Well, I fell kinda stupid writing this, Grace. I guess my only thought right now is that you are reading this. Damn, I hope someone's reading this, otherwise I might go crazy. So here is my story: buckle up, you're in for one wild ride Gracie!

Anyway, before today, my life was pretty good. I made decent grades, I was a cheerleader, and I had the best friend a girl could ask for(yes, yours truly!) But what I didn't know was that I was… I'm not exactly sure, but Bobby calls us Travelers, so that's what I'll go with.

You know Bobby Pendragon, right? He lives on the end of the Ave, near Garden Burger. Well, he's the guy who introduced me to all this crazy stuff, and he told me to tell you to ask his wife Courtney if you had any questions. I can only assume he told her everything.

My one wish right now is that I get to live to see my sixteenth birthday in September. Given everything that has happened to me lately, it's not looking too good. But enough with the gloom. You want to know what happened. Well, here goes.

It started yesterday. I was getting ready for the big cheer meet in the Town Center on the Ave. I was getting out of the shower, my hair wrapped in a imitation of a turban. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. I figured it was one of the squad coming to tell me to hurry up.

"Hang on!" I called. "Let me get dressed!"

I ran upstairs, throwing on the first clothes I saw, a plain purple t-shirt and a jean skirt. I slipped on my tennis shoes and grabbed my cheer bag, and headed for the door.

"I'm- coming," I faltered. Wanna know the reason why? Because the person at the door wasn't one of the squad. It wasn't even a woman. It was Bobby Pendragon.

The first thought that came into my head was uh oh. What on Earth was Bobby Pendragon doing on my front porch?

"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Hi, Mr. Pendragon. What are you doing here?"

"I need your help with something, Kylie," he says. "Come with me."

What in the world was going on? I asked. "Why?" I hoped I didn't sound suspicious. Knowing me, I'm pretty sure I did. But he was nonplussed.

"We might not have much time," he says. "If you don't come with me, many people will die. I'll explain on the subway."

I know, I know. I was stupid for following him. But something was… I don't know. It just felt right to go with Bobby.

"Why don't we pass the formalities. I won't call you Miss Owen if you don't call me Mr. Pendragon, deal, Kylie?" he asks when we are on the train. "After all, we're going to be doing a lot together. Call me Bobby"

O-kay, that sounded creepy-stalkerlike. I was getting more nervous by the second. Luckily, this was one of the faster trains to New York. I quickly surmised that that was where we were going.

"Could you please tell me what is going on here?" I ask. He sighs, and hands me a ring.

"I promise you this, Kylie. Whatever happens, stick with me and you'll be safe. I swear. Okay? This ring will help you with what we're doing. Is that enough for now?"

It certainly wasn't, but I could tell that that was about all the explanation I was going to get for now.

After about twenty minutes, Bobby indicated that it was time to get off the train. We got off and he led me to where a small grey Volvo was parked about a block from the place.

"Get in," he says. I got in the passengers seat, and we drove through the evening of New York.

I quickly guessed where we were headed: the bad part of town. I knew it when we passed over the Bronx Expressway bridge. As soon as we passed it, the houses became old and abandoned. I could only form one word: bad.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Sub station," he replies. Sure enough, after about five minutes more of driving, we stopped in front of a very old and abandoned train station.

"Should we leave the car here?" I worry. Car with the keys in the ignition. Anyone here might take advantage of that.

"It's fine," Bobby replies. "You should leave your bag here." Leaving my cheer bag, I followed Bobby down the stairs into the station.

"There's no trains here," I say.

"We don't need a train," he says. "If something happens and we're separated, keep going about thirty feet down track 4, and you'll see a door. It'll be marked with a star. Step in and say Hogwarts, allright."

Whatever Hogwarts was, I nodded my head. We followed the tracks to the end of one, then two, three. About halfway down four, we were stopped. It was a policeman with khaki brown clothes on. He was on duty.

"What are you two doing down here," he asks. I look around for an exit. I see several rabid dogs.

"Bobby," I say, pointing to one.

"Oh, no," he says, "Quigs."

"What?" asks the police officer.

"You know perfectly well what, Saint Dane," Bobby says. "You made them after all."

And suddenly, the officer transforms. His hair grows long and dirty blonde, his clothes turn into an expensive navy suit. And the weirdest thing was his eyes. They were a grey-blue color, and they seemed to pulse with power. Whoever this guy was, he wasn't normal. I knew that with absolute certainty.

"What gave me away?" he asks.

"Same thing as last time," says Bobby. "You really don't learn from your mistakes, do you Saint Dane?"

"I learned enough to know to kill you on sight," says Saint Dane.

"Kylie, go," Bobby says. "The door, Hogwarts. Quickly!"

Instead of arguing, I run for track four, with Saint Dane and Bobby after me. My path is blocked by a dog. Bobby runs behind me. He pushes the dog aside and we continue running.

I kept running, searching for a door with a star symbol.

"Here it is, Kylie," Bobby says, gesturing. "The flume's here!"

"What?"

"Tell you later, come on!'

I hurry over, where Bobby's opened the door. "I'll keep Saint Dane back until you're gone. I'll be there right after you, okay?"

"Okay," I say. "Wait, now?"

"Yes, now!" Bobby exclaims. "Now I know how Uncle Press felt my first time on the flumes."

Instead of paying attention to him, I said, "Hogwarts!" as loudly as I can. At first, nothing happens. Then, a small humming sound begins. The beat gets faster and faster. Then, incredibly, the tunnel began to wriggle. It was a worm. Then, suddenly, the stone changed from stone gray to bright white. It looked like a diamond mine had formed instantly from my words. It gave everything in the tunnel, which was just me, a bright, almost supernatural glow.

It was so amazing for a minute I didn't pay attention to anything else. The music grew louder. There was no tune, just a jumble of notes that seemed to go together perfectly. The speed grew. Suddenly, I felt a weird sensation. It wasn't unpleasant, just weird. I looked around me and realized the tunnel was pulling me through it! It felt almost like a waterslide. Nothing I did could stop it, and the music got louder. I felt weightless.

I fell for a trap, Grace. What I didn't know was that worse was to come.

AN: How did I do? I am a huge fan of Pendragon, and wanted to do a new generation of Travelers. Please continue reading. It's going to be in the same format as the original books, alternating between Kylie and her friend Grace. Please continue to read and tell me what you think. And review!