Trapped In The Future

So anyway, back to my story.

'WHEEEEEEEE!' I was flying on the back of a hippogriff, whizzing along at unimaginable speeds. The hippogriff started into a dive. There's someone on the ground, a boy, reaching up as if to embrace me. 'Weird hairdo…' Closer, closer, I can almost make out who he is-

BANGBANGBANG!

"WAKE UP, YOU IDIOT!" THUNK.

"OWW!" That was me, falling off my queen-sized bed. The banging and shouting was my fashion consultant. I don't know why I have her; I'm good enough with fashion. O.K., maybe when I was four I ran out in one of dad's business meetings wearing my underwear on my head and a hollow hippogriff claw as a dress. But I was four. Anyway, I know that Yami needs her, and she is hired for both of us, not that we pay her any heed.

My door flew open. It appears that Gabrielle broke it down. Can't wait to see dad blow up at her for doin' that.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY EARTHLY IDEA WHAT TIME IT IS?" Gabrielle was shouting so hard her face was purple.

"No, but I have an earthly idea what dad will say to you when he sees my door, and what color peoples' faces turn when they shout REALLY hard." What was really funny was that her face was turning roughly the color of a crab-wait no, a tomato.

"YOU DO NOW BECAUSE I'M TELLING YOU IT'S 9 O'CLOCK AND YOUR FATHER IS GOING TO KILL ME FOR LETTING YOU SLEEP IN ON THE FEAST OF YOUR AND YAMI'S BIRTHDAY OH I AM SO DEAD YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE UP AN HOUR AGO TO BE FITTED WITH YOUR BIRTHDAY GOWN-"

"What, I'm supposed to run around naked on my birthday?" I commented with mock surprise "You said my birthday gown, and everyone knows that means what you were wearing when you were born, and I was nude, right? So what the point of my being fitted for nudism?"

I ran from the room, still in my nightdress, laughing so hard I almost fell over.

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Out of the hall and around the corner I saw my friends, all of whom were laughing their heads off.

"Brilliant!" Sammi exclaimed.

"Absolutely awesome!" Isis said as she wiped tears from her eyes.

" Wish I coulda seen her face." Anzu remarked wile she got off of her hands and knees, where she had been bent double with laughter.

"How long have you guys been listening?" Curiosity overcame the urge to run as far as I could from Gabrielle.

"Since she started shouting at you about the time." Sammi replied. "Oh, by the way, if you want to get out of your nightdress, I think there's still a cute little dress of yours in my room left from that slumber party we had awhile ago; and it's clean."

"Halleluiah, thank Ra!" I shouted, running for Sammi's room. I myself had just remembered I was in my nightdress. I would be soooo embarrassed if Yami saw me right now.

Picture this: A princess who is supposed to be so sophisticated running madly down a palace hall in her hot pink silk night gown that barely was solid enough to be considered modest flanked by three of her friends all laughing so hard they were tripping over their own feet. Funny, right? Now imagine you were the princess. Not so funny anymore, eh?

Anyway, while I'm changing, I'll tell you about my friends. Sammi first.

Sammi's full name is Samantha Michelle Ward. She is tall, albino, green eyed, and really ambitious. See, she wants to be a doctor, and that requires a lot of lessons. She is currently Doctor's Apprentice to Dr. Angela J. Devereaux, (Devero is the pronunciation) a crazy doctor who's after our hides.

Anzu Marie Gardener is average height, brown haired, brown eyed, and intent upon teaching Egyptian. She attends lots of special classes, where she observes other, experienced teachers teaching. That's how she learns, apparently.

Weird as her name, Isis Nymphadora Ishtar. Isis is the tallest of our group, with darkly tanned skin, dark brown eyes, and black hair. She dedicates her life to learn to be a priestess. Taking classes with the crazy old couple, Narcissa and Narcissus Crudolanis. It's rumored that they married each other because of their names.

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It's like the English we have, except they speak Egyptian. (a.ka. Language Arts)

Is my story O.K.? I sincerely hope to hear from you in reviews. But even if I don't, I'll still write. The first two chapters were updated quickly, but don't expect that to happen too often. I'm only eleven, after all, and I share this computer with four other people. I'll start in on the description of Yami's group next chapter. Usually I'll put one day to a chapter, making long chapters, and longer time between updates. I will try to update every week, or at least every other week. T.G.I.F. eh?