[Okay, here is my FullMetal Alchemist story. The name will most definitely change. I just can't think of anything at this moment.

Right now I'm mentally slapping myself. Mostly because I told myself I wouldn't start a new story until Denied and Describing Colours was done. But I really cannot think what I should write. The words are totally evading. So I decided to do a story where the OC was closer to my personality. That way I can write how I would think.

Obviously I'm gonna change my name and my friends names if any appear. I'm also going to slightly exaggerate a few points. If you want to know which points I'm exaggerating, just ask me in a review or PM me and I will tell you ;D

Chapter Summary:I'm just an ordinary girl. So imagine my surprise when I go into my bedroom and find a city the size that shouldn't be there. Yeah, very surprised. So I've just one question.

Where the hell am I?

Disclaimer: I only own my OC who sadly, does not have a name yet. T^T]

Chapter1

How it began

I sat drawing my manga style person for a few minutes before looking back up to the clock. I smiled as I did a mental dance. It was 3:15pm and I could now go home. The boy that was doing 10 minutes after school detention also got up and left.

Before you say anything, I wasn't in detention. No way. I'm much too good to get a detention. Nope, I was on work experience. For two weeks in the school my dad works at. If you don't know what work experience is, well, boo hoo to you. Nah, not really.

Work experience is something a lot of schools do in England... Well, I think a lot of them do it. My school does it when we're in year 11. Which is 15 to 16 year olds for all you people in America (I don't know what grade that is T^T)! My last year in school. SWEET!

ANYWHO! I got off topic there... Work experience is basically two weeks off school where we go work someplace (e.g. another school, daycare place, building site etc) for experience for when we are older. The people who already work there make us 'newbies' do all the boring work, like folding paper and cutting paper into A3/A4 size. Why can't they just buy the right sizes, damnit!

So, anyway, I had just finished my first week of work experience. My dad would have given me a lift at about 4:30 to 5:30, but he had to do something that would take him longer than usual, so I walked home.

Let's time skip shall we? Then you won't have to listen to my boring thoughts all the way through the two mile walk that took me about 50 minutes to an hour.

*~*Time Skip*~*

Woot! I love time skips! They're so much fun. Skip with me people, skip!

Anyhow. I opened the door to my house. It was already unlocked because my younger brother (whom I hate with a passion. A PASSION!) was already home. We only live 10 minutes away from the school that we go to.

I can't wait till May. Six weeks extra off! WOOT!

Back to the story. As I said, I opened the door to my house and walked in. I set my art book onto the kitchen worktop (I had my art book from school so I could do some art when I had free time. Not that that I did any...). I opened it up and took out the pages of pictures I had done at 'work'. I frowned at the one I had been working on before I left. It looked terrible. The proportions were all wrong. The legs too short and the head to big. I couldn't be bothered to change it so I just took my shoes off and went upstairs.

I knocked on my brother's bedroom door as I went past it just to annoy him. I knew he was in there, cos he wasn't in the living room watching TV and he had to be in because the door was unlocked. It wasn't my mum or dad who was in because they both work at schools. They don't get home until about 6pm normally.

I was just about to open my bedroom door when I had a dizzy spell. Well, not really a dizzy spell, more of a 'my head sorta pounded which made the world sort of look shock wavey sort of thing.'

...That made so much sense in my head. I swear!

Anyway, it happened a lot so I just closed my eyes as I opened my bedroom door and walked through it, ready to lie down on my bed to let the spell pass. I closed the door behind me and dumped my bag on the floor. A cool breeze blew on my face. I frowned. That wasn't right. I opened my eyes and ... well, I gawped.

"Wuh tuh fuh?" I mouthed. This was definitely not my room. Either it wasn't or I had just missed the city that was hidden inside my bedroom. The city that was hidden inside my bedroom with lots of people and old fashioned cars roaming around. I blinked, trying to remember if I had actually bought a life-sized city to put in my room. I was pretty sure I hadn't. Can't be my room then, just can't. I picked my bag back up and hastily stuffed my drawings into it.

I took a step forward and hissed in pain. I glared at the offending stone and cursed myself for not wearing my shoes upstairs. To be fair, I didn't really know I was going to end up somewhere that wasn't my room, but still... I had to be more prepared in the future. I turned around and reached for the handle of the door.

The very same door that thought it would be funny to disappear and be replaced with a wall. I wasn't laughing.

I looked down the wall and found an entrance to what looked like some big library. Maybe I can get back through there?

I started to make my way towards the entrance, every so often hissing with pain. I don't like stones. Did I mention that? No? Well, now you know. A dude knocked into me.

"Watch where you're going, midget." It was obvious the dude was drunk. I mean, no-one in their right mind would ever even imply that I was smaller than the average person. I took a deep breath and smiled at him.

"Excuse me sir, but even if you are drunk, I cannot allow you to call me anything along the lines of small, midget or tiny." I told him. In my best British voice. The big dude paused and looked at me curiously. Then he burst out laughing.

Oh no he didn't!

"What are you gonna do about it, shrimp? He said, putting the emphasis on 'shrimp'. My smile disappeared and I kicked him in his jewels. He doubled over.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?" He yelled. "I can't even hit you back, cos you're a frigging girl." He muttered. I went ballistic.

If you knew me, even slightly, there were two things you should never ever say around me.

Never call me small. I hated it.

Never say anything about girls being weaker than boys. It's not true and I think I can prove it by kicking this dude's head in.

Well, I won't bore you with the details. Plus I couldn't anyway, since all I remember was a lot of yelling on my part, a lot of screaming on his part, a lot of punches and kicks and blood.

So anyway, I hit this dude like my life depended on it, but then someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from the shitbag. I yelled some more as the person who was pulling me away shouted something in my ear. It sounded like 'Calm down! Stop it!'

I yelled one last swear word at him and then stopped struggling. The person let go of me. I stood still for a little while, then calmly walked over to the dude and kicked him again, in his balls.

"Okay, I'm done!" I said cheerfully. The people around me looked at me and started edging away from me. The dude on the ground moaned a little and started crawling away. I watched for a while.

"What the hell did that guy do?" I rubbed my hands together like I had achieved something and turned around to face the guy or guys that tried to stop me beating the crap out of the dude.

When I saw who was standing before me, I did what any normal person would do.

I gawped.

So, is it good? Is it? I tried going for the humorous approach. I don't think I did it very well did I?

Ah well.

I'm gonna say that the beautiful button is somewhere

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