Horrible Histories-Skinnymandria:
Prologue
"And now here I am, sitting in a helicopter with some people dressed in weird costumes." Eliza thought to herself as she eyed several ladies and gents dressed in baggy pants, large coats and wigs, and overly long gowns.
Flashing-back to a few days ago, the teacher announced to the class that a student would be chosen to go to a historic country, to live there for 5 months. Everyone looked so excited about it, some were even praying that they would be chosen.
"And the chosen one is…Eliza Basil!" The teacher said as she drew a slip of paper from the plastic bag she was holding.
The whole class gasped and stared at Eliza.
Eliza has always despised history classes. "Learning about dead people isn't that interesting," as she would say.
"Why do I have to go there, to what? Learn history?" Eliza said.
"No, Eliza, you go there to experience history. This, is no ordinary country, this is Skinny-Mandria, A country renowned for its existence of history in daily lives." The teacher explained.
"Pfft, talk about weird names…Skinny-Mandria, it must be boring." Eliza sneered.
"Well, you'll see about it. I guarantee you would change your thoughts after the trip. You'll depart next Monday, and then we'll see you five months later!" The teacher said.
The school bell rang.
"Oh, there goes the bell! Have a nice weekend, guys!" the teacher announced.
"I envy you, Eliza. I wanted to go there again." Eliza's best friend, Sasha, approached her while she was walking out of the classroom.
"Come on, Sasha, it's a boring town with a dumb name, how interesting can it be?" Eliza said.
"Take it from me, I went there once, and it's an awesome place to stay. Seriously, you are one of the few in this school who get to go, you lucky girl."
"Yeah…"
"Promise me you'll give it a chance, you won't regret it. Gotta go, my mom's picking me up. See you in five months. I'll miss you." Sasha said as she gave Eliza a hug before she went out the locker bay.
"Yeah, See ya…" Eliza waved back to Sasha. "Wow, she's really selling it hard."
She slowly awoke from her flashback.
"Alright people, your destination's arrived. Grab a parachute before you jump down, we don't want dead bodies lying around waiting for Burke and Hare to retrieve, do we?" said the helicopter pilot.
"What, jump from here? I thought you were going to land?" Eliza was shocked to hear that.
"Certainly not, lassie, come on, we're almost out of the area. Oh, and bring your luggage as well." The pilot, dressed in a Tudor executioner's robe said in a strong cockney accent.
Eliza grabbed her belongings and stared timidly outside the helicopter. She couldn't muster the courage to jump outside.
"Don't dilly-dally lass, I've got a few heads to chop in the afternoon, be a dear and get off!"
Eliza leapt out of the helicopter, shutting her eyes tightly as she plummeted downwards to the ground. She had never jumped out of a helicopter; she had totally no experience in parachuting.
"Pull the cord to release the parachute, PULL THE CORD!" A girl dressed in an air force uniform shouted to Eliza.
Eliza opened her eyes and pulled the cord dangling from the parachute bag. A parachute burst out of the bag, as Eliza gets pulled downwards by gravity. Then she realized something.
She was not floating or gliding.
Looking up to find a huge hole in her parachute, she shrieked.
"THERE'S A HOLE IN MY PARACHUTE! I'M GONNA DIE!"
Eliza shrieked and panicked.
"I don't want to die young! I'm too young to die!" Eliza screamed.
She felt a hand holding hers.
The girl in the air force uniform was next to her.
"I've got you, hang on, you're coming with me." The girl reassured Eliza.
As Eliza and the girl's feet touched the ground, Eliza collapsed in anxiousness.
"Hey, are you alright?" The girl asked her, while untying her hair, revealing her long brown locks.
She was a girl about 158cm tall, had a fair complexion and a scrawny but curved bodyline.
"Yeah, I'm alright, I'm just glad that I'm still alive. Thank you for rescuing me." Eliza thanked her.
"No problem, after all I AM responsible for your life, Eliza Margaret Basil." The girl said.
"How'd you know my name? I don't believe we're introduced to each other yet." Eliza was surprised.
"The name's Bethany Josephine Alexandra Winchester of Warwick, you can call me Bethany for short. You're staying at my place for the coming 5 months." The girl introduced herself.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Bethany." Bethany helped Eliza up.
"Shall we go? I believe the hansom cab is waiting." Bethany helped Eliza with some of her baggage and headed towards the horse pulled carriage nearby.
"Wow, a bizarre airplane landing and a bizarre airport cab services, things couldn't get any weirder, can they?" Eliza said as she dusted off herself of the meadow she landed on, picked up her baggage and caught up with Bethany.