YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SYSHE HAS RETURNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! After
about two months. But in junior high, they give you so much bleedin'
homework, like you're gonna wither away and die if you have nothing better
to do than write a few essays for English or read a couple hundred pages
for science each night. But I DO. That's why I'm writing THIS. DUH.
Anyways...
This story that you are about to read is my first attempt at one of those "zapped into Tortall" stories. But instead of going to the palace, by char ends up in-oops. Can't tell. That'd give away half the story. But please be honest with it, if it's good or bad or I gotta explain something better...It's kinda confusing in the beginning, but a bunch of stuff is explained in the middle. The first paragraph is just kinda like what you'd find on the back of a book; I just wanted to include it; it has nothing to do with anything because it is restated later on.
Okay. Well, I've carried on long enough now. I'll just get on the story.
Disclaim: Everything you recognize is owned by Tamora Pierce. Everything you don't is owned by someone else. Me.
I was hanging up some shirts in my new closet, which is basically a lie, because I was shoving them in, not hanging them, and the closet was so overstuffed it could've just been a box with a doors. But I was putting away some shirts, and suddenly, something hard fell from the top shelf and hit me in the head. I swore, then reached down and picked up whatever it was that had hit me. Rubbing my sore nose, I saw that it was a book, thick and bound with leather, with the title stamped on the front: "Alanna, the First Adventure"...
***
When I found out about Sheboygan, I was happy. Well, as happy as a person can be, when their two choices, cleanly laid out by the juvenile court, of course, are probation and Sheboygan, or badly styled uniforms and reform school. So I was happy. Lucky, really. I had relatives in Sheboygan: my mom's sister, Lori, and her husband, Dave. I was going to stay with them in their apartment, go to the local junior high, and try not to get into any trouble.
I could tell you about the car ride over here, which was three and a half hours long, but it would be extremely boring and mundane, seeing that the only exciting thing that happened was when I started making faces in the rear view mirror and Callahann, the probation officer who drove me, snapped at me and threatened to put me in handcuffs if I didn't stop. Yay. Trust me, driving non-stop to Sheboygan from Chicago is not fun. Especially when your only company is a middle-aged man who has nothing better to do than drone on about the terms of probation list and smoke cigarettes. Honestly, I'm probably going to die of respiratory problems, or at least be poisoned by second-hand smoke, not that anybody would care. But ANYWAYS...
We FINALLY got to Lori and Dave's apartment (Lorianne B. Kendson and David. R. Kendson according to the paper Callahann gave me), and all the necessary introductions and things were made. After all, I had only met my only living aunt and uncle twice, once at a family reunion when I was a baby (I don't remember that) and once when Lori came to see mom in the hospital in Chicago.
Lori showed me to the guest bedroom ("YOUR new room, Randi...") and apologized that the curtains were not washed (like I would notice) and the closet was so full (I hardly have enough clothes to GO in a closet), but they had only got word of me coming a week ago, so they didn't have much time to prepare, with "their busy schedules". I said it was fine, then she left me in there alone to unpack and went to go help Dave with dinner.
The first thing I did was open the window, which was tightly locked, on purpose I assumed. The air in there seemed stale, like in a doctor's office. I needed to breathe. Then I threw my school backpack in a corner, knowing that I wouldn't need it for at least a couple days. (I was pleased by that thought.) Then I started to unpack my clothes.
I was hanging up some shirts in my new closet, which is basically a lie, because I was shoving them in, not hanging them, and the closet was so overstuffed it could've just been a box with a doors. But I was putting away some shirts, and suddenly, something hard fell from the top shelf and hit me in the head. I swore, then reached down and picked up whatever it was that had hit me. Rubbing my sore nose, I saw that it was a book, thick and bound with leather, with the title stamped on the front: "Alanna, the First Adventure." It looked new. The leather was recently polished, and the pages that I flipped through her crisp. I looked for a name on the cover and the title page, but there was none. The book simply began on page two. Expecting something quite different, I found that the text was tiny and neat, with pictures of castles, knights, and deserts scattered throughout the chapters.
Abandoning my unpacking, I flopped down on the bed and began to read...
