Disclaimer: I don't own Eragon, but I wish I did!

Summary: A girl is chosen to be the next dragon rider one problem: she lives in the year of 2005.

Chapter 1: "What the F…." (A/N: If you can't figure out the title man you are way dumb)

The music was blaring in my ears and I could hear nothing else. I was so joyful that it was summer vacation and to celebrate the torture of my freshman year being over, I blasted my favorite songs for the day. My goal was to keep the same CD playing for 24 hours. I had made it through the first 6.

"Shut that thing up!"

I was surprised. I didn't think that I would here anyone over my music, but, then again, my mother wasn't just anyone. My mother had a voice that carried for miles. If she wanted you home, she would just scream your full name and no matter where you were, be at the park down the street or at a friend's house, you heard her.

"I'm going for a record!" I yelled back.

"I don't care turn it down or I will!" I didn't need anymore treats but that one because I know what she means when she said she would turn it down.

I turned the radio down with anger at my mother for messing up my record chance and my celebration. What can I do now to celebrate, Kacie? I asked myself. (A/N: yes I know my character is referring to herself in third person, but you'll get over it and even if you don't I don't care!)

I would fix my hair and make then go to the mall and cruise for boys. (A/N: What kind of girl really does that? If anyone has an answer for that question please send it to me! Thaxs lots) I walked over to the mirror to fix my make up when I was finished and went to leave I felt like something or some kind of force was pulling me to the mirror. The next thing I know I'm being sucked in to the mirror and I have one thought.

"What the F…." And I was gone to the where ever the mirror was taking me.

A/N: It short but it's just the 1st chapter so chill! And if you don't like the 1st chapter don't expect it to get any better, got you BM (Butt Monkeys) (Butt Monkeys are a bad thing remember that)