Dimensions of Fiction
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This is a profile is a fanfiction itself. Read the profile and follow her journeys into new worlds. My main account is Ironic-Sarcasm.

I sat in the Barnes&Nobles by my house, reading a Chobits manga I had just bought. I decided I needed more books when I got up and strolled over to the "Fiction" section. I thumbed through some books but found nothing interesting. Then, something shiny caught my eye. I liked shiny things. I turned and found it was only a book wrapped in plastic. Usually those books had nude pictures in them, but this book looked far too old to have anything like that in it. I picked it out of the shelf and scratched at the plastic. I looked at the deep crimson book and read the gold embossed title, Dimensions of Fiction.

"Maybe it's a book that tells you how to write fiction," I wondered aloud. I did that a lot. I looked at the back for a summary, but there was none. That was odd.

"Excuse me, miss." I turned to a man that was a complete mess. He was out of breath, his oxford shirt was un-tucked on one side, there was dirt on his face, and he was in a nervous tremble. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Can I help you?" I asked. The blonde man fumbled and pulled out his wallet from his pocket. His face reddened as he pulled out a twenty dollar bill.

"Y-Yes, I'd like to buy that book. May I please? I've been looking everywhere for it," the thin man explained. He was so nervous; he looked as if he's break.

I gave the poor man a weak smile. "Sorry, sir, but this book has caught my interest. I was planning on buying it myself. You see, I'm an aspiring author and this thing just might help."

The man jumped and squeaked. I looked around, embarrassed to be near him. "Pl-Please, miss! I need that book! I'll be willing to pay you for it!"

I looked from our isle to the next. Some employees were looking at us, obviously fighting about who should go over to us and as us what was wrong. None of them wanted to.

I turned towards the man and scowled, "Willing to pay a hundred bucks?" I asked in a fierce whisper.

He began sweating and stuttered, "N-No..."

"Well, that's how much money I spent today on these," I held up three heavy plastic bags of manga and waved them. "You give me a hundred bucks and I'll give you this book."

His face fell and he opened his mouth to speak, but I pushed him out of my way towards the check-out counter. He followed me.

"That book isn't what you think it is! It's something completely different!" he was still trying to stop me. I rolled my hazel eyes and stopped at the counter, putting it in front of the lady. "Please, I'll buy it for twice its value!"

"Stop it! A man your age shouldn't be making a scene." I buried my face in my hands, wondering why this man was so fierce about this book. Maybe it was a collector's edition.

"That will be twenty-five ninety-nine," said the lady behind the counter. I pulled out my Jack Skellington wallet and pulled out a twenty and a ten. I handed them to the lady along with my rewards card. After I paid and received my change and receipt, I turned to the man with the best glare I could.

"If you want it so much, put it on back-order." I turned and ran out the door, hoping he wasn't going to follow. I wiped out my trusty cellular telephone and called my mom, telling her to pick me up at Michaels, which was the closest store to Barnes&Nobles. I entered and hid, making sure the man wouldn't find me until my mom had picked me up.

I told her my story and she asked if I wanted to file a police report. I told her it was no big deal and that I could have handled it myself, but she continued to worry and fuss. I leaned against the car window and stared at myself in the passenger side mirror, regretting that I had told my loving mother.

You see, I'm an average junior student that is a sixteen-year-old girl who loved anime, manga, vampires, fantasy, magic, and anything else of the sort. I was considered weird and an outcast in my last school. But my new school, a Performing Arts High School, I fit right in. It's amazing how many people have the same interests as me.

This book was pretty much a third ticket to fitting in. I needed to have something accomplished, since I, myself, didn't think I really should have gotten into the school. I did horrible in my audition and messed up every monologue that was assigned to me in my theatre class. I needed to give myself something that made me feel like I belonged there.

Writing a book isn't necessarily an art, but it could give me a few pointers in my academic classes. I absolutely love writing.

When I got home, I wanted to read the new book I got and dive into my manga. I jumped onto my bed and dumped my crap load of books. I smirked as it covered more than half my bed. I hoped my bookshelf wouldn't break from the tension and weight of it all.

I took out the plastic-covered book that was Dimensions of Fiction and bit at the plastic covering. When it broke, I finally ripped the plastic off and opened to the cover page, running my hand over the old, yellowing paper. There was no name for the author, not even a pen name.

I turned to the first page.

My name is Dimitri Falsetto. This is a secret between the reader and myself. If you can't keep it, stop reading. If you can, I'll show you. I'll trust you. Please give me a small, fresh blood sample right at the bottom of the page.

I turned to the next page, but it was blank. I thumbed through it, but every page was blank. Charging me twenty-six dollars for a journal? There must be more. This book was strange and quite absurd, but I was willing to give it a shot. I took the safety pin off of my Jack Skellington sweatshirt that was torn and frayed at the sleeves and pricked my callused thumb deep enough to give blood. I pressed my thumb onto the thumb print at the bottom of the page. There were blood stains from previous readers, but they were dry and crusted. I thought I could be safe from transmitted diseases.

To my amazement, my blood seeped right into the page, disappearing completely. I wondered vaguely if this was a magic-trick book.

Then, I realized it wasn't a trick when more words appeared.

Hello, Miss Mary Kathrine McLaine. I believe I can trust you not to abuse the power of this book with your friend, Miss Brittany Nichole. (Alright, this part scared the shit outta me and made me a believer despite the words that appeared out of thin air. How could a book know my first and last name and my best friend's name? Scary shit...) But I do ask that you try this out before running to her, will you? I think you will. I believe you will find better use for this book than anyone else. You may try it out now; the pages are full of words and full of life.

Enter the hidden dimensions of fiction. Enter worlds other then your own, but remember: The characters are not fiction where they live. They are as real as you are.

The first chapter was about how the worlds worked and how to enter the worlds. This was totally unreal. I needed to know more. I read the book, forgetting my many new manga.

I jumped onto my floor and threw my pink and blue butterfly chair onto my bed and clothes and book. I pushed even more clothes out of the way and took the chalk I stole from school and dropped to my knees. I took the book and followed the pattern the book provided. It looked like an alchemic circle from Fullmetal Alchemist, only even smoother and very complex.

Maybe this thing was legit. If it wasn't, oh well. The book said I had twenty-four hours in my world until I had to go back home. In the other worlds, time could move slower or faster. A timer would appear on my body to tell me how much longer I had left.

I pricked more holes into my fingers and put all ten of them in the designated spots on the circle and chanted the odd, Latin charm that reminded me horribly of Harry Potter in a good way. I waited for something to happen and when it did, I was scared beyond words. The light that was on my face was terrifying and unusual. Then, I found myself surrounded by a circle of doors. I wondered what they were doing there before I noticed there were no walls. All there was was white nothingness and the doors.

To be continued in...

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