Sara sighed, looking over at the car radio. 6:30. Great. She was late. Turning her glare to her mother, her right hand found it's way to the passenger controls of the car to roll down her window. The light breeze against her face seemed to calm her but that calm soon faded as she saw the impending red light ahead and let out a groan of frustration.

"Oh there's no reason for you to be so mad! You have plenty of time before school starts!" Her mother muttered as they sped up a bit so they could catch the rest of the green lights and avoid as much traffic as they could...without getting in an accident that is.

Sara shot her a reproachful look and her her left hang moved to turn up the volume of the radio. She growled something unintelligible under her breath as all the radio stations were filled with nothing but talking and commercials so early in the morning. Finally giving up, she pressed down on the button, successfully turning the radio off so only the neon numbers of what time it was blared at her from the offending object.

"I need to be there to meet Tyana so we can do our project!" She exclaimed, her voice was on the verge of breaking in frusteration. "And now I'm going to be late." she said in an irritated tone, her brows pulled together making her trademark glare. "like usual." she added in spite, knowing that would strike a cord.

Her mother frowned, apologizing. Sara pouted the rest of the way there in silence. Really, it wasn't her mother's fault. She had to wake up just as early as Sara did in order to drive her to school, but when Sara had things she needed to do she was usually late. ' I'm probably going to develop a phobia of being late.' She thought morbidly.

As soon as the car was semi-parked she quickly pushed the door open, it's hinges squealing in protest as she groped for her book bag behind her. "Goodbye! I love you!" her mother shouted and Sara blushed, glad not many people were out in front of the school so early in the morning. She glanced back and muttered "yea, love you too." and hurried away, she could hear the white Dodge durango speeding off, seeing as her mother still had two other kids to take to school as well.

'It would be so much cooler if I had my own car, of flying bison...' She pondered then shook away her thoughts out of her fiction bases mind. She focused on walking in a straight line towards the library. Well, not technically straight, she had to dodge people who were walking around her.

She went to the library every morning, though this morning was different, she actually had a significant reason for going. Her and her best friend Tyana were assigned to write about the oldest thing the school owned. It was a class project that was about half their grade and Sara had learned to value her grades over the summer, in order to stay in the art program she was so fond of.

So naturally, seeing as both girls loved the smell of old books, they chose to write about the oldest book the school owned. When they asked the librarian the week before about the book she had said she would have to look for it, though she had a look on her face as if she didn't trust the two girls. Sara had been possibly fuming at her assumption. She had never done anything wrong in the library! Throughout the next week she caught the librarian sneaking peaks at what her and Tyana were doing in the morning. Each sat studiously in a chair discussing books they read and classes. So the day before the librarian came up to them with a smug look on her face.

"I found it!" she exclaimed with an aged look of fake giddy-ness. Sara repressed the urge to roll her eyes and she saw Tyana shift her weight on each foot on her right. As it turned out, it as not actually a book they were gaining permission to study, but a scroll. Supposedly one that most museums would die to have in their collection, which is why the school kept it pretty hush hush as to having it.

Sara entered the Hallway leading to the library right as Tyana entered from the other end of the hallway, they would have to meet in the middle. Both girls wore similar expressions, anxious to what the scroll might be about. Sara sincerely hoped it wasn't about any religion, though she had to admit that would be rather interesting if the scroll was as old as the librarian thought it was.

She grinned as she finally stopped in front of Tyana, still a little taller than her friend, and much larger so they looked like an awkward pair, staring rabidly at the locked door to the library. "You ready?" Sara asked.
"Yeah." Tyana breathed in anticipation. They waited a moment before both of them burst into giggles.
"We're Such dorks!" Tyana managed between bouts of laughter.
"So?" Sara shot back as the librarian unlocked the door for them and they entered, following her back into the restricted section of the library. "Where are we going?" Sara murmered aloud near Tyana, who shrugged in response.

