the museum. To both sides, there were statues of unicorns rearing.

A queue of about twenty people were stood inside. I lowered my hood and peered to the side. I could see an elderly man, holding a small velvet cushion with several gold things on. He was showing it to a large woman with a pink wig and a chubby Pekinese dog under on arm.

I groaned.

We waited and waited and waited and finally got, at long last, to see the fabulous coins.

Five grubby bits of gold. My parents cooed and gushed over them. I stared at my red and white trainers. Darcy kept trying to touch the coins until the rather grumpy man holding them told us to move on so the next family could look.

"Tess", said my mum. "We're going to look around a bit. You and Darcy have a wander and meet us back here in one hour".

"Don't make me take Bratface!" I cried. "Please mum! I'll do double homework tonight! I'll do..."

"Don't be so silly Tess!" snapped my mother. "Take Darcy, she'll behave herself. Won't you Darce?"

Darcy smiled sickly. "Yes mummy!"

I stuck two fingers down my throat and pretended to puke.

My parents handed us each ten dollars, then went off. Abandoning me with...it.

"I want to look at the monkeys!" howled the brat, dragging me into the natural history section.

We looked at the stuffed monkeys, then at some zebras. Then lions, then giraffes, then some antelope.

"Buy me an animal lollipop Tess!" screeched Darcy, pointing to a line of brightly coloured lollipops along the leaflet desk. Each with a picture of an animal on.

"Why don't you buy it yourself!" I snapped. She had the same money as me, for goodness sake.

"Coz!" Darcy screwed up her freckled face. "I'll scream!"

I clenched my teeth and bought her a yellow lollipop. I turned around.

"Here you are, you little..." I froze. Darcy had disappeared.

"Great! That little rat!" I ran back to the monkeys. She wasn't there. I looked everywhere for her.

Then I saw a pink fleece top shoot round a corner. I sprinted after it.

"Oh!" I gasped as I rounded the corner. In front of me, was a bright green light.

I figured it must be a faulty lamp or something. I growled to myself as I saw the brat dart out from a pile of boxes on account of seeing me, and dash into the green light.

I followed, not wanting a screaming row with my parents for losing Darcy.

As I entered the light, there was a blast of freezing coldness, then there was nothing under me but air. I screamed and fell.

"Owwww!" I yelled, as I crashed to the ground. Then I blinked in amazement. I was lying in deep white snow.

I scrambled up, wiping the white powder off my jeans.

"Where on earth am I?" I said out loud.

"Darcy?" I yelled. "Darcy! Is this some kind of trick? Because it isn't funny!"

I turned in a full circle, trying hard not to panic. "it's OK, it has to be some sort of realistic exhibit". I told myself. "Yeah. That's what it is...Darcy probably knew and just dragged me into it somehow. I bet..."

I was cut off by a blood curdling growl from behind me.

I gulped and slowly turned around...

Well, how'd I do?Feel free to jab;) Buttercupfox.