"Sophie Elizabeth Foster is unmatchable."

Suddenly, the universe freezes. Sophie is transported to a bookstore called Barnes and Nobles.

"Yay! A bookstore!" Sophie squealed. "I love books! There's the Unwanteds... those are pretty good! Wait, what's this? Keeper of the Lost Cities?"

She picked up book one. The summary read Twelve-year-old Sophie Foster has a secret. She is a Telepath, and has a unique ability to hear the thoughts of everyone around her- something that she's never known how to explain, and has made her an outcast, even in her own family. But everything changes the day she meets Fitz, a mysterious boy who appears out of nowhere and also reads minds. She discovers that there's somewhere she does belong, and staying where she is will put her in grave danger. In the blink of an eye, Sophie is forced to leave behind everything and start a new life in a place that is vastly different from her own. Sophie has new rules and skills to learn, and not everyone is thrilled with her "homecoming". There are secrets buried deep in Sophie's memory, secrets that other people desperately want. Would even kill for...

"Wow, this is really interesting!" Sophie said. "It's like someone wrote a book about my life! I should show this to my friends!" She light leaped to Everglen.

"Fitz! Biana! I just found the coolest thing!" Sophie yelled.

"Really?" Fitz said. "Is it... TEAL!?"

"No, better!" Sophie said.

"NOTHING IS BETTER THAN TEAL!" Fitz yelled.

"SPARKLES ARE BETTER THAN TEAL!" Biana fired back.

"MOM! DAD! BIANA DOESN'T LIKE TEAL! DISOWN HER!" Fitz shouted.

"NO REASON TO WORRY!" Alden screamed randomly.

"What happened to all our headache medicine?" Della groaned.

"So what's this really cool thing... THAT ISN'T TEAL!?" Fitz asked.

"Someone wrote a book about our lives! Mostly my life!" Sophie answered. "It's by Shannon Messenger. Who's that? Sounds really evil." (Lol sorry Shannon! It's true! But I still worship you!)

"We should read it!" Biana said. She hailed Tam and Linh, while Fitz hailed Marella and Keefe.

"Is that all?" Fitz asked once all of their friends except Dex arrived.

"I think." Sophie said.

"Wait, what about Dex?" Biana asked.

"Oh yeah, him!" Sophie said. "I remember him!" She hailed Dex and he light leaped there quickly.

"I can't believe you guys forgot me."

"GET USED TO IT!" The book said. (YES IT'S A TALKING BOOK.)

"So, why are we here?" Keefe asked. "Base quest?"

"Better!" Sophie said. "Reading!"

"What are we reading?" Keefe asked. "A book about hair?"

Marella rolled her eyes. "Only you would read a book about hair."

"I would!" Tam volunteered.

"I would!" Biana agreed.

"I would!" Fitz added. (Guys, remember, he uses BIANA'S hair products.)

"Weirdos." Dex muttered.

"Yeah," Sophie agreed.

"Guys, they can like hair if they want!" Linh said kindly.

"So what's the book really about?" Dex asked.

"Us!" Sophie said. "Well, mostly me. But look! Dex is on the cover!"

"FOR THE FIRST AND LAST TIME." the book said.

Dex frowned. "No one appreciates me."

"NOPE!"

"I DO!" said the fangirls.

"I have fangirls?" asked Dex.

"You all do! Especially Keefe!" squealed the fangirls.

"Go away, Fangirls. You aren't supposed to be in this story." said THE ULTIMATE FANGIRLS (AKA US).

"Darn." said the fangirls. They all left, including THE ULTIMATE FANGIRLS.

"What was that?" asked Tam.

"I don't even know." said Sophie... too quickly.

"Wait..." said Keefe. "Are YOU a fangirl?"

"Not for Keeper of the Lost Cities!" Sophie protested. "Just Harry Potter, Percy Jackson, Hunger Games, Divergent, Unwanteds, Wicked, Hamilton, Dear Evan Hansen, The Fault in Our Stars-"

"What about Twilight?" Fitz asked.

"NO!" Sophie yelled.

"She's a fangirl..." said Keefe in wonder.

"CAN WE JUST READ THE BOOK SO SOPHIE CAN FANGIRL OVER HERSELF!" Marella yelled.

"Okay!" Sophie said. "Let's all rotate reading it out loud. I'll go first.

(AN: Please note: WE DO NOT OWN KEEPER OF THE LOST CITIES! ITALICIZED BOLD MEANS EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK! ALL CREDIT GOES TO SHANNON MESSENGER!)

"Preface:" Sophie read. "Blurry, fractured memories ran through Sophie's mind, but she couldn't piece them together. She tried opening her eyes and found only darkness. Something rough pressed against her wrists and ankles, refusing to let her move. A wave of cold rushed though her as the horrifying realization dawned. SHE WAS A HOSTAGE. A cloth across her lips stifled her cry for help, and a sedative's sweet aroma stung her nose when she inhaled, making her head spin. Were they going to kill her? Would the Black Swan really destroy their own creation? What was the point of Project Moonlark, then? What was the point of the Everblaze? The drug lulled her towards a dreamless oblivion, but she fought back- clinging to the one memory that could shine a tiny spot of light in the think, inky haze. A pair of beautiful, aquamarine eyes."

"Mine?" Biana asked. "Aw, thanks."

"No!" Fitz snapped. "She was talking about MY EYES! MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL EYES!"

"Guys." Keefe reasoned. "She was talking about Alden. Duh."

"Ew!" Sophie squeaked. "Fitz's eyes. Her first friend in her new life. Her first friend ever."

"HA!" Fitz yelled. "It was me! The *EYES* shall triumph!"

"Great. Fitz, be sure to thank your father, because meeting you first is really the only reason Sophie thought of you." Dex snapped.

"What?" Fitz asked.

"Can we just continue?" Linh asked.

Sophie nodded. "Maybe if she hadn't noticed him that day in the museum, none of this would have happened."

"Fitz, how dare you?" Tam joked.

Fitz attempted a hair flip. "She couldn't help but notice my good looks."

"No. She knew it'd been to late even then. The white first were already burning- curving toward her city and filling the sky with sticky, sweet smoke. The spark before the blaze."

"That was a scary prologue." Linh said. "What was happening?"

"I think it was when we were kidnapped." Dex answered.

"Let's not read those in the next books." Sophie suggested.

"There are more books?" Keefe asked.

"Duh, we can't fit all the events of my crazy time here in this one book!" Sophie answered.

Hope you enjoyed! I mean, of course you enjoyed! And remember: NEVER READ THE PROLOGUES!

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(Hmm... what's our collaborative signature? G. Fan? A. Butt? Yeah... let's go with G. Fan.)

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