It's beautiful,Margaret thought.
And then...
OH.
MY.
GOD.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
OH.
MY.
GOD.
If saying His name in vain was a major evil sin, Margaret would be dead by now. Three times over.
"Home sweet home," said Meg cheerfully. And for the first time, Meg smiled.
"Okay, basics," said Meg, pacing around the kitchen as Margaret sat on a stool. "The rulers of Frell are King Charmonte and Queen Ella. Repeat after me. The rulers of Frell are?"
"King Charmonte and Queen Ella," said Margaret, utterly bored of this. "You've told me this a couple hundred times. I get it. It's not so important anywa--"
Meg stared. "Not so important? You need it to..." (Here Meg paused, thinking.) "Er...Well, you, er...you...it's just..."
She trailed off, muttering "good to know" and "if anybody asks."
"Anyway," continued Margaret, smiling triumphantly. "Why is everything so...tenth century around here? In my world..."
"It's just the way it is," explained Meg. "Find those clothes comfortable?"
"Not really," Margaret confessed. "I'd rather wear my own clothes, to tell you the truth. Um, speaking of which can I wear them?"
Meg looked at her as if she was dumb. "Obviously not."
Margaret felt a little sad but she sighed it off. "Okay."
Meg started pacing around the room again. "Okay, so I covered the King and Queen, covered you being a fire faerie, and also told you about the portals."
Margaret looked at her.
Meg nodded. "Yep, there's one more left. I'm sending you to a faerie school."
Margaret looked at her a little more.
Meg nodded again.
"No," said Margaret finally. "Faerie School. You want me to be a fairy?"
She thought of Tinkerbell anad gave a slight involuntary shudder.
Margaret looked around the shop Center. It was Frell's finest shopping square. It was interesting and noisy and bustling-- sort of like New York. Margaret visited New York once. It was the crowdiest place she'd ever seen.
This time there were no cars to honk at her so she walked un-beeped at. She also had a heavy shawl around her head and torso and arched her back so that she would look like a common peasant just lolling by.
Then, of all the ridiculous things, Margaret tripped over a curb and her stuff went flying. She saw one of her books hit someone's head and her meat loaf die. (It landed on the road and a horse stepped over it.)
Then, it happened.
Her tomatoes soared into the sky and rolled like crimson marbles on the dirt road. A horse tripped. The horse didn't fall but its owner fell and knocked over another horse and then another horse and then another horse...
She groaned. It was a havoc. People were screaming and shrieking, running around and losing control. She quietly stepped to her feet, pulled her hood further down her face and tried to look as innocent as possible.
But as people began to regain control, they spotted her.It was as soon as she thought she was able to get away with it.Cursing herself for making such a show on her first week, she slowly slinked away, imaginingmiserably what they saw-- a dark, cloked figure stepping quietly away from a scene as everyone was losing their heads and bawling.
So, naturally, a finger pointed her direction. It must have been the cabby, she thought, dread sinking through her like water.
As soon as she heard "Stop! There she is!" she ran for it.
Fear can really make someone run faster. It was only when she crashed into a buggy did she stopped. Face sore and head ringing, (but hearing nearing voices) she staggered to her feet and climbed into it. It had no driver. She supposed he was taking a break.
Well, too bad. She kicked at the horse's rear end and it went flying through the streets. She grinned vaguely. She gritted her teeth in pain. A string of blood was trickling down her face...
Suddenly everything went foggy and her eyes rolled to the top of her head.
Down, down, down she fell... and there was nothing but darkness.
No, wait, she was coming back to focus now. How did that happen?
She opened her eyes blearily and looked around. Everyone was running from her way and screaming. "Heh heh," thought Margaret. And then...
WHAT THE HELL WAS SHE DOING!
She quickly pulled up the reins and the horse reared up and neighed indignantly at her. You could bet he wanted to continue stampeding through the streets.
"Stupid nag," she muttered, gritting her teeth.
The horse finally calmed down and Margaret squeezed her eyes.But not before seeing what wreck she made.
She heard trumpets and then...
Shefainted. This time she really did black out.
A/N: I wanted to include a guy as quickly as possible but insteadended upwith this.I am such a dumbass.
Well, thanks for the reviews.
BTW, what's AU?