I jump out of the bed, and the dog leaps on me. It backs me against the wall and I set my hand down, and let out a scream when I realize I have set it down on a clear box holding something big and furry. Something about my hand doesn't look right, and looking into a mirror, I realize nothing is right. I am at least two feet taller, my hair is wavy instead of curly, and dark brown instead of blond. Why is their a mirror, even a wall, I think to myself.
"Sammy! Sammy, it's time to get up!" a voice, unrecognizable to me, comes. "Sam?" A girl enters, nearly an exact copy of myself, or whoever I am right now, if you follow me, except she's no more than an inch taller. The dog leaves me to attack this new girl, or so it seems. He licks her and she scratches his ears.
She gives me an odd look, and says, "Sammy, are you all right? You look scared to death." Not knowing quite what to say, I point to the clear box. She laughs. "That's Thing, your tarantula."
"And the dog?"
"Do you have amnesia Sammy? We've had that dog for five years. It's Preston. Sam, are you sure you're all right?"
"Begging your pardon, but I never said I was. But how do you know my name?"
"It's one of the side affects of living with a person for THIRTEEN YEARS!" She near screams the last two words at me. "You're not Sam, are you?" she continues as she sees my expression, which I imagine is one of fear and confusion.
"Probably not the one you're thinking of, if you understand me. I'll tell you who I am, or was, the last time I checked, though. I'm Samwise Gamgee, from Hobbiton, in the Shire."
"And I'll tell you who you appear to be. My older sister, Samantha Kershul. I'm Annie Kershul, by the way." Annie shakes her head. "That's stupidly ironic. Well, if you really were Samantha, you'd tell me I'm not allowed to say that, or say something like: 'Or is it ironically stupid?' So you can't be Sammy."
"Well, where am I, and most importantly, why am I here?"
"Where is 'Hobbiton'?" "Middle Earth," I reply. She snaps her fingers as though just realizing something.
"That's from those really boring books Sammy likes to read. Lord of the Flies I think." When I give her an odd look, she corrects herself: "No, rings. Lord of the Ring. Well, until we figure out how to get you back, you'll have to stay here and pretend to be Sammy. I think I'll call you Samwise if thats okay. Calling you Sam and Sammy like I do with Samantha will just give me a headache." I nod my agreement.
AN:I swore my next chapters would break one full page, which this one didn't so I added this note. To my reviewer: Yep, so thank goodness for O, and ne1 wondering, the tarantula is named after the hand in Adams family. I thought it would be fun to add. I don't particularly like them myself, but they are kinda cool.