The librarian, a tall think woman with short silver hair smiled back at them. "Not to far aways.." she beamed over her rectangular glasses. The small group continued to walk for a moment before reaching a door that said in bit red letters: Employees Only. They stood there for a moment looking at each other, not sure if this was the right door . But before any of them could ask the librarian spoke up.

"It is not to leave this room." she said in a rather clear nasally voice than seemed to vibrate through the empty library. Both girls nodded and followed the teacher into the dimly lit room, a little anxious of what they would find once the light switch was turned on. The light flickered then slowly illuminated the room. The two girls were curious as to the markings around the room and their expressions must hae showed it because the librarian said. "For security purposes. Its rather vauleable. I'll shut the door, it locks from the inside but I do have a key. And make sure to get to class when the bell rings! and may your day be magical!" she said and turned to walk out of the room, the soft thud of the door echoing behind her.

"Well that was strange." Sara muttered and Tyana nodded, her small frame seeming to shake with the gesture.
"What was that last bit supposed to mean? 'May your day be magical' ?" she laughed a bit as she said it, obviously not able to keep a straight face at those words.
"I dunno." Sara shrugged "Sounded like something Ive read on a Harry Potter valentine's day card." She grinned and Tyana rolled her eyes. Then they both took in the settings of the room...Their jaw dropped.

"What the heck?" Tyana cried looking around the room. The scroll they had talked about was in a glass container on a table surrounded by four fancy looking chairs. The scroll was browned from age except the post that seemed to either be made of bone or moon stone. Sara thought is was the latter seeing as how it still seemed to shimmer in the light. "Hey!" Sara exclaimed as she picked up the object stated. "It feels like its made out of animal skin, so this must be pretty old..." she muttered the last part them giggled as Tyana's face paled at the statement. "Hey...this symbol looks familiar." She said, changing the subject before her friend could protest about the scroll.

"Yea?" Tyana said, creeping forward and looking at it. "Yeah it does I just cant think where from.." she murmured and Sara frowned. The symbol was circular and had what looked like waves inside the circle. "Yeah...hmm.." Sara moved to open it but as she was about to unroll it the bell rang.

"Damn it!" she hissed in irritation and set the scroll back in the container. The two girls wore sulking expressions as they went to open the door, but it seemed locked. Tyana turned to Sara looking shocked and a little panicked. "Its locked!"

"Then unlock it!" Sara exclaimed going to do just that but she frowned as the door still wouldn't opened. "Damn it!" she hissed and yanked on the door but it still didn't open. She sighed. "Looks like we're stuck in here." She murmured and closed her eyes, sliding down the wall. Tyana paled and followed suit. "Shit." she mutteredd and copied her friend.

Suddenly the glass box fell off the table, making a shattering sound as it hit the floor, but what both of the girls noticed was the scroll and its post were glowing. Blinding light shot as them and they cried out in suprise. Both blinked furiously until their eyes adjusted and they were no longer in the room...or in the library...or even the school! It seemed like they were in the middle of the desert.

"Tyana!" Sara cried but all she could see was a different girl sitting next to her with Raven black hair and ice blue eyes who seemed just as shocked as she was.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling in fear.

"Tyana?" Sara asked shocked as they stranger seemed to have her friends voice.

"Sara?" she asked nervously. Sara nodded and Tyana cried out, shocked.

"You look so different!" She shouted and Sara looked down at her hands, shocked because the thin fingers weren't what she was used to looking at, her nails painted red. Then she noticed her legs, not the fat ones she loathed but thin and a bit shapely, Out of the corner of her eyes she could see her hair was no longer the bleached gingery tone but a pale blonde.

"You look pretty different too." She whispered hoarsely. Tyana's eyes widened and Sara stumbled over the sand, not used to being so light and pulled out her compact mirror. "Look." She commanded and Tyana cried. "Holy crow!"

"Yea, looks like we're not in kansas anymore..." She muttered and somewhere in the distance they could hear:
"Drink Cactus Juice! It's the Quenchiest!"