Welcome to the prologue of Meet The Fangirl! This is only in existence because, let's face it, you can't call yourself an author (or authoress) unless you've stuck yourself in an alternate universe with all your favorite characters and made them do really bizarre stuff. Right? Who's with me? Right? Right?

Disclaimer: I'll own these characters when this story actually happens.

Prologue

Eliza, also known as The Fangirl, is typing furiously on her laptop. She's been planning this for months. If all goes well, all her dreams will come true. If not... Well, I'll leave it there. A stack of books lays next to her on her desk: Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Old Possum's Book of Practical Cats, and Les Miserables. She heaves a great sigh. It's time. She lowers her finger very slowly onto the mouse. It clicks, and there's a bright patch of light. When the light is gone, Eliza, the desk, the books, the laptop, and her favorite lemon swivel chair have all disappeared.