'Explaining the Impossible'

I didn't know whether to believe this myself; the more logical side of me was begging, no scratch that; hoping, that this was just a dream, whilst the surreal part of me was screaming OH MY FREAKING MERLIN THIS IS TOTALLY AWESOME!

What happened to me, you ask? Well let me re-tell the past four hours of my supposed normal life.

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"Emmy…? Emmy…? EMILY!" My friend Lizzie screamed at me.

"What?" I replied sleepily, sitting up straight after slouching at the school Libraries computer since ten past ten in the bloody morning. "Your computer is making noises; everyone's looking at you weirdly," Lizzie replied with a grin. I groaned; I was tired and lazy and really could not be bothered with today's classes. At all.

"…So what do I do about that?" I asked her, stifling a yawn; and stretching my arms as I did so.

"Stop leaning on the keyboard for one thing," Lizzie giggled, I presumed that she was laughing at my stupidity; but it honestly wasn't my fault that school started too early. "Oh really; does it actually work?" I muttered sarcastically, "So what's the other thing?" I asked her, rolling my eyes.

"There isn't another thing," Lizzie smirked, poking me in the shoulder lightly to get my attention.

"Ah; figures,"

"So, what's your writing on Emmy? Something surreal I hope," Steph asked as she sat on my right side; "I'm supposed to be writing something?" I questioned, God I must be an idiot if I didn't know what the hell I was supposed to be doing.

Lizzie laughed insanely, shaking her head at me, "That's the whole point of us being in here Emmy; we have a writing assignment to complete by the end of the week!"

"Right, because I knew that. I was just testing you all; I really was!" I don't think both Steph and Lizzie were convinced with my lie; after all, I'm an awful liar. "I'm writing about . . . Tom Riddle finding love," I answered quickly; Merlin is that all I think about; Tom freaking Riddle? I must be obsessed.

"You're writing about Harry Potter?" Steph mused, obviously finding my answer humorous, "Why not? I might as well, I write about Harry Potter a lot," I shrugged, cracking my knuckles to prove I was getting down to business.

"So do I Emmy, but I'm not writing about it now," Lizzie rolled her eyes, her fingers barely touching the keyboard. There was so much speed in her typing, like, what the hell?

"Pride and Prejudice?" I asked; and Lizzie just beamed at me, "So why can't I write about Harry if you get to write about Mr. bloody Darcy?" I demanded, I swear she was obsessed with Darcy as much as she was obsessed with James Potter.

"I never said you couldn't; it just seems so…"

"Amazing? Brilliant? Totally freaking awesome?" I suggested with a psychotic grin.

"I was going to say predictable, but those other adjectives work fine," Lizzie answered, chuckling lightly. I just frowned and turned to face the computer I was at; I was bored, yet I didn't want to write. Forget what I just said, I don't know what to write. So I opened up the internet, as you do when you sit in the school library and lacking inspiration.

"What are you doing now?" Steph asked me, a bewildered expression plastered across her face, "Looking for inspiration; I'm sure fan fiction will help me," I replied quickly as I got up my current obsession – apart from Harry Potter and the bad boy bachelors, I obsess over fan fiction. Come on, who doesn't?

Scanning as many Tom Riddle Jr. stories as I could read; I finally decided to write about a musical and how dearest Tommy boy starred as the main male role and a beautiful but shy Gryffindor girl got cast as the leading lady. Corny, right? Well I was past caring. I loved writing about corny crap; it was what I was comfortable with. Like how Steph liked to write about fantasy stuff and Lizzie was a sucker for a good romance. I liked to be corny; because I'm well, a loser.

Half an hour flew by, and I was still writing; I think I was just starting page four when I heard a faint whisper.

"Emily,"

I looked around me; everyone was busy with whatever they were doing, so who would be calling my name? And so dramatically as well? This was literature, not drama; but with me in the class it may as well be. I was so melodramatic I could win an Oscar Award for it – that was how bad I dramatized everything; crazy right?

I shrugged it off; I suppose that my mind was playing tricks on me again, it usually did when I was over tired. I faced the computer screen and began to get back to work when . . . "Emily."

I frowned, why did the voice sound oddly familiar?

Turning my head left and right, I shrugged it off again; but this time, when I looked up at the computer screen, a large image of Tom Riddle (you know, the guy that played him in the second film?) was coming out of my screen. Literately! "What the…?" I gasped, and before I knew it I was blinded by a ray of white light.

That was how I ended up here; inside the schools computer. At least I think I'm in the computer…

So this is where people review and tell me I've gone crazy, isn't it? I swear I'm still as sane as I was a couple days ago...at least, I think I am :) This just came into my mind when I was wondering round the park today; I was like, 'What if I got sucked into my computer?' turns out I was speaking aloud, and the old lady walking by gave me a funny look.
Oh well.

So what did you think? Please review!
imafeckingstarr xx