Disclaimer: All characters, just not the historic characters are figments of my immagination. The historic characters mentioned are changed around so it better fits my story. Some words may not be real words. Reviews (good or bad are) welcome.

Prologue

Mr. Wills is staring at me, wondering what the answer is to the question that I wasn't listening to. Something he really needs to understand, and accept. The reason for my very different attitude towards class time? Different? Yea right, more like everyday, but unlike my usual attention distractions, this time it was caused by the sight in front of me. What is it? Well, it is a human being, one truly hard to the eye. The dude needed a haircut, badly. I think I can see a worm in it...

By the time Mr. Willis starts to walk towards me, I decided to at least try to answer. "Arthur?" I say only to be corrected with a sigh.

"Does anyone else know who Guinevere's father was?" he asks.

The guy in front of me raises his hand and says, "King Leodegrance."

"Preciously, King Leodegrance was the king of the kingdom of Cameliard, located in the South of England. Now according to the Lancelot-Grail Cycle, it is believed that King Leodegrance had a second daughter, one who was out of wedlock, who he also named Guinevere. The fake Guinevere was able to convince the court that her sister is an imposter, therefore sending her sister, the true queen into hiding along with her lover, Lancelot. Later on, the true Guinevere will reclaim her place," says Mr. Willis. "Now take out your books and turn to page two hundred and twenty one, and we will begin our lesson."

I turn to the page, and rest my head on my shoulder, waiting for the lesson to begin. During this, the time is nine fifty five, and Tim, the guy that sits next to me starts to chew his pencil. Not exactly what I enjoy seeing, considering that he always slobbers all over the pencil.

Mr. Willis starts calling on students to read, and I slowly fade into my usual Monday morning sleep.

If I turned my head and looked, I would have noticed that the time now read exactly ten o'clock and that my head rested exactly on the page of a picture of Lancelot and Guinevere. Even more so, the leaves outside mysteriously started spinning, and faintly in the background there was a man with a very long beard. Pointing straight at me.

Chapter One

As I wake up, I start to realize that I wasn't sitting on a hard piece of wood, resting my head upon a table; instead I was lying down, on a bed. Not to mention the silence instead of the sounds of a very angry teacher. But if I had a choice between the table and the bed, I'll go for the table. This bed is as hard as a rock!

That's when I noticed the difference about the room. Nothing that looks like my room, I can tell you that. I couldn't find any clothes lying around, no phones, or even a computer. It looks more like something you would find in a museum.

Hey! Maybe I am in a museum!

I look down, and I noticed the clothes I had on.

"I'M A FREAKING MODEL FOR A MUSEUM?!"

I turn to see who coughed, apparently it's a guy dressed in a blue robe with a weird beard. He looks like my grandpa, well... in weirder clothes. Who'd think someone would look weirder than my grandpa?

"Oh my gosh, did you kidnap me? If you did, I'll...I'll do something to you!"

"Not exactly Ms. Christina. I did kidnap you, but for a good reason."

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"I just do. So now if you would just follow me."

"What? No way. Wait, where am I? What did you do to me?"

"You are Guinevere. In her time period."

"I'M WHO?"

"The queen you were just reading about in history class. That book was really quite inaccurate. Not that you would have noticed, you were sound asleep. In an hour, Arthur will arrive, and you shall be as charming as you possibly can be. Do you understand? I will explain all of this in a minute. But first, I must leave, since your maid seems to be getting closer to the room even as we speak."

I can't even close my mouth. It's just hanging right open. I'm that amazed. One minute I'm falling asleep in history class, the next I'm in some weird time period. I wonder what would happen if I was in math class. I didn't have time to think about it since suddenly the door opens and a girl rushes into the room.

"Sorry your highness for making you wait so long to get dressed."

"Um, that's ok."

Her hair was in a messy bun, and to complete the picture, the girl's wearing a ligh blue skirt tried up with a dark brown apron. The exact picture of someone trying to impress the princess.

"What's your name?" I ask the girl.

"Miss, my name is Eliza. Sorry to rush you, but you must get dressed before your father's guests arrives," answers the girl while pulling out the most butt ugly dress I'd ever seen. Now that's saying much, considering the fact that my math teacher is like 200, who doesn't own a TV, radio, mirror, or anything younger than the age of prehistoric animals.

"Um, Eliza, do you mind getting me something else to wear?"

"But, miss! This is the most fashionest grown you own! After all, you must please the young king!"

"I'll please the young king, I swear. With or without the grown."

"Miss, your father will surely object most strongly!"

"I'll take care of my father, don't you worry 'bout a thing"

"Aye your highness, then you may choose your own grown."

Remembering to be polite, I shouted out a thank you, one unheard or even acknowledged. As she slowly exits the room, I go through all the gowns I have, not really liking any. When the sound of a click was heard from the door, I jump up and start shouting.

"YO, MR.WEIRD-DUDE-THAT DRAGGED-ME-SOMEWHERE-FAR-FAR-AWAY, NOW CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT IN THE WORLD IS HAPPEN-----"