Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. I do not own any of these characters… except for Kylie. I don't even own Verizon. This is really kind of depressing.
Kylie Turney picked up her tennis bag and went into the gift shop at the Seattle airport. How had she done it? Fourteen years old, barely in High School, yet she had helped her school qualify for the statewide tennis tournament. Definitely an enormous accomplishment, if she did say so herself.
Of course, she had been playing this sport for… as long as she could remember. Her dad had played in college when he met her mom, and it would be very accurate to say that she had grown up playing tennis, and had developed very good hand-eye coordination. Every Saturday when she was in Elementary school, her father would take her out to the local YMCA and throw balls at her. Now this seems sort of pointless, but it all really helped her develop a real sense of speed. Kylie could sprint across the tennis court faster than most of her teammates. This made her a favorite of the tennis coaches and desirable for all the others. All the other coaches had tried to recruit her in Middle School, but Kylie had learned her lesson after the track fiasco when she was eleven. It began with a burst of speed and ended with a mild concussion and cracked rib.
The thing that surprised most people who had never met Kylie was her clumsiness. Yes the up and coming Varsity tennis star, the girl who had nearly swept the Seattle County young adults tournament was a total klutz. On the court, Kylie showed amazing coordination. Off court, let's just say the Emergency Room team in North Presbyterian hospital knew her by name. It started when she was three. She had gotten her first tricycle and was more than eager to try it out. Little Kylie paddled down the road and collided with an open car door. That was her first trip to the ER.
"Flight 13 ready for departure," announced the robotic voice on the intercom.
Kylie's jaw dropped (along with the bag of M&Ms she had been holding). Oh no, that was her flight! She picked up her tennis bag and sprinted. She needed to make this flight; every person associated with Liberty High Varsity Tennis was on this plane. Go figure she would choose the gift shop on the other side of the airport! She had to make it!
Kylie made it to the gate right as the flight attendants shut the door. The plane was leaving. No, this was not possible! She couldn't be left here, stranded!
"Stop! Stop!" she yelled.
But as she approached the edge of the hall, the strap on her bag broke. The bag hit the floor and Kylie felt herself falling over. Not just over her bag, but out of the gate! Screaming, she went down… down… down… until Kylie crashed onto the cement about ten to fifteen feet below.
She opened her eyes, expecting a little headache and the all too familiar white ceiling of the hospital. To her surprise, she was outside, lying face down on something. It was a pool of water, and Kylie wondered why she hadn't drowned. There were annoying insects all around her, biting her everywhere. She quickly stood up and turned away, grasping for the miraculously fixed strap on her bag. Panicking, she opened it and grabbed her cell phone to call home. Nothing. She dialed her mom's cell phone. Still nothing! She looked at her phone and saw that there was no service.
"What?" she cried out. "Where on Earth does Verizon not have service?"
But she was not on Earth.
A/N: I just wanted to come back and start editing for the sake of consistency. I just wanted to make sure that my style's relatively consistent throughout the story.