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Author's Note: Yes, the typical girl-goes-into-Pirates-of-the-Caribbean thing. If you don't like that type of thing, DON'T READ THIS! I revamped it a bit, especially Will (he reminded me of a rather enthusiastic puppy in the earlier version). So, enjoy.

ESCAPE FROM REALITY

PROLOGUE: An Unforgettable Experience

I had an experience two years ago that was really had to forget. Some of you might hate me for it, but this is what happened. My name is Natalie. This is my story.

"Stupid JERK!" I yelled at the computer screen on December second. "You STUPID, STUBBORN JERK!"

As you can tell, I had not had a very good day. I was in a fight with my former friend, Jessie, who refuses to leave me alone, but she does have a good reason to bug the heck out of me. I was pretty mean to her, but Jessie was being extremely stubborn and I lost my temper. I tried saying sorry and Jessie wouldn't accept it. A faint ding could be heard as Jessie sent another annoying Instant Message to me, not that I already had enough to deal with.

One of my adult leaders Wendy was basically joining a cult called Mormonism (No offense to you people who are also Mormons). I knew that this would kill Wendy's faith, but I could do nothing about it.

"OY! LEAVE ME THE FORK ALONE!" I screamed my alterative swearwords as some more chestnut locks flew in front of my sapphire, speckled eyes. And I was trying the be-nice-to-your-enemies method. I closed out of the IM box just to find another one pop up. "Oh, I give up!" I said exasperatedly as I shut the computer down. I walked over to the couch mumbling, "Stupid Jessie, stupid revenge, stupid Wendy, stupid Mormonism with their stupid Mormon way of life and their stupid Mormon books…" I went on like this for quite a while…until my mom came home with a surprise…

"Honey, I have a gift for you!" My mom called through the house. I ran into the kitchen to see my mom putting down my purse, which contained something that looked suspiciously like a DVD…

"PIRATES OF THE CARRIBBEAN!" I squeaked as I ran into my mom's arms. "OH—MY—GOSH! MOM, I LOVE YOU!"

"Yes, honey," my mom replied, smiling at me, "I know."

"Can I watch it tonight, please?" I begged.

My mom put on a serious tone and raised one eyebrow. "Are you done with your homework?"

"Um…"

My mom surveyed my state, which was stressed and tired. There were bags under my eyes and my hair was somewhat knotty and frizzy. My mom sighed.

"You deserve a break. How much homework do you have?"

"Only one thing. Math." I raised my lip to reveal my braced teeth and my eye twitched involuntarily. It's not that I'm not good at mathematics, on the contrary my second best grade is in math, but I just didn't understand why I had to do twenty long, tedious problems on circumference, which I understood perfectly. "So, can I?"

"Yeah, just do your homework right after."

I answered with two letters. "OK."

Ten minutes later, I was ready for the movie. I had a bag of popcorn in my right hand and the DVD remote in my left. The DVD was already in. I pressed play and the movie began.

Right after Jack Sparrow was introduced, my cerulean eyes closed and I was in the realm of dreams. All I remembered in a voice saying, "Three shillings and we forget the name," before falling on a wooden floor with a small "oof!"

A/N: Yeah, it's stereotypical...and short. Be nice to my plot kitty and I might let you pet her. That is if I can find her…