A/N: This is kind of a parody but a drama too. Confused? So'm I.

Thoughts are in /.../

Chapter 1: My Dramatic Entrance

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It was an ordinary morning on the Swann household. Birds were chirping, the sun was shining, and Miss Swann was screaming her head off. The maid rushed up to her room, wondering what it would be today. Yesterday, it had been a fly buzzing around the room, innocently minding its own business. The door burst open to reveal Miss Swann in her nightgown, standing in front of the mirror, looking petrified.

"You screamed, Miss Swann?" the maid inquired, carefully keeping her mirth hidden. Miss Swann's hair was standing out in all directions, her face was red from screaming, and she was sweating. The very picture of fear, a look that was quite comical on Miss Swann.

"Yes, ma'm, I did scream."

"Why?"

"Because I'm not 'Miss Swann.'" By now 'Miss Swann' was breathing irregularly.

"Of course you ar—" the maid stopped suddenly.

Before the maid's eyes, 'Miss Swann's' appearance changed. She turned shorter and paler, her face lost angles and became soft. Her eyes turned gray, her hair turned short and changed to a light blonde-brunette with bangs and lots of layers.

"What?"

The maid crossed herself and said a small prayer, hoping to be saved from whatever was happening.

I turned to the mirror and heaved a sigh of relief. "I'm back to normal!! Thank God!! Why couldn't my clothes have come with me too??" As I said this, my clothes appeared. Pinstripe jeans that stretched just a little, black tank top that should only be worn with a sports bra, but I was wearing a normal one, and a pair of black 3 inch high stilettos, my silver necklace with a bluish gem in the middle and corkscrew earrings, 3 rings and that's pretty much it.

"Miss!—What is your name, Miss?"

"Raquel," I said, wondering what the maid was going to say. "What's yours?"

The maid looked so confused that I had to really try hard not to laugh. "M-mary."

"Pleased to meet you Mary," I said, extending my hand for her to shake. Poor thing looked confused again. "Never mind. Now, what were you about to say, Mary?"

"Miss Raquel! You shouldn't be dressed like that!! It's indecent!!"

"Oh, and showing almost all my boobs like you are isn't??"

"This is the current fashion for maids. Your clothes are much more revealing than mine."

"How so? I'm not hanging out of my shirt, you can't see my underwear, only a little bit of my stomach shows...I fail to see a problem with this."

"You are showing your legs."

I heard slow, ponderous steps coming up the stairs and ran to shut the door. "Mary, what am I going to do?" I hissed. "They'll know that I'm not Elizabeth, especially if I'm where I think I am. Am I in Jamaica and engaged?" I asked desperately.

"You are indeed in Jamaica, but you are most certainly not engaged."

"Oh, good. I'm not engaged." I'm ashamed to say this, but, I did a little happy dance. /I was in PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!! Could life get any better than this?/ I heard a thump and saw that Mary had fainted. "Dammit Mary, now is not the time to be maidenly" I muttered, splashing some water on her.

She cracked open an eye. "I wanted you to be a bad dream" she said before getting up.

"Mary, I need you to get me a wig that has hair like Elizabeth's and could you help me get this damned nightgown thing on?" I asked in a rush.

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A/N: Sorry to cut it off like that, but i'm in a hurry, i'll post again this week!

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