"Oh my Primus!!! I hollered as I was sucked into the laptop. The last thing I remembered was falling on a patch of grass and a small child calling,"Ms.Kranz!"

•••

When I woke up I was on a small couch surrounded by children of all ages, some older them myself.

"She's waking up," I heard a boy around my age say. A old woman with bright red hair walked over, her heels clicking on the floor with each step.

I moaned and sat up. "What's your name?" asked the lady, who I presumed to be Mrs.Kranz.

"I.."

Lie, Rachel. Lie.

"My name is River," I muttered.

The lady smiled and said,"What a nice name! Come, are you hungry?"

My feels. River Song...

"No, I ate, thank you." I was sitting now I clasped and unclasped my bracelet to try and calm myself. "D-do you mind me asking, where am I?"

"Jasper orphanage," grunted a tall girl with dirty blond hair. She had a leopard print backpack on and to try and lighten the mood I said,

"I like your backpack." She looked surprised to receive a compliment.

A small black girl with her poofy hair in pigtails asked,"Where are you from?"

"Now, now, Nay-Nay, let her catch her breath." The lady motioned for me to stand up and she led me to a small, cosy kitchen and poured me a glass of water. She sat me down at the table and she sat down opposite to me. "Get out Julian," she said and just as I was about to say,"What?", a boy a little older then me with spiky black hair walked out of a tall cabinet.

After one glimpse at his Avengers shirt I blurted out,"Nice shirt." He smiled at me and walked out.

"Now, who are your parents?"

•••

After a long talk she finally got me to tell her my real name, my family, and where I was from. But how I got there was a mystery to both of us. I explained to her several times that I was just watching TV on my laptop, but she just kept saying it didn't make sense.

I whipped my iPod out of my back pocket and went into my photo library. I pulled up a picture of Ratchet from TFP. "See! That's the show I was watching. Transformers."

•••

Of course nobody believed me, but I attended their large homeschool, lived with them, and signed up for a three day summer volleyball camp.

It was July first. My birthday was one week and five days away, July thirteenth. I was to be thirteen, on the thirteenth. Then it happened.

I wanted three tickets to BronyCon so bad, so I could take my friend Faith and we could convince someone to go on the plane and everything. We had saved up enough money for the plane, the food, and the hotel, but we were short $200 for the actual tickets to get in.

One day in the room I shared with Gianna (, the girl with the leopard print backpack), Karina, Faith, and Rachael, I wished the tickets were in my hand and there they were.

"Faith! Faith, come here!"