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A/N: SCHOOL'S OUT, FOR, THE SUMMER! SCHOOL'S OUT, FOR, EVER! HAHAHA I am on a natural (and coca-cola®) high, and well this may be a little nutty or whatever, but bear with me because ::in a mocking tone:: I'm done with school! I'm done with school! HAHAHA! Freedom! Well cheerios for now enjoy my loverly poem!

La (running title)

Oh!!!!!!!! Well in the land of Tortall,

There sat a little portal.

Where a youngin' fell plum in,

And that's where we begin.

See this sprout ended up,

In someone's coffee cup,

In a new land she didn't know,

Where no rosters did crow.

All 'round she saw metal towers,

And people who had many powers,

For they were riding without horses,

Which people were calling 'Porches'.

Now our 'lil Tortallian girl,

Saw things that could make her hurl,

But she was stubborn and dead set,

And would make it so don't you fret.

Now this little girl's all grown up,

Drinking from the coffee cup,

Writing books left and right,

About that wonderful lady knight.

But her readers do not know,

That her books are nonfiction-it's so!

She writes her countries history,

From a place that is a mystery,

On accounts of her dear old friends,

But the truths she doesn't bend.

Yes, there really was an Alanna,

With hubby George and friend Jon-a,

And Daine sure saved the day,

As Numair paved the way.

And yes, there was a Kel,

Neal, Cleon and Lalasa as well,

Of course Thayet, Gary and Buri,

Were in on all the fury.

 And K'miri, Yamani and Bazhir,

Are all real races with no fear,

And Scanra and Carthak,

Are bad countries that did attack.