HI!!! Umm, this is my first fanfic. It's really stupid, I don't hate you if you hate it. Yeah, not much else to say, soooo…..

Hi. My name's Zel, and the way I actually got to Alagaesia is an intriguing, amazing, fantastic story.

However, I'm in the middle of some stuff, so, to make a long story short, that genie that popped out of my microwave gave me the power to travel into books. So, I decided to go visit Eragon, just so I could ruin his day.

This turned out to be much more fun than it sounds.

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I landed with a dull thud on his bedroom floor. The floor was cold as ice, and very hard. After hearing me shout, Eragon woke up, took one look at me in my jeans and purple T-shirt, and screamed bloody murder.

At that moment Roran and Garrow ran in. Roran looked from the screaming Eragon to the screaming me and started laughing. If only Garrow had reacted the same way. His face went from white to red to the color of my T-shirt all in a matter of seconds.

"ERAGON!" he roared. "What in Alagaesia is a girl doing in your room at this time of night?!"

At this Eragon stopped screaming. "I-I-I don't know, sir," he stuttered "I was asleep, and then I heard a scream, and she was just, here."

Roran laughed even harder, tears streaming down his face.

I realized I was still screaming and lying on the floor. I quickly got up and clamped my mouth shut.

Roran stopped laughing. The four of us stared at each other in silence for what felt like hours. Finally, Eragon broke the silence.

"Look, could you all go stare at each other somewhere else? I've got to go hunting tomorrow morning, and it would be nice if I could get some sleep before I go…"

Garrow cleared his throat. "Yes, of course. But first, would you mind telling us what you're doing here, and what you're wearing, girl?"

I found my voice. "Yes, of course sir. I'm, uh, here to, erm, "guide Eragon on the path to greatness!" In other words, I'm here to be his friend and bug him a lot as he does a bunch of stuff that alters the fate of Alagaesia. Oh, and my name is Isabella. My friends call me Zel; at least they would if I had any friends. Oh, and these are my, um, well, they're clothes, and they're a lot more comfortable than what most women wear. Don't ask any more questions about them." This seemed good enough to me.

"Hmmm…" said Garrow. "Who sent you?"

"Who sent me? I sent myself, duh. I was bored, and decided to come help out the medieval version of Luke Skywalker, in other words, this kid." I pointed to Eragon.

Eragon seemed to disagree. "Hey, I'm not a kid! I'm older than you, anyway."

"Yeah, whatever. Now then, do you know somewhere I could get some sleep? I'm very tired, you see, I was up all night playing PacXon, not that you'd know anything about that."

To my surprise, Garrow said, "Eragon, she'll sleep in here tonight. You'll sleep in Roran's room. No complaining, or else. Good night."

He left. Roran rolled his eyes. Eragon's jaw dropped. "I'm getting kicked out of my own room by a girl?" Garrow poked his head back into the room. "Oh, and Eragon, be sure you take her hunting with you tomorrow. She probably has some kind of magical power or something. Night!" He went to bed, quickly followed by a chuckling Roran and an angry Eragon, who was muttering something about his room, a girl, and what he would do if he just had some large rocks at that moment.

I lay down in his surprisingly comfortable bed and laughed to myself. I'd always thought Eragon was a bit stupid, but I hadn't expected it from the rest of the family. They weren't even suspicious!

I fell asleep thinking about the best ways to annoy Eragon while I went hunting with him tomorrow…

Well, there it is (cringes and waits to be pelted with rotten tomatoes). REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! REVIEW!!! Remember, I give cookies to my reviewers...