The Girl Who Could Travel Through Books

Chapter 3 - i'm in the wizard of oz?

When I wake up, I see two beautiful ocean blue eyes looking straight at me. I shot up really fast and hit that persons head. I fall right back down on the mattress that I'm laying on. "Ow." We both groaned.

I notice that the voice was a male voice. I sat up again and looked up to see where the voice was coming from. I turn my head and there's a guy who looked about my age 15-16. He had shaggy brown hair and a square face kind of like Josh Hutcherson. He looked tall probably about 6'1 but I'm not sure. It's like I'm telling the police about a robber that just broke into my neighbors house.

He smirked. "Are you done checking me out?"

I glare at him. "Are you done checking me out?"

"I don't know, am I?" He said while moving his eyes up and down. I squirm and try to get out of this mattress bed thing but he stops me.

"No don't get up! She'll kill me if I let you up!" He puts his hands on my arms to keep me from getting up. I push as hard as I can but his hands don't even move a inch. I glared and twisted my arms so his hands would stop grabbing me.

He grabs on harder and I finally give up. I sigh and look up at him. "Who's gonna kill you?"

His eyes turned into fear. "Just someone." I blink and gave him a blank look on my face. "What can't say her name? Is she like Voldemort or something?"

"Voldemort? Who the hell is that?" He asked as he scrunched his eyebrows together. I can't believe this guy! He doesn't even know who Harry Potter is! What are we in? The 1920s?

I sigh. "A really bad wizard that killed Harry's parents and gave him a lightning bolt scar on his forehead."

He cocks his head and looks even more confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh come on don't tell me you've never read or watched Harry Potter."

"Never even heard of the guy."

Yup. Definitely in the 1920s. But maybe I can have a little fun....hehehehe. Wait....shouldn't I be worried that I actually time traveled? Eh. I gasp. "Woah there! Watch your mouth!"

He removed his hands from my arm and put up his hands. "What? What did I say?" He looked around as if there was someone behind him. I snickered.

"Everyone knows Harry Potter....unless...." I move closer and study him. He froze. "Unless what?"

"Unless you're a alien from outer space."

Our faces are only 1 inch apart. I can see that he has a speck of gray in his blue eyes and he has a few freckles. His pretty blue eyes turned playful. He smirked and said, "Oh yeah, I'm an alien. I come from Starland and all that stuff." He pauses and thinks for a minute. Wow this guy doesn't even know what an alien is....shame. I smirked

"Come from Starland huh? Let me ask you this alien, do you even know what one is?" I asked with an innocent look on my face. Nah, scratch that I was smirking.

The guy looked down sadly. "No," he mumbled while tapping his foot against the floor. Hmm guess that's a habit. I burst out laughing and look around. I pause.

Where the flip am I?

This sure doesn't look like the 1920s...

I remember being in my house and I remember grandma was coming over. Wait but I let her in the house and she gave me that weird liquid-

Wait a minute.....I'm in a cave like thing that has 2 beds and several different homemade colored rugs all over the floor. It looked like a hospital but with homemade things. There was a machine beside me that was beeping and there was a pole like thing holding a bag of water. It was sticking a needle in me. I freaking hate needles. I start hyperventilating and look back at the guy who doesn't know who Harry Potter is or doesn't know what a alien is.

I put my hands in my hair and try to calm down my breathe. Oh no. Oh crap. The guy looks at me with concern.  He walks over and sits on the bed next to the one I'm sitting on.

"Hey um you, where am I?" I look over at him. He smirks and says, "The Wizard of Oz, sweetheart."

And I passed out. Again.

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When I open my eyes again, I see not blue eyes this time but green eyes. The green eyes filled with happiness and relief. "Oh darling, I was so worried about you."

"Grandma?" I groan. I shot up and looked at her. "What the? What happened?" I looked down at my hands and saw no harm to them. I look around the rest of my body and see no blood. Ok I'm not injured.

"You passed out. Two times." She says calmly and puts her hands on my shoulders.

I scrunch my eyebrows together. "What?"

"You passed out, dimwit." A voice behind my grandmother said. I looked behind her and found the boy that had the blue eyes. What did I call him again? Something to do with Harry Potter.....ah yes the guy who doesn't know what an alien is or who Harry Potter is.

"Ryder! That is no way to talk to a guest or a lady!" A woman beside him smacks the back of his head. "Apologize this instant!"

The guy which now I know is named Ryder looked at me and said, "Sorry." I glared knowing for a fact that he was not sorry at all. I turned back to my grandmother.

"What is he doing here?" I get up from the mattress and stand up. Bad idea. "Woooah," I said while I fell down on my butt. That's gonna leave a bruise.

My grandmother immediately picks me up and puts me back on the mattress. "Don't get up anymore you hear me? And when I tell you where you are, no more passing out alright?"

I sit uncomfortably on the mattress and say the only thing I have to say, "Alright, I won't pass out anymore." My grandmother smiles, which she rarely did. She turns around and waves a hand, gesturing for Ryder and the woman to come over. 

When they were done walking over, Ryder looks at me and says, "Let's do this quick. I don't want to spend my entire afternoon with this idiot." And that earned him another smack on the head, which by now I was guessing his mother. "Ryder! What did I tell you?" She asked while pulling on his ear.

Ryder's face scrunched up with pain. "Sorry ma. It won't happen again." When his mother let go, he quickly mumbled to himself while rubbing his ear.

"June, you're in the wizard of oz." My grandmother says slowly like I'm a foreigner. I burst out laughing. "Yeah right!" But no one else was laughing with me. I stop laughing.

"The wizard of oz isn't real. It was just a world that L. Frank Baum made up." This guys must be crazy. That's the only explanation right?

Ryder laughs, "Lame." I glare at him. My grandmother grabs my arm and helps me get up from the mattress. "There's something we need to show you, June." I look at her quizzically, but still follow her out of the wooden door she opened.

And when that wooden door opened, let me tell you this.

It was a sight to see.