Disclaimer: I don't own discworld(which belongs to Terry Pratchett), the name Hayley, or her personality. In fact, all I own is an autographed book.
Hayley biked down the hill with the speed of a whirlwind. She didn't want to be stuck outside in the inclement weather. In fact, the only reason she was outside was that she was heading back from the Terry Pratchett
She shifted the bag of books and other miscellaneouses onto her other shoulder, and biked around a tight corner. However, no matter how well Hayley rode, she didn't expect the exceedingly stupid pedestrian crossing the street. She swerved, narrowly avoiding the unlucky person, and flew head-over-heels over her bike's handlebars. Said bike had turned 90 degrees, so she soared into an alley. Lying there in the cold alley, she cursed jaywalkers and her granddad. She wasn't quite sure what relevance her granddad had to her bike, but she thought about him a lot anyways. She longed to see him again as he had been her best friend after her parents died, but he'd disappeared 4 years ago. No sign of him had turned up. Hayley quickly eradicated this uncomfortable train of thought by occupying her mind with these new questions: Where did the mysterious wooden door come from? How was it standing in the middle of the alley with no visible means of support? And why was it faintly glowing with the absence of colour? Little did Hayley know, but that absence of colour is what octarine looks like to those who aren't wizards. Hayley did not believe in miracles or other insubstantial things, but she sure believed in hallucinations and dreams. She simply assumed that she was presumably out cold after the tumble. She opened the door with great lack of deliberation. Beyond the door, instead of the expected wall, lay darkness. Hayley did the only sensible thing that is to be done in these situations: she picked up her bike & walked through the door.
A second later, in a different universe entirely; a young girl appeared who did not belong. She appeared in another alley similar to the one she had come from. In fact, they would have been identical translations of each other, except for location. One of them was on Roundworld, or 'Earth'; and the other was on the Disc. As she left the alley with a contraption unforeseen across the Disc except for in the genius mind of Leonard De Quirm, an inconspicuous sausage seller took note of the girl. As he stored details on her away, he thought to himself how much money he would make from this girl. As she had such an astonishing contraption, the odds were good.
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