So, how'd ya like it? Do tell. As in reviewing. I'm not gonna update til I've got AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS. GOT IT??????????????????????????????
This story that you are about to read is my first attempt at one of those "zapped into Tortall" stories. But instead of going to the palace, by char ends up in-oops. Can't tell. That'd give away half the story. But please be honest with it, if it's good or bad or I gotta explain something better...It's kinda confusing in the beginning, but a bunch of stuff is explained in the middle. The first paragraph is just kinda like what you'd find on the back of a book; I just wanted to include it; it has nothing to do with anything because it is restated later on.
Okay. Well, I've carried on long enough now. I'll just get on the story.
Disclaim: Everything you recognize is owned by Tamora Pierce. Everything you don't is owned by someone else. Me.
I was hanging up some shirts in my new closet, which is basically a lie, because I was shoving them in, not hanging them, and the closet was so overstuffed it could've just been a box with a doors. But I was putting away some shirts, and suddenly, something hard fell from the top shelf and hit me in the head. I swore, then reached down and picked up whatever it was that had hit me. Rubbing my sore nose, I saw that it was a book, thick and bound with leather, with the title stamped on the front: "Alanna, the First Adventure"...
***
When I found out about Sheboygan, I was happy. Well, as happy as a person can be, when their two choices, cleanly laid out by the juvenile court, of course, are probation and Sheboygan, or badly styled uniforms and reform school. So I was happy. Lucky, really. I had relatives in Sheboygan: my mom's sister, Lori, and her husband, Dave. I was going to stay with them in their apartment, go to the local junior high, and try not to get into any trouble.
I could tell you about the car ride over here, which was three and a half hours long, but it would be extremely boring and mundane, seeing that the only exciting thing that happened was when I started making faces in the rear view mirror and Callahann, the probation officer who drove me, snapped at me and threatened to put me in handcuffs if I didn't stop. Yay. Trust me, driving non-stop to Sheboygan from Chicago is not fun. Especially when your only company is a middle-aged man who has nothing better to do than drone on about the terms of probation list and smoke cigarettes. Honestly, I'm probably going to die of respiratory problems, or at least be poisoned by second-hand smoke, not that anybody would care. But ANYWAYS...
We FINALLY got to Lori and Dave's apartment (Lorianne B. Kendson and David. R. Kendson according to the paper Callahann gave me), and all the necessary introductions and things were made. After all, I had only met my only living aunt and uncle twice, once at a family reunion when I was a baby (I don't remember that) and once when Lori came to see mom in the hospital in Chicago.
Lori showed me to the guest bedroom ("YOUR new room, Randi...") and apologized that the curtains were not washed (like I would notice) and the closet was so full (I hardly have enough clothes to GO in a closet), but they had only got word of me coming a week ago, so they didn't have much time to prepare, with "their busy schedules". I said it was fine, then she left me in there alone to unpack and went to go help Dave with dinner.
The first thing I did was open the window, which was tightly locked, on purpose I assumed. The air in there seemed stale, like in a doctor's office. I needed to breathe. Then I threw my school backpack in a corner, knowing that I wouldn't need it for at least a couple days. (I was pleased by that thought.) Then I started to unpack my clothes.
I was hanging up some shirts in my new closet, which is basically a lie, because I was shoving them in, not hanging them, and the closet was so overstuffed it could've just been a box with a doors. But I was putting away some shirts, and suddenly, something hard fell from the top shelf and hit me in the head. I swore, then reached down and picked up whatever it was that had hit me. Rubbing my sore nose, I saw that it was a book, thick and bound with leather, with the title stamped on the front: "Alanna, the First Adventure." It looked new. The leather was recently polished, and the pages that I flipped through her crisp. I looked for a name on the cover and the title page, but there was none. The book simply began on page two. Expecting something quite different, I found that the text was tiny and neat, with pictures of castles, knights, and deserts scattered throughout the chapters.
Abandoning my unpacking, I flopped down on the bed and began to read...
So, how'd ya like it? Do tell. As in reviewing. I'm not gonna update til I've got AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS. GOT IT??????????????????????????????