CHAPTER ONE

Carly and Sam were at their school, Ridgeway high. They were both by their lockers, which were near each other. "I still can't believe that he gave me an F on my Biology test." Sam complained loudly. "Just because I got all of the wrong answers doesn't mean I should get an F."

"Maybe you should just try bribing him to give you an A." Carly suggested playfully."

"Nope," Sam said, taking Carly's wild suggestion seriously. "An A would sound too suspicious. A B at least. And besides, where am I gonna get the money?" Sam said resignedly.

"I don't know." Carly said. "Your allowance, maybe?"

"Nah." Sam admitted, "You know I always spend it all on beef jerky."

"Yeah." Carly said. "Just couldn't help prodding a little bit."

At that moment, Freddy walked by. "Hello, people," Freddie said. "Or should I say, Person and Sam."

"You already used that insult, nub-brain." Sam said. "Now, you got any meat?"

"No," Freddie said, a little repulsed. "And even if I did, I wouldn't share it with you."

"No, you wouldn't share it with me." Sam agreed. "You would give it all to me,"

"And if I didn't?" Freddy challenged.

"Then I would force you to." Sam said smugly. Then she waltzed into the teacher's lounge, picked a leg off of a chicken, and began to eat it.

"Wow. Where do you find the nerve to do things like that, Sam?" Asked an astonished Carly.

"She's goanna get caught, just watch." Freddie said smugly. Sure enough, Mr. Howard walked into the teacher's lounge, while reading something on his phone. Before he looked up, Sam placed the chicken bone into Freddie's hand, gave it a pat, and walked off as if it had never happened.

Mr. Howard looked up from his phone, and shouted, "Freddy Benson! How dare you soil the teacher's lounge food!? Now I have to throw it all away, because I don't know how much of the chicken you drooled on or licked!"

"Mr. Howard," Freddy stammered, "I didn't do- It's not my fault- You don't-"

"No! You will serve a two hour detention after school, and that's final!"

Freddy angrily chucked the chicken bone at the wall. It ricocheted off the wall, and hit Sam on the head. Freddy turned and fled the scene, just before Sam whirled around like a coyote, and screamed,

"Okay! Who threw the chicken bone?"

Carl looked worried, and said, "Maybe you should calm down…"

Sam ignored her as she eyed the hall menacingly. When nobody answered, she ran up and slapped Gibby hard on the face.

Gibby was quiet for a second, while he felt his cheek with his hand. "Oww," He said.

"Yeah, it stings, doesn't it?" Sam said, as she grabbed hold of his shirt collar.

"Yes. It does." Gibby said frankly.

"That's what you get for throwing that chicken bone at my head."
"I didn't throw it!" Gibby said.

"Oh yeah? Then who did?" Sam challenged.

"Freddy did. You put the chicken bone in his hand in the first place."

"Oh…" Sam said, sheepishly letting go of Gibby's shirt collar. She walked quickly out of the room.

Carly sighed, knowing that Freddy was gonna get an unpleasant surprise from Sam. "Oh, Gibby," She said. "Why did you have to tell her it was Freddy?"

Gibby argued, "She had me by the shirt collar! I do whatever I have to do to take care of number one!" He accented the 'number one' by taking off his shirt, patting himself roughly on the chest, and giving a manly grunt.

Carly groaned, and exited the hall. As she turned the corner, she ran right into the magician girl who asked Freddy out to the girl's choice dance.

"Carly!" She screamed suddenly.

"Ahh!" Carly screamed in fright. Then she screamed, "What!?" When she didn't answer immediately, she screamed, "Why are we screaming?"

Finally, the girl said "Come," And beckoned Carly to her locker. She did the combination. Then, much to Carly's astonishment, she clambered through the locker door, and disappeared into her locker.

"Okay… that was weird." Carly said. "How are you fitting inside your locker?"

"Come see for yourself," Came the cryptic reply. Carly sighed, and bent over to look into the locker. To her surprise, the locker was impossibly spacious inside. She squeezed through the tiny threshold, and landed into what appeared from the inside to be a fortune teller's tent.

"Magically enlarged?" Carly asked.

"Yes," The girl answered. "Now, I have brought you here, because I was getting a strong signal from you."

Carly frowned, and said, "Are you sure it's not my laptop?" She retrieved her laptop from her backpack, and held it up. " I have long-distance wi-fi" She explained.

"No, I am positive. The signals are coming from your mind."

"My mind?" said worriedly. She grabbed her head in her hands and shut her eyes tight. She then spoke in the manner that one would reprimand an unruly pet, saying, "No! Bad mind! Stop sending signals!"

She stopped for a second, then thumped herself hard in the forehead.

"Oww!" She complained. "I hope my mind felt it, because I sure did!"

"Relax," the strange girl said. "All that I mean is that you have a touch of destiny in you,"

"Okay…english please?" Carly said.

"You will travel to a distant world, a world quite like ours, but quite different as well."

"Sure." Carly said. She was more than a little wierded out. She wanted nothing more than to escape the awkward situation. "Well, I need to go and feed my pet turtle." Carly lied. It was a pretty random lie, but it was all she could come up with.

"Turtle." The other girl said. "What's its name?"

"Oh, you know," Carly stalled. "It's name is… turt…turd…turdy."

"Turdy?" The other girl asked, unconvinced. "You named you pet after a turd?"

"Yeah! Why not!?!" Carly asked defensively, even though she had no such turtle. "He's small, and brown. So I called him turdy."

On that awkward note, Carly Shay squeezed out of the locker, and ran home, as this little encounter had caused her to miss her buss. She arrived home, huffing and puffing, and out of breath. Her hair was all messed up by the wind. She opened the door to her apartment, and saw something that made her gasp- her eyes wide, and her hands to her wide O shaped mouth.

Her big brother, Spencer, was working on a strange project, quite unlike anything that he had ever created before. It took her breath away.

Spenser turned to her, and said, "Maybe the fanfiction readers will find out what I'm making if they review this chapter!"