Hi everyone! so when i was younger i wrote a book about a girl who got sucked into my favorite video game. Yes i'm old school. I love the old stuff, so this takes place back in the 90s. Anyways, I decided I wanted to remake this story and make it a lot better. It has the same character in it, the same name, but shes different. In my original story she was a more high spirited girl. But to make this more dramatic i decided to make her quiet and shy. The idea of the story is the same but I changed some things. now I wasn't able to find the grammar corrector on fanfiction, so i might have lots of typos. So if anyone can tell me how ti find it I would really appriciate it! Okay so here's the first chapter of my story!

Chapter 1

"Its been a wonderful life here in the dragon world. Everyone has been living here peacefully, especially after recovering so much treasure," the old one said.

"I see, so you haven't had any problems?" the reporter asked.

"Nope, we are all happy. Even our youngest and smallest one is playing about."

"What about your enemy? What's his name?"

The old one cleared his throat. "You mean Gnasty Gnork?"

"Yes, has he been any trouble to you?"

The old one chuckled. "Not at all. He's a dumb one. The dumbest of the dumb. The ugliest of the ugly."

The reporter laughed. "Then you have nothing to worry about."

"Trouble! Trouble!" a green colored one ran toward the interview in panic. Somebody has just been turned to stone! A few others have too!"

The old one started to panic with no words as he squirmed in his spot in the green grass.

"Could it be that Gnasty guy?" the reporter asked. But he didn't get an answer. The feared one had immeditally turned to stone, and before the reportere could flee, he recived the same fate. In minutes, everyone was rock solid.

Except for one. One smalll purple colored came out from behind a tower and stared at his kind in sadness. But with determination, he stood up tall. "I can fix this. I will fix this."

"Pass your tests to the person behind you," a voice said.

Two emerald green colored eyes slowly opened and stared at the tall woman in front of the giant chalk board. Children around the room started to pass their papers behind them, and the girl who had just woken up from a classroom nap reiceved a small packet on her desk.

"Angie," a girl whispered behind her.

"What?" The tired girl shook her head and glanced behind her.

"Pass your test to me, we are checking answers."

"Oh." The girl didn't feel too thrilled about it, since she knew that she probably got every answer wrong. It would be no surprise for a girl like her. Studying was not her specialty. But she passed her test down and took a look at the one on her desk.

It was a test by Andrew Jackson, the cutest and smartest boy in the class as far as Angie could see. She had her eyes on him since the beginning of her fitgh grade year but she had never had the courage to talk to him or even give him eye contact.

The girl knew that after checking his answers, he would have every one right. Science was this boys best class, and it was Angie's worst. She nearly groaned as she took out her pen and waited for her teacher, Mrs. Baker to start on the questions and give away the answers.

Why must we do it this way? she thought. I don't want my best friend to know that i fail at this class. Angie glanced behind her again toward her the girl, Olivia, who was now looking down at the papers she gave her.

And then it began. Angie checked every answer on Andrew's paper and not one did she put an X on. He did, as she thought, got every answer right. A+ for him.

Olivia threw the test back up to Angie's test. The girl was afraid to look as she slowly opened her left eyes and then her right. She stared at it and saw all the Xs on her paper. It made her stomach flip, but it was no surprise. She was a dumb girl as for as she was concered.

Olivia could practically see the frown on her friend's face. "Sorry Angile."

"It's fine," she replied quietly before Mrs. Baker went on to the next subject.

Once school was over for the day, Angie gathered her stuff and immeditally threw her test away in the trash. She never wanted to see it again. It was something she did everytime she failed a test.

Mrs. Baker seemed to notice. "Angela," she said as the girl stopped at the door and turned to her. "I would like to have a little word with you."

Angie's stomach flipped once again, and her mind told her to run. But she stayed and layed her eyes on her teacher.

"Iv happened to noticed that you aren't doing your best in any of my classes, Angela."

The girl could only look down at her own feet. She really didn't know what to say to something like that.

"If your grades don't get raised, you won't be able to pass the fith grade."

Angie glanced up at her teacher. "It's okay. I wouldn't like the sixth grade."

"Angela." Mrs. Baker took a seet in her desk and looked at Angie again. "You don't seem too interested in the subjects. I think that is your problem. If your studying something you don't like, then there is no point in trying. Am I right?"

Angie could only shrug, althought she knew that was true. She hated school. She hated studying. She hated tests.

"So this weekend as you go home, I want you to do a project. A project that will raise your grade."

Angie felt aprehensive. She wasn't the best at projects either, mostly because she wasn't good at being organized. "What kind of project?"

Mrs. Baker went through her desk drower and pulled out a sheet of paper. "I want you to do something this weekend. Something that gives you confidense. Perhaps you could go to the beach. Or you could play a sport you like." The teacher began to write things down on the sheet of paper. "I want you to write all about it and take pictures. Or you could draw them, and put them on a poster. And I want it due first thing on Monday.

Angie stopped herself from groaning and took the paper Mrs Baker now handed her. "I'll try."

But trying was never good enough for Angie. Even if she wanted to start on the project, she would get distracted. The first thing she wanted to do when she got home was play on her Playstation. It was what she loved doing best.

And right when she got home, the girl went straight to the book shelf and eyed her games. She had at least ten of them. Three of them she got for Christmas, two of them she most recently got for her birthday. And the rest she bought all with her allounce money. She hadn't had a chance to play the ones she got for her birthday yet, but she was ready to start.

