It was Thursday, a day Samara hated immensely. She hated every day, but Thursdays were really awful. This was because every Thursday was show and tell day at the small elementary school on Moesko Island. Each week she was chastised and given extra homework because she never had anything to show. It wasn't her fault; it was just that she could never seem to find anything good enough to bring. She'd tried to bring her TV once, but it was far too heavy to carry down from her loft bedroom. She'd brought a rock, but it had somehow zoomed out of her hand and broken her teacher's nose. She wasn't allowed to bring animals, but she wouldn't have tried anyways, since they all seemed to hate her. So every week, she came with nothing, and was teased and ridiculed by all of her classmates. Except, that is, for one week, when she found something extraordinary…

Three girls sat on the beach, one gnawing at a milk carton, another reading a strange comic book that seemed to be backwards, and the third staring at the milk carton girl and laughing uncontrollably. Samara looked at them, and wasn't sure whether she should be scared or amused.

"What are you?" She asked after a few minutes. She meant to ask them who they were, but wasn't sure if it was really the right question to ask, especially from the looks of Milk Carton and Insane Laughter.

Reversed Comic Book looked up, startled. She turned around and stared at Samara for a moment, then began to laugh nervously. She nudged the other two girls, and pointed at Samara. Milk Carton looked annoyed.

"Sherry," she said, "would you stop impersonating Samara? It's starting to get a little annoying."

"My name isn't Sherry. It's Samara. Samara Morgan."

By this time, Insane Laughter had stopped laughing. "Whoa, Sherry, you really look like Samara with your hair like that- wait, where are we?" Shelooked at the water, the Morgan Ranch, and Samara, startled. She produced scotch tape out of nowhere and began to deliberately tape her mouth shut.

Milk Carton gasped. "Oh my god! It's my nightmare all over again! SHERRY'S FUSED WITH SAMARA AND NOW SHES GOING TO TURN ABBY INTO A SMURF AND BEAT HER OVER THE HEAD WITH A BREAD STICK!"

"Huh?" Reversed Comic Book stared at her surroundings, was silent for a moment, and then began to yell with barely suppressed rage. "Why! If we had to be stuck in a movie, THEN WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN THE BEYBLADE MOVIE AND NOT THE STUPID RING!"

"Who are you? Why are you here? Why do you keep calling me Sherry? What do you want?" Samara asked, growing more fearful by the second. Now this is something to burn into my diary, she thought.

"Um…" said Insane Laughter, "I'm Abby."

"I'm Katie, and that's Caitlin." Reversed Comic Book motioned to herself, and then Milk Carton. Her mood changed abruptly. "I WANT SCOTT!" She screamed.

Suddenly, a girl dressed in black wearing a ridiculous amount of eye makeup appeared. "Whoa, Katie, PMS much?" She laughed, and disappeared in a flash.

"No, wait, Sherry!" Caitlin whined.

Abby burst out laughing. "I'm so scared I'm laughing! Wait… oh no! I'm turning into Jacob!"

"I WANT SCOTT!" Screamed Katie again.