I heard a bump, and knew whatever was happening had stopped. I breathed quickly, unaware of my surroundings, but felt different. I looked at my clothes (just in case) and I was wearing a fancy, frilly, poofy dress. I realized I wasn’t in room 205 anymore. Suddenly, a voice came from behind me. ” Aaaa, there you are me lady.” Actually, it’s my lady, but, since when did people call me lady? I decided to find out who was talking, so I turned around. OK, more like spun around so fast I may have startled the guy. I didn’t know him though. Just by looking at his clothes I knew something was wrong. He looked like the guy from Medieval clothing. MEDIEVAL clothing!!??!? OH. NO. I tried to close my eyes and go to reality, but I couldn’t. Oooooooooh, I hate Miss Magica. ” Let us go, we musn’t be late for dinner.” he continued. I might tag along for dinner. I am pretty hungry. “why, yes.” I said in my most ladylike accent. He led me down a winding staircase. A… servant, I think, ran up the stairs and said rather quickly ” Dinner awaits you Sir Edward.” Edward…..huh. We went to a beautiful room. The… Great Hall! I could not believe I was eating in the great hall, of my castle! ” Cooked moose and seasoned rabbit!” yelled the chef from the kitchen. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am not a rabbit murderer! Yet, I didn’t say anything about this delicious moose. A jester came up and did a little show. Then, Emily the minstrel told a story. I went up to my chamber. NO. I refuse to sleep here. Well, the bed is kind of comf-NO!!!!! I will NOT.(YAAAWN) Never. Zzzzzzzzzzzz
Oh, alright. I slept here. I was tired. The bed was comfy. WHY NOT?????? I figured out in this crazy world I’m not a peasant (dinner told me that), I am not a nun (especially) and the hard part to figure out was that I’m not a queen either. It turns out, I’m a noble. A rich lady. A high lady. Oh, and Edward? He… is,(choke) my husband. A noble. A rich lord. A high lord. Well, apparently he adopted kids, and I have to watch them all by myself. Im trying to knit them clothes, but all I get are blobs of fabric. Then, I heard a piercing scream. “ATACK!!!!!!” screamed a servant. A flaming arrow shot into my room. I ran!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I tripped on the winding staircase. I’m out.
I opened my eyes as my alarm clock went off.
THE END ( OR IS IT??????????????)