DISCLIAMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYONE, but, Kikki

parChapter One: Kikki

par"Uhhgg, this is NOT what I meant when I said I wanted to go to
a foreign country!" Kikki said, throwing back a sheet of sandy blond
hair. She continued her pessimist ravings "I'm in a country that
speaks funny, I mean, what the heck is a 'lift', isn't it when someone
picks up a hitch-hiker? Noo, they say, its an elevator, then why don't
they just call it a josh darn ELEVATOR?? Ahh, jeesh, maybe Auntie
will notice I'm not there on time, and come find me? Only one way to
find out." Kikki sat down and pulled 'Mossflower' by Brian Jacques to
read for the umpteenth time.

par"Miss, can you move? We have a train coming in at ten-fifty,
your in the way, now run along to the lobby if your lost." A man who
was plainly a security guard said, before Kikki could ask where the
lobby was, he has gone.

par"Idiot Brits, he could at least tell me where the lobby is! God!
Why couldn't I go to Bremuda, no, there associated with Britain, but
Jamaica sounds good! Yeh, next time I'll try and get an Anutie in
Jamaica."

parKikki leaned on the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and
fell through!