NOTE: Well, I've always been an Indiana Jones fan, ever since I was a little kid, so, here we are… please don't flame too much, but still, please review! Enjoy!
Right. I loved my university, my classes, and my teachers. Sure, I was considered a bit of a geek there, but I did have friends… but what I didn't love was that git of a boy, Henry Jones III, also known as 'Mutt.' Everyone has enemies, and he was one of mine; he had dropped out of school, but had managed – unfortunately – to get into this school. His dad was one of my favorite teachers, who was also an adventurer and archaeologist… I had found out he was the infamous Indiana Jones by accident, after class, when someone had come in, and both of them conveniently forgot I was making up a test in the back row. But anyway, back to Mutt. Oh, sure, he was good looking enough, but a lot of girls in our – I gag when I am forced to remember that, by some unhappy mistake, we are the same age and grade – classes are obsessed with him. It's pathetic. And don't start on that 'denial' junk… I get that enough from Juliet, my friend. It's not denial; he put motorcycle oil in my bunk, stole most of my books and scattered them around the bathrooms, and stole all of my underclothes while I was asleep and threw them around the schoolyard. Yeah, and Juliet seems to think that the fact I hate his guts is denial. I ask you; hasn't the girl cracked?
Oh, wait… I've done it again. I've gone and blabbed about my problems – I'm a selfish idiot, I know that, but hey, I'm only human… and you did ask for this story, anyway – and you have no idea who I am. My name is Liadán Kristin Emerson, also known as Kris, seeing as it's nearly impossible to pronounce my first name. I like it; it's Gaelic, or Old English, and it means Grey Lady, or Ghost. I don't know why, but I think that sounds… mysterious. I'm of a terrible normal height, only five feet and five inches, with wavy – I really don't notice these things; blame Juliet for making me notice – brown-blond hair. My eyes are hazel, with no special quality to them, like 'so deep you could drown in them,' or other such nonsense. I'm an 'A' student at my school, with an interest in science, or archaeology – both works, too, though usually science more than the other – and whatever new technology may be out. I have an interesting knack for remembering this that wouldn't be useful for a normal-day girl like myself; I know how to pick locks, work out those new combination-locks easily, hack machinery, hotwire cars – I've only ever tried this once, and it was on my mom's car, because I had lost the key – and remember things that seem insignificant at the time that actually deem important. They're all useless, of course, being a student, except for the last one… I try my best not to flaunt my other abilities, because frankly, I don't really want to go to jail for stealing something. Anyone else, go ahead, but I'd rather ignore my accidental skills and focus on my classes and my studies – hey, don't say anything! I'm being serious! Sort of.
Although I've been told I have a practical way at looking at things, my head is always in the clouds, and I wish… well, I wish I could go on an adventure, like the ones you read about in books, or the ones you see in those new cinemas. With fighting, a treasure, or some sort of goal, new places and people – that includes weather, too, because I'm just weird like that and notice those sort of things – seeing things that people say don't exist, or that it's just a fairy story, legend, or something to scare the kids into doing what they're told, and, of course, every girl's dream; romance. I mean, it happens, right? That was the one thing – with many su-qualities, of course – I had always wanted to go, but everyone knows what they say; be careful what you wish for. It might come true. Well, this is probably all rubbish to you, so let me start with how it all began, on a day much like this – raining off and on, and a little chilly for spring – not too long ago…