A/N -Just a small idea that's been on my mind for some time now…And it's not [Alice] writing. New person. Actually, I'm not sure if she remembers this account… Meh. So… Might be a new style (not that I've ever seen a difference…) I've got the idea by reading a similarly plotted idea (Lost in Reality) by Frogata. I have no intention of copying it, though I suppose this chapter is kinds-not-really similar… sorry.

My name is Isabel. Not Isabella, Not Ib, the 'nickname' Mariette gave me, after playing this game of the same title. Though, admittedly, it was quite an interesting game. Now, waking up on my 13th birthday, I wasn't too happy. Yesterday we ran out of ice cream, and it doesn't feel right. Just like Rangers must have coffee, I must have ice cream. Rangers, as in Rangers Apprentice, the book Mariette got me last birthday. The book was surprisingly interesting; though I suppose I was a bit reluctant to read it at first, given the rather strange title for book one.

Walking down the stairs, after changing into the prepared T-shirt with "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" written on it, I went to the kitchen. A mixture of smells hit me- bacon, eggs, toasted bread, and butter. Yum. Hopefully, mom should buy some ice cream later on in the day… -sigh- We could only hope…

Now with a newly full stomach, I went upstairs, back to my room. If I'm going to attend my own party, I better finish all my school work first. Since I finished all my writing yesterday, I suppose I need to do math now… Darn. I personally hate… no, detest math. But at least I'm not horrible at it… but at least I'll be finishing my summer homework relatively soon. Which is rather preferred, if you want to do something other than homework for the entire break.

Looking around, I noted that my brother neglected to unstring my bow (Christmas) after trying to shoot at the makeshift target thing in the yard. Sadly, both of ours accuracy is sadly lacking. At least I could hit the target…Walking over, somewhat absentmindedly, I unstrung the bow and leaned it against the wall, wrapping the string around so I know where it is. Then I turned back to my home work sitting on the desk.

…

Let's skip this rather uneventful period of a few (2) hours, should we?

3x-8=y… and 4y+2x=13… -scribble scribble…-

"FINISHED!" I semi-yelled as I finished the last question. I stood up, walked over to the bed, and flopped right down. I might as well think I deserved it, too. Through the hours of work and mini procrastination, I managed to finish it all, much to my own surprise. And of course, at that exact moment, my mom just had to call me downstairs. Damn… Why can't I just have a rest?

"Isabel! Mariette's here!" I sure perked up a bit at this. On contrary to popular beliefs, she actually takes school quite seriously, probably how we became friends in the first place. She should have brought her homework, I want to see if I got this question right (question 45).

Also on contrary to popular beliefs, I could still stay quiet-ish even in a hurry. Got the skills when I used to steal mid-night snacks. Admittedly, I still sometimes do. Just don't tell my mom that, please.

So walking down the stairs, I looked around. I didn't see her, so she's probably still by the door. And of course, she wasn't.

"BOO! –giggle- You look so funny when you jump!" I could tell that wasn't a complement. So I deadpanned at her. As usual. Great. "So… You're early." I have been told many times that starting a conversation is a polite thing to do. Sadly, I was never good at it.

"Yup! Of course I am! Hey, did you finish your homework?" At least she caught on. "Yeah, I did. Did you bring yours?" And she did. Good.

So, trudging up the stairs (again) we went to my room. I opened my drawer and pulled out my homework. It was messy. At least only the scratch work was messy.

I forgot when it was that we first started to check our homework, but it's been done many times now. We've even worked out a system to let us do it in the quickest and most efficient way (we think) possible. And it's proved beneficial. Kinda.

It consisted of mainly one person saying what they got, and the other agreeing or not. If we have a conflicting answer, we write it down and look at it later. And since both of us have a normal 90% chance of getting it right, it goes by fast. Thankfully.

Turns out I did get question 45 right, though she got it wrong.

I looked at the clock-11:35. Still some time. If my memory didn't fail me, I think the plan was to drive over to the park, picking up Danielle and her brother. Strangely, the twins were named Danielle and Daniel. Point to the parents.

Oh, and there were Elizabeth, Shannon, and the Gilan person. Words couldn't describe his face when he discovered that he was a character from a book. But to sum it up, it was hilarious. Though I must say they act quite similar to each other. Reminds me of this year when everyone named Anthony was on this teacher's bad side.

Oh. If you don't mind,

Short introduction.

Danielle-the (overly) cheerful girl… and is minimal in height.

Mariette-the one who fan-girl-squeals over the strangest things, though not as loud as others.

Daniel-the guy who always start the conversations. Though his subjects of interest are… rather weird.

Elizabeth-the loner-ish person who always carries chocolate. She hates the dentist.

Shannon-your average otaku.

Gilan-the funny guy who doesn't worry over anything. I think.

So… yeah.

We (finally) arrived at the park. It was quite a boring drive here, taking an hour or so in total. Everyone invited came, and I'm quite surprised we managed. It took two cars, so I guess that's how.

Anyway, here we are, sitting and eating cookies on a group of benches we found. The cookies were good, being chocolate chip; the only one Shannon had materials for. They were cold now, though. My mom sat little ways to the left, on a table with all the adults. There was lemonade, coke, and water. I decided to help myself to a cup of chilled water.

Ku… Elizabeth has her book with her again... It is book ten? Lucky. I don't have that. All I have is up to book 5. Phooey. But then, I'm not as dedicated as she is.

So I pulled out a book too. Logic.

The party, as it must be said, was a good one. As usual, the cake came last. So before that, we played 'games', ran around like mentally insane people, and crashed into trees, and generally scaring all other residents of the park. Always a good plan.

Then there was the cake. It was chocolate, shaped like an Oreo (yay) with vanilla ice cream filling. Needless to say, it was good. Very good. They seemed to have been able to fit thirteen candles on it, somehow.

Now when it came to wish, the sun was already setting. I slapped a mosquito.

"Hurry up Isabel! The sun's setting."

"I know that, you idiot."

"Ah. Goody!"

You see how cheerful Danielle is? Inhuman.

So after purposely taking a while to annoy her, I made a wish. What else could it be, besides something to break the monotony every-day life? So indeed that I said.

Just get me something to make life more …interesting and I'll be fine…

At home now, I laid on the bed, trying to fall asleep.

And failed.

I tossed and turned, much to my displeasure. I don't want to wake up too late tomorrow… Shannon left her dog with me for vacation, and I'm pretty sure it's still not (properly) potty trained.

Ah… maybe we should just leave it outside…

And that was the thought I fell asleep with.

The next morning, I woke to the sound of a horse.

A/N-Anyone wants to Beta this? I'll probably not update much on this, though. All characters based on friends with similar names, as a trivial little fact.

… Review? First story. Cyber cookie if you do! (Somehow…) Constructive criticism welcome.