Disclaimer: These characters where not made up by me!they are made by Tamora Pierce or exist!
Aaron Carter woke up suddenly to find himself next to a large tree. "What? Where am I?" he asked himself sleepily.
Of course he should have known he was in Tortall. It was obvious with the castle looming in the distance and so many girls making out with old men. (Sometimes pop stars are a little daft.)
"Hey, narrator1 I had just woken up! How did I know? Give me a break! And that beginning sucked! Let's try that again, OK?"
Ok, all right. I'll start over. Are you happy now, Jesus, spoiling all my fun?
Aaron nodded and fell by the tree. So here we go again:
A towering willow tree draped over the sleeping figure of a blonde boy. His outfit was a little out of place for where he was. Tight leather pants clung to his legs like a guy to a Britney Spear's playboy picture. A black studded muscle shirt covered his far from six-pack torso and his hair had so much gel in it, it could have survived a tornado.
He woke up suddenly. "Dude! Where am I? This is so not my room!"
Aaron Carter yelped.
"Uh, you're in Tortall. And where are you from? Wait, Carthak, right? They wear stupid things there, too!"
A girl with blue-gray eyes and smoky brown curls (as our Tamara points out oh-so-very much in the book) hovered above the pint- sized singer.
"Time-out! Who are you calling pint-sized?"
Oh, get over it, and stop interrupting me! Anyway, as I was saying. Veralidaine Sarrasri was bent down over our very rude Aaron.
"Oh wait, you mean I'm in that Tamara Pierce place? Way weird. I've read fanfic. You are considered a tramp."
Well, Daine was a little confused and replied, "Well, I don't know. We've had a lot of you visitors. Recently we had a visit from Nsync, this group of boys that wore stupid outfits like yours. So, anyway, who are you?"
Aaron looked shocked and retorted angrily, "I am Aaron Carter, brother of Nick Carter. How could you not know me? I am a rising star, made popular only by my good looks and videos with girls screaming which make up for my cheesy lyrics and non-existent singing voice!"
Daine sighed and asked patiently, "Ok, that's just peachy. Look, do you want to meet the king? I have no other idea of what to do with you. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a boy with a dead cow on your legs and a ripped shirt on your stick of a chest." Aaron started to protest when he suddenly wasn't able to talk. "Numair! Darling!"
The black robed mage came flying to Daine after silencing the boy with a spell. "Hello, my Magelet. Who is this? He can't be a boyfriend because he isn't at least 3 years older than you!"
Daine sighed and whispered in Numair's ear. He groaned and said, "Another one of those egotistical freaks? Are they a new species or Immortal?"
The spell was lifted and Aaron jumped to his feet. "Hey, can you people just take me to freaking king? I'm just as confused as you guys. Plus, these pants aren't leather. They're Pleather and they are starting to make me sweat."
Should I make another chapter guys? Tell me! This is my first FanFic! Love, your brand spanking new author!
Aaron Carter woke up suddenly to find himself next to a large tree. "What? Where am I?" he asked himself sleepily.
Of course he should have known he was in Tortall. It was obvious with the castle looming in the distance and so many girls making out with old men. (Sometimes pop stars are a little daft.)
"Hey, narrator1 I had just woken up! How did I know? Give me a break! And that beginning sucked! Let's try that again, OK?"
Ok, all right. I'll start over. Are you happy now, Jesus, spoiling all my fun?
Aaron nodded and fell by the tree. So here we go again:
A towering willow tree draped over the sleeping figure of a blonde boy. His outfit was a little out of place for where he was. Tight leather pants clung to his legs like a guy to a Britney Spear's playboy picture. A black studded muscle shirt covered his far from six-pack torso and his hair had so much gel in it, it could have survived a tornado.
He woke up suddenly. "Dude! Where am I? This is so not my room!"
Aaron Carter yelped.
"Uh, you're in Tortall. And where are you from? Wait, Carthak, right? They wear stupid things there, too!"
A girl with blue-gray eyes and smoky brown curls (as our Tamara points out oh-so-very much in the book) hovered above the pint- sized singer.
"Time-out! Who are you calling pint-sized?"
Oh, get over it, and stop interrupting me! Anyway, as I was saying. Veralidaine Sarrasri was bent down over our very rude Aaron.
"Oh wait, you mean I'm in that Tamara Pierce place? Way weird. I've read fanfic. You are considered a tramp."
Well, Daine was a little confused and replied, "Well, I don't know. We've had a lot of you visitors. Recently we had a visit from Nsync, this group of boys that wore stupid outfits like yours. So, anyway, who are you?"
Aaron looked shocked and retorted angrily, "I am Aaron Carter, brother of Nick Carter. How could you not know me? I am a rising star, made popular only by my good looks and videos with girls screaming which make up for my cheesy lyrics and non-existent singing voice!"
Daine sighed and asked patiently, "Ok, that's just peachy. Look, do you want to meet the king? I have no other idea of what to do with you. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a boy with a dead cow on your legs and a ripped shirt on your stick of a chest." Aaron started to protest when he suddenly wasn't able to talk. "Numair! Darling!"
The black robed mage came flying to Daine after silencing the boy with a spell. "Hello, my Magelet. Who is this? He can't be a boyfriend because he isn't at least 3 years older than you!"
Daine sighed and whispered in Numair's ear. He groaned and said, "Another one of those egotistical freaks? Are they a new species or Immortal?"
The spell was lifted and Aaron jumped to his feet. "Hey, can you people just take me to freaking king? I'm just as confused as you guys. Plus, these pants aren't leather. They're Pleather and they are starting to make me sweat."
Should I make another chapter guys? Tell me! This is my first FanFic! Love, your brand spanking new author!