What If?
BMX Princess
I collapse on my bed, ignoring my mum's threat about shoes on the quilt. If you had just been to the party that I had just left, your mum would be the least of your problems too. Long story short, truth or dare followed by spin the bottle followed by hysterical friend whose crush just kissed her bff… I hate my life. And because I'm such a great sensible friend, I had to deal with it. I never get to have any fun anymore… no more just stuffing around with people's heads for the fun of it…
"Angela!" You had better not have your shoes on your bed! I ironed that quilt!"
Seriously, who irons quilts? Or sheets, or anything someone sleeps on? "No Mum!" I lie, holding my crossed fingers to the world because she's downstairs and can't see them.
Rolling over and glancing at my latest re-read of Queen Tamora's book, Lady Knight, I am touched by a sense of what if? What if I was in one of Tammy's books? Would my life not majorly suck? Would I be like Alanna, stuck between two men? Oblivious like Daine? Denying it like Beka? Or, I muse quietly, loveless like Kel? Which Kel doesn't deserve at all! If I had it my way, I would shake things up a bit. With that thought I rolled over and went to sleeeeep
I was awakened by a sickening rolling movement like I was on a boat. OMG an earthquake! I ran for the door and wrenched at the handle, trying to run for the bathroom and screaming for my parents as loudly as I could. But when I tumbled through the door, I landed in broad daylight, in the middle of a dirt road, the rocking stopped. But then the rumbling kicked up again as around the corner cantered an entire guard escort, two knights, and a boy on a piebald mare. I shrieked and hauled myself to my feet, yelling a swear word that I had learnt in year 10 at school. (A/N I was going to add the swear words in here, but then I remembered that some ppl get really offended by what us ozzies call "everyday" swear words, so what would they think of my yr 10 ones? ;P) My grazed knees bled sluggishly as I threw myself off the road, landing in an undignified heap on my back. OWWWCH. I sat up, mumbling swear words under my breath about how much I hated horses. Suddenly, I froze. A dangerously sharp and pointy object was half an inch from my nose, the head fitted into a wooden pole held by a determined-looking blonde tween wearing a tunic and boots with breeches inbetween. After my initial staring at the spear head like it was hypnotic in case it moved, I glanced up to find myself surrounded by a half dozen now dismounted soldiers with their weapons out and the knights still mounted looking down at me from above. The tall bob-haired brunette one was looking mildly confused at me, although he tried not to show it. The light brown haired man was just looking annoyed at the delay. Meanwhile the brunette's strawberry roan was actually looking at me like I might actually be nice to eat. That was what made it click.
OMG
Taking another look at the hungry war horses rider, I swore under my breath. Looks like my wish came true. I was in the book. That was no guy. It was Lady Knight Keladry of Mindelan.
Yer, so more chapters to come! My first fic actually published and done really quickly so I wouldnt have second thoughts! Please Review!