Life has always been complicated for me. When you have two identities, one a crazy Connect Three fangirl in an advanced program with failing grades, the other a princess from another dimension, well, you get the idea. I guess I should start from the beginning. I guess I've always really known that I was… different… but the day I found out that my homeland was under attack, and I had been sent to this world to protect me, well, that *wasn't* the best news I've ever gotten. It all started as a regular school day at my junior high. Get on bus, get on homework, and desperately try to finish the algebra I knew I should've done last night. My dark and depressing BFF Holly sighed and turned on her itouch. My other friend, Megan, Got on the bus, which was rare, and rolled her eyes.

"You said you finished last night!" She exclaimed with a slight pout.

"About that…" I replied, not looking up from the equation I was supposed to be changing from point slope form to standard form, yet failing miserably at. Who (Besides my Math Teacher Mr. Flert (btw, what type of name is that?!), or any math teacher, they don't count as human…), actually cared if Ax+By=C?! SERIOUSLY! Any way, my day started of normal. It all went wrong when I went to the softball fields. See, I had been kicked out of girls basketball for my F in Social studies, and had nothing to do for the hour I was waiting for my friends practice to be over. So I walked over to the fields and sat doy on the pitching plastic on the far field. I thought I heard something behind me, and thinking it was my other BFFL, Sarah, I turned around. Of course, life is never that simple. Behind me was what looked like one of those portal things you see in the sci fi movies (Not that I'd be caught dead watching one of those, my mom is like a star trek addict.. it's kinda scary…). Well, being the idiot I was, I decided to walk through it. I mean, I had nothing better to do, besides my math (hehehe). I walked into the floor. Yep, the floor. I guess the dimensions didn't align perfectly, I never really figured it out. The floor was a cold white marble.

"What the crappers?! WHY is there a *FLOOR* right here?" I yelled. I brushed myself up as I got of the floor. I realized something was wrong. I stopped, and brushed down again.

"HOLY SHITZOU!" I exclaimed. "WHY THE HELL AM I WEARING A DRESS!!! AND MY CONVERSE!!! OH NO!! MY CONVERSSEEE!!!!" (I'm slightly attached to my converse as you can see…) I looked up and realized there was a guy watching me.

"Uh…. Hi." I said, blushing. I mean, this guy looked like he belonged here and depending on how long he'd been standing there he may or may not have seen be fall on my face out of nowhere, freak out about the dress, and heard me yell about something that had probably never graced the are of anywhere near where he lived. I mean, that sounds pretty much like something that an escaped asylum patient would say. But instead, he just smiled at me.

"Hi, We've been waiting for you." He said lightly. His eyes flicking where no guys eyes should be flicking. I decided then that I hated him.

"Uh… stalker much?" I muttered, apparently louder then I had expected. He chuckled.

"This way You highness." He said as bowed and held out his arm. I glared at him.

"I can walk by myself thank you very much." He laughed again.

"Of course." I was lead outside the palace-castle-thing onto a clear spot of grass.

"Here is your room." He said as he waved his arm in a general motion around the clearing.

"Uhh…. I live outside?" I commented. I heard him chuckle again. This guy was really starting to get on my nerves. Since he wasn't saying anything I walked around the clearing. Once I was in about the middle I saw something I hadn't seen before. A single thread hanging from nothingness. I glanced over at the man and he nodded. I pulled the string and had the strange sensation of nausea and someone repeatedly poking you in the stomach (you know you understand) as I saw the ground disappear and a carpet materialize.

"Sweetness in a bottle!!" I exclaimed as I looked around and went to the window. I could see the man still on the ground. I decided I could get used to this place, no matter what type of trouble it would bring. I would later regret this decision very, very much.