Hello my name is Maria River Johansson, yeah, like Scarlet Johansson except i look absolutely nothing like her. My mocha tanned half black skin and dark brown hair and eyes make sure of that. Along with being half black I'm part Greek and Chinese, so i came out an odd mixture that resembles first nations and Hawaiian, except a wee bit darker. Oh and since we're talking about ethnicities and stuff i might as well throw in that I'm Canadian, but before you think anything ,yes we are peace lovers and "Green" Earth saving radicals, and yes I do act like a hippy, I'm very free spirited and don't like war and believe violence should only be used as i last resort. Does that make me a pacifist? Whatever. Oh and NO I don't say "Eh" in every sentence, but this Diary isn't about my odd heritage and how pacifistic I am, though I may come into play a few times. This story is about, How I stole a Queens man-i mean How i got teleported to a very strange place. And it all started with my summer visit to England
August 23, 2010
Mom dragged me down the wet streets of London pointing at every single thing we didn't have back in Canada, which was pretty much everything. So I just let myself be dragged, nodding and "mhmm"ing to her, secreting waiting for her arm to get tired or her pointer finger to cramp up. After another few hours of pointing a quealing, at hot English men that greeted her politely, we stopped at a Starbucks. Which just happened to be after walking all the way to Buckingham Palace and back, which i was truefully overjoyed about seeing, though my feet scolded and screamed at me. I absently rubbed them together as we lounged tiredly on the couches at Starbucks my London Fog (my favourite tea) in hand trying to stop the aching of my feet without having to take my shoes off and rub them infront, any potential hot british future husbands.
"Why couldn't we have gotten a taxi again, mom?" i asked, after giving up and massaging the sore soles of my now socked feet under the table.
"It's healthy to walk, Mary, we need the exercise," Mom said, i could hear the grin in her voice, and sat up from rubbing my feet to glare at her. Mom was running her fingers through her curly black Greek-Asian hair I wasn't the only odd looking one in my family at least, mom was a very interesting mix of Greek and Japanese, She had the wild Greek curls, but instead of a nice brown they were silky and pitch black with a constant natural (Japanese) sheen. She also had the olive skin, or she did in the summer when she tanned unlike me who was the opposite and got a little bit of the olive skin tone in the dead of winter (when i was at my palest) mom in the winter became a very pale ivory colour, she was very short too also the opposite of me, who is 5'9 ½.
Mom kept smiling before she finally spoke.
"You know Mary" she only calls me that name because she knows I hate it, all of my friends call me 'Ria' "I think it those boobs of yours, there weighing you down," I glared harder, she loved making fun of my chest but she always gets hilariously jealous when a complain about it. My chest is, well, pretty large. Large enough to make heads turn and I'm not a petit person, I may be even a little over weight from my lack of abs and what I wished was a lack of fat on my thighs. The thing was, my rib cage was probably one on the smallest daintiest parts on my body and so the contrast of that and my large chest, was, well, literally eye-popping for some (easily distracted) men.
"Whatever, if I agree with you can we call a taxi back to the hotel?" I wined, exhaustedly, sighing and leaning back in my comfy leather cushions.
"Fine, winer-winer, I'll go check the phone book for a cab services, I'd tell you not to move but I have a feeling I won't have to worry about that." She said sticky-out her touch like a child an standing up, mom was only twenty years older that me, and even at thirty-six, she still looked like she was in her yearly twenties.
She smacked me playfully in the head as she walked around me headed to the phone booth, both our cells had died over the long walk. Before flopping back, I let the chair swallow me and my tiredness, wishing I had a more comfortable place the nap the in the back corner of a semi full Starbucks. My mind wandered to somewhere peaceful, with flower and forests, and mountains as far as the eye can see.
But a was quickly pulled out of my dream when I felt a pinch on my shoulder, making me turn expecting mom to be smirking at me from above but surprisingly I was still alone. My eyes wandered to mom who was still on the phone booth, maybe it was a muscle spasm, I thought. So I ignored it And for a moment it worked, before getting a similar feeling at the bottom of my thigh. I shot out of my seat hoping the I wouldn't find my worst fear, a spider, stare back at me from the chair, but once again the was nothing. I stared I the chair a few minute longer to make sure, but when i turn i found something much more frightening the a spider.
I found a dark menacing forest.