I was sleeping under a tree in the forest outside of Harry Potter land. Everything there was so expensive, so I just wandered. I wasn't exactly dressed fabulously either, adorned in a grey tank top and khaki shorts. I was only ten too, and the alternative me was in fourth grade.

We would of course fuse after the school year. Oh dear, narrating this now, I'm realizing this was a quite confusing method to say the least.

You see, when I got into Rainbowland, I duplicated myself into two identical Rinoas. Neither of them were the original, but one of them went to the normal world, and one of them went to Rainbowland. At the end of the school year the two would fuse, obtaining required school and Rainbowland knowledge.

That's what happened during fourth and fifth grade, but now I come and go freely... It's a long story that I'm currently explaining.

Anyways, I stood up, patting some of the dirt off my hair. I enjoyed the dirt, though too much did get itchy sometimes. Proudly throwing the rubbish (literally) grey and freying trenchcoat I had gotten at a 'yard sale' over my shoulders, I made sure my things were sound.

Stick? Check. Toiletries? Check. Flipphone? Check. Extra undergarments? Check. Sunscreen that I regretted spending my rare money on even though I burn as easily as if I were paying for my sins underground? Check.

Sparingly spraying my already burned body with sunscreen uselessly, I was finally ready to go about my day.

Daydreaming about one day going to Central Province, I went about my day stopping to pet purple bears and such.

But then I realized, even though you didn't need to eat in Rainbowland, it was rather unpleasant not to. I heard my stomach growl and remembered why I was even in that forest: The Magical Cookie Tree. It grew cookies! What was not to love?

I set to where this fabled tree was, but along the way I heard hooves comping along the path. Out of reflex, or more than I'd like to admit, fear, I jumped into some bushes, which wasn't as easy as it looked. I got stuck halfway, being assaulted by sticks and thorns, my worst enemy. But nevertheless, I lowered myself into the bushes.

And how right I was to hide.