Dear readers: This is my first FanFic, but hopefully it won't suck to bad... anyway, the basic summary is that three unlucky (or lucky, you decide...) teenagers get sucked into the exciting world of Tamora Pierce, actually they get sucked into Tortall, but they find that it will be more trouble than they thought to actually get back to this world... Oh ya, I guess I should mention that this story will take place from different points-of-views, and also that I have no idea where this story is going. If anyone has done a story like this, I assure you, my version is purely accidental. I do not own any of Tamora Pierce's characters because they belong to her. Also, any familiarity with any of my own characters to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental... Here we go!

Hello! My name is Alexander. I am an average (well, at least I think I am...) teenager of 17, 17 and a half if you want to be technical... Anyway, back to me, if you haven't figured it out yet, first of all you're an idiot, and second of all, I am a boy. I have Hispanic skin that I thankfully inherited from my mother and my father's mahogany hair, which I usually bleach just for the heck of it. I am average height, okay fine, I'm shorter than average, but only slightly, have dark brown eyes and, if I do say so myself, a rather muscular build. I am writing this story down because, frankly, I don't know if we will live to see the ripe old age of twenty, and second of all, I am REALLY bored and Phiona said that if I don't leave her alone she'll ring my neck... with her that threat isn't just a joke... Before the story starts, I guess I should go over a quick bio of my partners in crime so you don't get confused... (who am I talking to? It's not like anyone will find this anyway, and if they do, I hope I'm dead by then because this will probably turn out to be some good blackmail material...)

Anyway... I'll start with Thomas because frankly I like him better at the moment...

Thomas is 17, younger than me, but you wouldn't be able to tell...please don't make me go into detail for it will most likely deflate my enlarged ego. Right then.... back to Tom. Tom is my best bud in the entire world... I know that sounds juvenile but it is very true. We are so close he is like my brother, but that would make Phi my sister, which actually wouldn't be that bad, so never mind. Tom is a not-to-bad looking boy with brown eyes and blonde hair. He is lean and freakishly smart... I mean this guy could work for NASA's engineering program and be their top employee. Tom has the innocence of a ten year old, which gives him a very puppyish look. He is responsible, smart, trustworthy, smart, resourceful, smart, and protective of his little sister, which isn't really necessary, because other people need protection FROM her, like me for instance... which brings me to his sister, Phiona.

Phiona is 15 years old, with the same brown eyes as Tom, but with slightly darker hair, like the color of bark on a redwood tree... Anyway... in most ways she is your average tomboy, and is actually pretty cool for a girl. Hmmmm... how to describe Phi... lets see, she is pretty cute, except I am defiantly NOT interested, for a number of reasons. One, she's my best friends little sister, second of all, she is defiantly not my type, and thirdly (is that a word? Because if it isn't it really should be.) being her boy friend would probably kill me. Like I was saying before, most of the time she is pretty cool, with a great sense of humor and adventure, but you do so not want to see her pissed off! When it comes to temperament, Tom and Phi are like Yin and Yang, like fire and ice, like the Light side and the Dark side of the force. Tom is patient even with the rudest of people, but if anyone tries to pull anything on Phi, she would flip out, which is not such a good thing considering she is an excellent fighter considering she is a girl. I think I'll start the story now, because this whole describe my best friends thing is getting weird considering that I know them all ready and every thing...

I was in the middle of a great dream, I forget what it was, but I know it must have been pretty interesting considering how grumpy I was when I was suddenly, and rudely, interrupted.

"Hey, Alex! Wake up ya lazy bum! It's time ta go! You're late!"

Ah, Phi... how I despise her sometimes... At this point, still groggy from my beauty sleep, I did what any teenager would have done. I got up went to the window and threw it open. "Gees! Could you yell any louder! What are you trying to do wake up the whole neighborhood! Shessh!"

I looked down on them from my two-story window and somehow felt very superior. Maybe it was because I was actually taller than Tom for once, or maybe it was just because I was still sleepy and had a hard object in my hand and an excellent shot at chucking it right at Phi's head and knocking her unconscious...

Tom called up, "You had better get going Alex! We really do need to hurry!"

"Ya, ya!" I shut the window with a slam and looked over at my digital alarm clock... it was 6 in the morning. I moaned and fell back onto my bed with a loud thump. Gee... hope mom didn't hear that...oh well... too tired to think of things like that...

"Get outa bed and get dressed Alex, or I'll come up there and dress you myself!"

Damn. I moaned again and sat up. Somehow Phi always knew what I was doing, which is really scary to think about...

I quickly pulled a shirt and some shorts on and then began to tunnel under my bed to look for a clean pair of socks. After several minutes of excavating the piles of who knows what under my bed, I finally found a matching pair of socks. They didn't look clean, but then again, no one was really going to examine them anyway... I dragged myself to my mirror, the only hygienically related thing in my room, and ran my fingers through my hair. Good enough. Sometimes I feel sorry for girls and how they spend so much time on their hair every day. Then again, it does make me glad that I am a boy, and since it boosts my self-esteem, never mind, I never feel sorry for them.

I walked out of my room and basically fell down the stairs, once again hoping that mom wouldn't wake up and once again not caring because I was too damned tired. I stumbled out the front door after having minor issues trying to open it, but then remembering that we locked our doors at night.

Phi looked at me. "Finally. It took you long enough." I glared at her, partly because I didn't like her attitude, and partly because the rising sun was half blinding my eyes. I took in her outfit. She was wearing baggy kaki pants that hung just below her belly button, and a long sleeve shirt covered by a t-shirt with something printed on the front, which I couldn't read at the moment because the sun was blinding me. Her hair was down and hung just below her shoulder blades.

"Why are ya dressed for cold weather? We're in California remember, and it's summer." I motioned towards my own shorts and t-shirt, "This is a proper outfit. Comfortable and casual, the perfect style for summer vacation."

Tom looked at me "Um... Alex, we're staying out late remember... it gets cold at night...". I looked down at his attire. He was wearing baggy jeans with a hooded pullover sweatshirt on that read something that I once again could not read because of the freaking sun.

"Oh..."

"Come on! Let's go! We're gonna be late!" Phi grabbed me and shoved me into the back seat of Tom's car. Actually it was Tom's Dad's car, but who cares. Tom got into the front seat, and Phi jumped into the passengers seat.

"Hey! Why do I have to sit in the back!"

Phi answered "Because you were the last one in the car!" Tom usually didn't interfere with our little fights. Probably because he wouldn't know who to side with.

"Where are we going again?" I asked. I seriously could not remember, maybe from my own stupidity, or maybe from the lapse of amnesia I suffered from when I received a concussion from Phi pushing me into the car.

Tom replied, thank goodness. "We're going to the concert."

Sorry, but I couldn't get them into Tortall. By the next Chapter they should at least find whatever zaps them there... hmmm... I'll have to think about it...

A/N: Please R and R! I could use any helpful comments or ideas. Yes! I finally re-did it! Hope you enjoy the new formatting!