"WHAT?!?!?!?" I shrieked. One of the boys covered his ears.

"What do you mean, what?" the oldest, the one that sounded really educated asked.

"You mean to tell me," I said in between deep breaths, "That I'm in Tortall?"

"Why do you find that so hard to believe?" the girl asked. I really have to learn their names, I thought.

"Okay, you guys, what did Jess and Juls pay ya to play this prank? Tell them that it didn't work, that they missed April Fool's Day, and that they should do the world a favor and kill themselves."

"Huh?" one of the other boys--who just happened to be able to put Michael Haeliey, THE hottest boy at our school, to shame-- asked.

"Either you guys belong on Broadway or you're telling the truth. I'm going for the former." Dad had always called me the two s's and the c--stubborn, set-in-my-ways, and cynical. "Guess you were right, Dad," I muttered. No one heard me.

"What's that mean?" the girl asked.

"You actually expect me to belive that I'm in Tortall, home of Alanna the Lioness, Daine the Wildmage, Numair Samalin, King Jonathan the III, a total jackass for reasons that will later be explained, Queen Thayet, Baron George of Pirate's Swoop, Keladry of Mindelan, Neal of Queenscove, Owen of Jesslaw, Merric of Hollyrose, Faleron of King's Reach, Seaver of Tasride, Prosper of Tameron, Cleon of Kennan, Raoul of Goldenlake, Gareth of Naxen, ect., ect.,?"

"How does she know all our names?" the oldest one asked.

"Okay, this is a total guess on the name, but Neal, honey, NOT NOW!!!! I'm dealing with my mid-teenage-life crisis here!"

"Well, that would explain why you're so cynical."

"Dear, being cynical is one of my charms."

"You don't have many," a big redhead muttered.

"I HEARD THAT!" I shouted. "Just so that you know, I am totally pissed at the entire world right about now, so it might be a good idea not to get me mad!"

"Let's just get you to the palace," the really handsome one said.

"Fine. Can you guys introduce yourselves or something?" It turned out I was right about Neal, and the "really handsome one" was Faleron of King's Reach.

"So," Kel said after they were done. "How do you know our names?"

"Ummm.....I'm psysic?" I said quickly. Neal raised his eyebrow.

"Damn," I muttered. "I never was good at lying." Get ready for this... In our world, you don't exist. You're a fragment of someone's immagination. There are books about you guys."

"All of us?" Prince Roald asked.

"No, just the Lioness, the Wildmage, and Kelly-Girl here."

"Why about them and not us?" Owen complained.

"Cuz' you're not special," I told him bluntly.

"That was meeeeaaaaan!!" he said in a teary voice.

"Whach ya gonna do, run to Mommy, Sir Crybaby?" Owen and I didn't get off to a good start, what with him attacking me and all.

"Hey!"

"WOULD ALL OF YOU STOP IT ALREADY!!!!!" Kel yelled.

"Kel, I didn't know you could scream that loud," Neal commented.

Kel looked at him, took several deep breaths, and then said, in a very quiet, icy voice, "Neal, if you don't help me get Laurie and Owen to the palace, without killing each other, then I'll tell Lord Wyldon and Lady Alanna what I saw you doing with Lady Jeminia in the hall last night."

Neal went pale while a lot of squires laughed, and a few whistled. "How'd you find out about that?"

"That's not the topic at hand. Laurie, do you have any of the books with you?"

"I would if my bag was here..." I yelled happily when I saw my backpack, loaded with sleepover stuff, by a tree. "Here," I handed Kel Page. "This one's about you."

She turned to page one and started showing it to the boys.

"Uhhh, Kel, I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Why not?" she asked.

"There might be some stuff you might not want them to see."

"As in?"

"The very end of chapter three."

She turned to the end of chapter three, being careful the boys didn't read over her shoulder, gasped, and shut the book. "Is there a lot of...things....I might not want people to know?"

"Chapter four, near the middle somewhere, chapter five, seventh page..."

"I get the idea!" then she turned to the boys. "NO ONE reads this, got it? NO ONE." She turned back to me. "Can you ride?" she asked.

"Course I can. Which horse am I on?"

"Better go with Faleron."

"And that would be..?"

Faleron pointed to a beautiful chesnut mare tied to a tree. I went up to the horse and paused in front of her. "Okay, Makensri," I muttered. "Left foot, left side, first." I got up and clumsily mounted the horse. Someone behind me was laughing. "Quit it!" I told them. "It's been like ten years since I've done this!" They stopped laughing.

Faleron got up behind me. "Don't mind Cleon," he told me. "He laughs at everyone."

"Thanks," I said."

We got to the palace, a twenty minute ride, without me and Owen ripping each other to pieces. Kel and I went to her room, while some of the boys went to talk with Lord Wyldon.

"So," I asked. "Who's you knight-master?"

"Sir Raoul,"

"HAHA!!!! Yes Juls, there's ten bucks for me! We made a bet," I explained.

"Who's Juls?"

"Jessica Markson and Julia Pirytea were best friends back home. I was going to a sleepover with them when I got zapped here."

"Ah," she commented.

After we got to her room, a woman with dark brown hair came into the room. "My lady, did you have fun on your ride?"

Kel sighed. "Yes, I had fun, Lalasa, and please stop calling me, 'my lady.'"

"All right, my lady. Who's this?"

I shook her hand. "Laurie Makensri, pleased ta meet cha."

"Lalasa Isran."

"Cool."

So Kel and Lalasa sat and talked on the bed, and I sat down next to them and looked through my bag. I had my sheepies (my pjs), a t shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks for the next day, a blue mini-dress and a silver blouse and short black skirt we were going to wear just to be weird, my tiny make-up kit (I hated the stuff), and books, CDs, tons of batteries, a deck of cards, the candy we were going to play poker for, and, for some reason, the necklace Grandma had given me before Dad died. Then Owen came into the room. He glared at me, then said to Kel, "She's supposed to meet the king now."

"The KING?" Kel and I said at once, Kel anxoius, me excited.

"Yes, the KING."

"Jonathan III?" I asked.

"Yes, him."

"Oh, good," I said, rubbing my hands together and grinning michieviously. "There are a few things I want to say to him...."


Authors Note: Told ya it'd be longer! Thank you to all of those who reviewed. And to Elli, maybe I will kill Owen. Think I should have him eaten by spidrens? And Mel!, I'll try to make it different. I already wrote the ending to the story and it doens't seem similar. Anyway, when I posted the last one, I forgot the annoying disclaimer. So here it is! And please review!

Annoying Disclaimer: I don't own anyone except Laurie, and the plot. I'm not going to put up any more of these because they annoy me. Bye!