A/N: I'm back with a new story! I know this ain't the new one that you've been waiting for, but I kind of cancelled that, 'cause the characters are pretty much OOC. So yeah. And Journey to the Nightosphere is on hiatus. Help, anyone?
Also, this is the first story of a series! =) Read and review please-y.

Summary: Aubrey is just your average tween girl, but when she finds a book that can help her achieve her dreams, she sets foot on a journey that she hasn't expected.

Aubrey's Trip to Ooo

Chapter One: Aubrey Alberich

The sunlight shone through the window and into the dim room. In the corner of it sat a young girl, who was reading a book called "Dark Moon". It is about a girl, the same age as hers, and she studies ancient magic and junk. The girl wanted to find out about a spell that can take her anywhere, and I mean anywhere, even into the Lich King's stomach. (Please do not do it, though.) Aubrey wants to find out about it too, but she doesn't know junk about ancient magic, spells or potions, which gives her not much of a head-start. But yesterday in her school library, while she was browsing about the book shelves, this certain book caught her eye. She took it, read the summary on the back and borrowed it. The author said this happened in the real world, and she had to believe it, even if it was a bit childish for her to. The book itself was a strange one, a square only five-yes, you read it right, five-inches long an five inches wide, and it's about 5 inches thick too.

She read the introduction about Mahavik Nguyan, the girl who was absorbed with ancient stuff-magic, things, books, you name it-and about her childhood until the age Aubrey is now. Then after reading the chapter, which had about twenty pages, she moved on to the first real chapter of the book. It uses Old English, but she doesn't mind.

And she just read and read on, not stopping for even a little sip of milk that was beside her. It was quiet and peaceful in their old attic, and nothing cries for much attention there, that's why she chose to read in there. It was a wee bit dusty when she entered, though, but she cleaned it up and removed webs and spiders. The only sound that was heard is the reader's flipping the pages, aside from an occasional chirp from bird, but since she was totally absorbed in the book, she didn't pay much mind. And the only movement in the room was her fingers running through the pages and turning it. Peaceful silence...

"Aubrey Alberich, where in the world are you?" came her mother's voice from down below. Aubrey's head jerked up and closed the book quickly. Bad timing mom, she thought, I was in the middle of chapter three already.

"I'm right here mom," she answered, got her glass, and climbed down the retractable ladder.

"What in the name of Pete are you doing up in the attic?" her mother asked, crossing her arms. "You have the dust mite allergy."

"Reading..." Aubrey mumbled. "And I cleaned up the attic too. I got rid of all the mites."

"Well, reading what?" Mrs. Alberich asked, fussing about her daughter's dress, "what about?"

"Baby whoostle foot." she replied. Glob she lied, and it wasn't even a good one.

"Well, why in the attic?" her mother asked again, unconvinced.

Do me a favor and skip the questions. "Nothing, just missed the old room."

"Well then," her mother said, tossing a broom at her. She just in time caught it. "Do me a favor and sweep the basement."

"Yes'm." Aubrey said and went to work. When she was done, it was spotlessly clean. "Nice."

By then she was very tired, and had no more energy to read. She decided to leave the reading for later before sleeping and ate twinkies while watching Adventure Time.

"Aubrey, John, dinner's ready."

She turned the damn box off (the show ended and she was browsing through boring channels) and quietly went to sit on the table.

"Whatcha doi'n in the attic Aub?" her younger, six-year-old brother asked. "It's full of dust mites."

"I was reading." she answered while eating a spoonful of cake.

"Aub, that's dessert!" John shouted in his high-pitched voice, which, according to her, was very cute but sometimes annoying. He stared wide-eyed at her while she swallowed the piece.

"Sorry, hungry..." she mumbled and reached for pasta.

"Hungry? You just ate my twinkies a while ago!"

"Oh, well, 'em be paddling down my stomach by now."

"MOM!"

"I'll buy you another box tomorrow, dear." their mother said from the kitchen.

"Aw." John sunk to his chair. "No fair."

"I didn't like the twinkies," Aubrey said guiltily.

"Why'd you eat 'em?"

"What happened at school?"

"Don't change the subject Aub,"

"Seriously, had fun?"

John grinned. "Weeell, teacher Sinile was shocked to find thumb taxes on her chair..."

She perked up. "YOU did that?"

"No, it was Diggins."

After dinner they watched Adventure Time together and soon John was put to sleep.

"Aub," he peeped before Aubrey left, "the Lich King won't get me while I sleep, right?"

Aubrey chuckled lightly. What an active imagination her brother has, like Jake. "No, of course not."

"G'night, then."

She kissed him on the cheek, whispered I love you John and creeped into her room.

The next day school started again. Aubrey was running late, because she just had to finish the book off, so she woke up late.. Her excuse, of course, was that she helped her mother cook instead of taking a bath early. Which she didn't really do, but the teacher accepted it.

At recess she and her friends ate together and shared stories about their weekends, except her. She chose to keep her mouth tight shut and keep the book to herself. Apart from that, nothing really interesting happened aside from Wayne Myers falling off his bike infront of their house. Poor Wayne, he got a leg broken, and most people said he better be off. But not Aubrey. She wondered how Wayne had fallen of his bike, he won the district's Bike Race, which was 50 meters, and didn't even fall off once.

The bell rang, then she seated herself back on her chair. She listened, took down notes, and thought about Wayne. Well, not much.

At the end of the day Aubrey almost forgot about the book, until John asked her about it. "Baby whoostlefut," she said.

She watched that addicting show again, then fell asleep after doing a heck of homework. Anyway, she figured out she could do it on Saturday, right after special MTAP classes at school.

Saturday

Aubrey took grass from her yard, as the book said that Mahavik did, then cut her hair off, grounded it with a mortar and pestle (this took a little while to get done) and finally, mixed it with bubble-y liquid. The book instructed that she should blow a bubble her size and that it should float a little over a foot. She did this, and it worked perfectly. She had her stuff packed. This was it.

She went through the bubble, eyes closed, lips shut. Her mind wandered off about this, if this could succeed. Then she opened her eyes and saw that she was standing in the middle of a grassland.

It did. She was in the Land of Ooo.

A/N: So, how do you think I did? Was it too wordy, too corny, too bad or what? Please tell me! =) I would love it if you would.

Also about Aubrey, I based her off a little on myself, and how do you think her personality went? If you review, you WILL-not may, WILL-get feature in this story. Whoot! =) Be sure to!