"Who are you?" the girl wanted to know. She was about seventeen and was wearing a pair of jeans and a blue t-shirt.
"I'll tell you who I am if you'll tell me who you are…and where I am." I stopped and looked around. This was nothing like my room. The rooms were a peachy colour, rather than the blue of my own room.
The girl smiled, while still scowling, "My name is Yuna. You're in Spira. And how did you get into my room?"
"That's what I'd like to know." I muttered under my breath.
"Who are you, where did you come from and what was that pose when you entered my room somehow?" she was frowning.
I sighed, "My name is Marla Haptoka. I come from Australia and that pose was a karate pose."
"Australia?" Yuna repeated.
"What is Spira?" I wanted to know.
"You tell me about 'Australia' and I'll tell you about Spira." Yuna said patiently.
"Australia…it's like a country. The people there are pretty much normal."
"Country?" Yuna repeated. Uh-oh…
"I'm stuck in another world!" I realized. I hit my head against the wall and began crying.
Yuna put her hand on my shoulder, "Don't cry. It'll be OK. You can stay with me until you get back home. My family won't mind."
"How would you know?" I snapped. I turned away from the wall and looked at her.
"There aren't a lot of people living here," she explained gently, "there's only my cousin Rikku…" as soon as the word left her mouth there came a yell from down the hall.
"Yuna!"
"Uh-oh," Yuna muttered. A girl about Yuna's age burst into the room. She stopped dead when she saw me.
"Who's the girl?" she wanted to know, looking at me strangely. I noticed that her eyes had a slight swirly pattern to them.
"This," Yuna stood up, "is Marla Haptoka. She 'somehow' appeared in my room and is wanting to go home, but until we can figure it out, I don't think that she can."
"You know that the adults aren't going to agree," Rikku shot at Yuna, then she turned to me, "I'm Rikku by the way."
"Adults?" I repeated.
"My mum died when I was young," Yuna explained, "I live with my father Braska, Rikku, and her father Cid, who's also my uncle."
"Okay," I breathed a few times to clear myself, then I fainted.
"Are you alright?"
I woke up. Yuna, Rikku and two other men were staring down at me.
"I'm fine," I grumbled and sat up. I was lying on a bed.
"Yuna told us your story," One of the men explained. From the look in his eyes and his resemblance to Yuna, I guessed that he was Braska.
"You can stay with us," the other man, Cid said, "as long as you don't turn into a little ratbag like this brat here." He jerked his thumb over towards Rikku, who was punching at a punching bag over by the door.
"Trust me, I won't," I replied, "Trust me, I'm pretty active myself."
"Right…" Cid raised his eyebrows.
"No, I play soccer and I also do karate. They're sports in my world."
"What?" Braska and Rikku looked confused.
I quickly demonstrated my sports to them. When they were finished they were amazed.
"Alrighty then." Yuna raised her eyebrows.