Introduction

On a cold fogy November morning Mrs. Essick's homeroom class sat quietly at their desks. This is how most mornings went in the class, silence while everyone was working on work for other classes or just reading.

Just then there was a torrent of laughter from the table next to Mrs. Essick's desk.

"Anya! Adrian! Be quiet." Mrs. Essick warned us. I tried, I honestly did. Mrs. Essick was my favourite teacher and I didn't want to disobey her, but it was hard to be quiet when you were in the middle of writing something so funny.

"Sorry Mrs. Essick," I apologized. We continued to laugh.

"I'll take that journal away and give you both marks!" she threatened.

That shut us up.

I snatched up my journal which had the contents of my "Mass Novel" in it and the funny thing, and moved my assignment book safely out of reach of Mrs. Essick. I looked down at the journal that was now resting on my lap and choked back another giggle.

On the outside it appeared normal. It said "My Notes" in swirly script on the cover—though I never took notes in it—and was pink with a flower on the front in some sort of gel-like substance—though I despised all things very girly. I guess the only reason this journal came in my possession was the fact that it was collaged ruled…or my grandmother gave it to me…either way. Anywho, the inside was anything but ordinary, it was full of seemingly useless name and sketches, biographies and scraps of dialogue. Oh, and the funny thing.

The words were very messed up, scrambled all over the page in no conceivable order. I've done my best to translate but no promises.

Adrian: Me and Chelsea were reading Breaking Dawn together and we were cracking up!

Anya: Did you notice that in the movie Fellowship of the ring Elrond was thinning?

Adrian: *pause* OH YEAH!

Anya: I was listening to Eclipse and cracking up when Bella and Charlie were having "The Talk".

Adrian: LOL!

Anya: How can an Elf be thinning?

Adrian: I dunno. They're not supposed to age. *thinking face*

Anya: Legolas ROCKS!

Adrian: CORSE HE DOSE! (later) Adrian: I'm quoting Gimli all the time.

Anya: "Shall I find a box?"

Adrian: The almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavoured scent of EDWARD CULLEN!

Anya: When Jake kisses Bella I wanted to pound him to PULP!

Adrian: *writes from Edward's perspective* Edward: "I felt the same way…"

I almost laughed again re-reading it, but somehow- miraculously –I managed to hold it in.

Anya tapped my desk with her pencil. "Wouldn't it be horrible if any of them found this?"

I thought a moment and then nodded. I wrote on the page:

Adrian: But we'd probably give it to them anyway.

I pushed it across the table to Anya who looked at it thoughtfully for a moment. She then picked up her orange-green-and-yellow (currently she is reading over my shoulder and demanded I add the 'and yellow'. She just hit me, back to the story.) striped pencil and wrote something upside down and diagonally on the page. After reading it once more for her own approval she pushed it back to me.

I looked at it. There smushed between 'almost-honey-lilac-and-sun-flavoured sent of EDWARD CULLEN!' and 'Did you notice that in the movie Fellowship of the Ring Elrond was thinning?' Anya had scrawled in her worse-than-normal handwriting:

Anya: They'd be like "What the heck?"

I laughed, but managed, somehow, to turn it into a sick kinda, cough/throwing-up sound.

"Are you okay Adrian?" asked Mrs. Essick.

I looked at her, "Fine, fine…."

Anya rolled her eyes. "Don't get sick now Adrian." She warned jokingly.

"Shove it," I whispered to her.

She laughed silently; the only indication of her amusement the up/down motion of her shoulders.

There was a knock at the door.

Mrs. Essick looked up from the papers she was in the middle of grading to see her first period class standing outside the door of the classroom. They were waving and smiling, and generally acting like they'd been there for a while. "Oops!" she exclaimed.

It had been so quiet, everyone so wrapped up in there own thing, we'd failed to notice all of the other teachers were having their students switch classes for first period already. As Mrs. Essick said "oops".

"Time to switch!" called Mrs. Essick. "Alana would you let them in?" She turned to us. "We were so quiet I forgot about first period. Ah, I wish we could just stay in homeroom and not have to teach classes today…." Mrs. Essick trailed off dreamily.

I smiled. "I'd love that too," I replied.

"Heck, I think everybody would love it!" Anya exclaimed.

I nodded in utter agreement, "Uh-huh." A whole day of just homeroom and no class work, and/or homework… SIGN ME UP! What is better than that?

I gathered up my binder, science journals, "Mass Novel" snippets, my SSR (Silent Sustained Reading) books (yes books plural, I have many), and assignment book—which was really just a green folder stuffed chock-full of work and other junk—and headed for the door.

Anya was already seated at her other desk in the classroom where she sat for Pre-AP Math. I dipped down and said to her: "You know I'd actually love to see the faces of those guys if they read this. But still…" I trailed off.

Anya nodded in understanding.

As I was getting ready to walk out of the room a small breeze started to pick up. Curiously, Anya and I turned towards the window to see if maybe one of us had left it open, only to see it shut and locked firmly.

We exchanged a glance, which here for all intents-and-purposes will only, for the sake of virgin ears, be described as what, the, heck?

Slowly the storm began to pick up, spinning faster and faster, and faster, until finally CRACK!There was the huge noise of displacing air, and what sounded suspiciously like a rip. All of a sudden, there was no window, only a giant swirling Vortex of black and purple and pink.

I gasped, as something seemed to wash over me and promptly I dropped my things; all except the journal that held the Lord of the Rings and Twilight comments.

Anya gripped her pencil tightly in one hand.

I slipped the pen I'd written with into the spiral on that held the notebook together.

There are no words to describe what happened next. All I could do was stare at this marvel of magic.

My orange hair whipped around my face, just as Anya's black hair whipped around hers.

Then we were gone.

Taryn, who had not gone on to her other class yet, picked up one of my books that lay on the floor beside her.

"Where'd Anya and Adrian go?"