The first one she layed her eyes on was a disney game called Tarzan. She had been asking for it for a long time now and she was about to play it. That was until she felt a hand on her left shoulder.

"Angie," her mother said softly, yet it had a dissappointed tone to it.

Angie didn't like her mother's dissappointed tones, but she started to get use to it, and soon stopped aruging with her. She could never win against her mother even if she tried.

"Your teacher called."

The girl knew it was to be expected Mrs. Baker would call her mom and tell her everything. It wasn't the first time. She didn't turn around to look at her mother; she just stood there silently.

"Angie, this thing with your grades has got to stop. You can do a lot better, I know you can"

Deep down, Angie knew herself that she could do better too, but it just wasn't in her heart. She wished that school would just end now forever so she wouldn't have to worry ever again. School was just not her thing. "I know Mamma," she said.

"I want you to start on this project she mentioned right after dinner. Get a good start on it."

Angie nearly flinched in dissappointment. It meant that she would have to skip her game time and find a topic for her assignment. She wished that she didn't have to do such a thing over her weekend break. The girl nodded though before her mother walked away to continue on the laundry.

Still, Angie wished that somebody else could do the project for her. Or she wished that Mrs. Baker would call, telling her that she changed her mind and that she didn't have to do the project anymore. "I wish that there was no such thing," she said to herself as she put her game away.

After diinner, Angie's father took her to the store to get some supplies for her school project. Her mother told her that if they didn't get it now it wouldn't be there once she thought of a topic. Poster board, construction paper, markers, and glitter were brought home and into the girl's bedroom.

"I wish that things were more exciting, like my games. That all I get to do is play games and have fun."

Even as Angie took her bath, got changed into her pajamas, and sat with her family to watch a movie, she still wished that things were different. Sure, she loved her family, but there was still more she could do with her life.

When Angie went to bed, she stared out her window and sulked. She wasn't looking forwared to starting on her project in the morning, but she knew it couldn't be helped. "I wisih that life was like a video game. That this world was a video game, and that I could do things you do in a video game. That would be great."

But knowing that her dreams would never come true, Angie gave a big sigh and cralled under her covers. "I wish.." she said before falling asleep.

Angie woke up the next morning to a note that her parents took her little sister to gymnastics. It also said that she needed to find something fun to do so she could start on her project. She nearly groaned before pouring herself a glass of milk.

Usually her sisters gymanstics lasted for a couple of hours, so maybe if Angie took a little bit of time to play her new games before starting on her project, her parents would never know. "Besides," she said, "they didn't tell me I couldn't have any fun this weekend."

So after Angie had breakfast, she went to the book shelf to get her games, when she heard a knock on the door. This startled the girl, for she dropped both of her new games and eyed the front door. She waited for another knock, but it didn't come.

The girl gave a sigh, and headed for the door. There was nobody there, which confused her. Was somebody playing a prank on her. But she knew that wasn't the case when she caught her eyes on a small package on the porch in front of the door.

"It's too early for the mail to come," she said before looking both ways to see if somebody was near. But nobody was there. Angie slowly brought her arms down and picked up the box, then took a look to see who it was addressed to.

It had her name on it and nothing else. Not a address, not a sender, not the sender's address. The girl blinked with curiousity before closing the door behind her and bringing the package to the table. "What is it? Who sent it? Why is it for me?"

Angie wondered if it was a gift from her grandparents, since they did send her gifts every once in a while. But usually it would have their name ane return address on. This only had Angie's name and nothing else.

There was only one way to find out what this was. She started wripping the tape off the box. She was surprised yet releived it was easy to open, and as she pulled the coard board flaps up, a bright light entered the girl's eyes.

Angie gasped loudly as she jerked herself away from the table. The lirght was so bright she nearly went blind. She knew for sure that this was no ordinary gift. As the girl looked down, the box was glowing from inside.

She stared at it with awe and slowly placed her hands inside the box, pulling something unusual yet quite familiar to the girl. It was a golden video game controller. Angie gasped, for she had never seen anything to beautiful. Somebody had send her some new game controllers so she could play her games. And it was a lot prettier then her regular grey ones.

But there was no coard at the end. Angie searched the box but couldn't find anything else except for a small letter. This was it, it would be from the sender. Angie would soon find out who had sent this to her. She began to read.

Open your desired, and place it on me, then your journey will begin.

"You'v got to be kidding me," she said. "That's it?" The girl groaned before reading the note again. Open your desired. Did that mean open her game case?

Angie rushed back to the book shelf and picked up one of her games. The one she looked at was called Spyro The Dragon. It was a game she had never played yet so she decided to do what the note said and opened the case.

The girl slowly and careully took out the fragile disc, and brought it to the table where she left her golden game controller. Place it on me. She slowly lowered the dic down to the game controller, which started to glow even brighter before she barely got the disc to touch it.

"What's happening!" Angie felt a rush of energy enter her body, and a random wind entered the room, makingher red pigtails glow back. Angie held the game controller tightly as she scanned the room, which was all bright now. She couldn't see a thing.

She was scared, and called out to her mom and dad, who she knew wouldn't hear her. Nobody could hear her. In minutes, Angie's body lhe house. Her journey bagan.