Story book nightmare

Disclaimer: I don't own the Kingdom Keepers Series. I love the series, wish the series would keep going. I do not own the Kingdom Keepers stories, characters, or anything in here I use. The only thing I came up with are the new characters. Not the ones from the real books.

Chapter One: Auditions

My name is Alei. Well, actually it's Alison, but how chicky doo da is that name? So not me.

I'd lived in Orlando Florida my entire life. Not kidding. But my family is reasonably wealthy, so we go all over the world.

I have a sister, who absolutely gets on my nerves. She's my parent's precious pride and joy, who plans on being either a lawyer, doctor, astronaut, a combination of two, or all three.

She's older than me by fifteen months, and acts like its fifteen years.

I'm fourteen, she's fifteen. She gets the modeling careers for European fashion companies. They say to her, but directed at me, "Oh, this is your sister? She's nice." This basically means in stylist, "She's got no look, got no walk, no talk; she's barely tolerable in my studio. Get her out of here, Francesca!"

Francesca versus Alei. Of course. The curly haired, blue eyed blond versus her younger less prettier straight haired, brunette green eyed sister.

The one sanctuary I had was Disney World. Call it childish all you want, but I don't just go there for the rides and being alone without being alone. I go because of the crowds and the scenes. If you ever just stop and look at the crowds, you can find all the families are similar. The aggravated parents, with the bored-out-of-their--mind teenagers, then the I-want-to-ride-every-ride-and-get-everything-I-want little children. I sometimes draw the families as they walk by. Nice, small, just having fun families, and then the large arguing about what to do next families. The kind of families who make vacation work.

I found out about the newest DHI system from Francesca. She was going to try out because being famous is another life long dream of hers. Selfish, selfish, selfish.

Francesca dragged me along with her to her audition. She uses me to somehow make herself more appealing to the judges. It's a trick that makes them think, Wow, look at this amazingly beautiful girl standing next to this somewhat attractive girl. She looks ten times better, she's amazing! Let's hire her!

And then, she's got her face plastered over something new.

The audition was held in community center. There were hundreds of people, trying out like they would for a certain singing show that promises you a record deal.

She dragged me in and I sat back, watching as she read her lines way to preppy. The new DHI system would have seven new characters, one dedicated for each land. She was itching towards fantasy land so she could play a fairy princess. Blech.

The judges were all Imagineers. There were four of them. Two guys and two girls. Three of them watched her. Both the guys and a really puffy looking girl. The other girl had black hair and purple highlights. Her right eyebrow was pierced and I could see from her black t-shirt that she had a Gothic Tinkerbell tattoo on her left shoulder. Cool.

When Francesca was done, she smirked all pretty like and then listened to their comments. Mostly good, until the Goth imaginer spoke up.

"I'm sorry and all, little sister, but I just don't like you. You seem like the frilly frou-frou type who's just aiming towards playing fair godmother in fantasy land. We need someone that can play any land she assigned, and you just suit one."

The other three considered her comments and then suddenly they were agreeing and saying how they couldn't use someone who couldn't adapt.

She'd gone from good chances in to no chance at all. Ha.

She turned bright red and I could her eyes watering just a little bit. On our way out, the Goth lady called out, "Hey, you! Brunette! Blue t-shirt!"

I turned to look at her. "Yes?"

"Didn't you sign up?"

I shook my head. "She's the family spotlight. I'd be like the family fish speaking for a dog biscuit."

She shrugged. "You can always train goldfish."

It didn't sound possible, but if she said so.

"Pick up a script, and read me some lines." The insisted.

The other girl rolled her eyes. "Uh, Char, she didn't sign up. There's hundreds of kids waiting and you're letting someone who didn't sign up audition."

"What does one more audition do to you, Tessa? Break a nail?" She mocked.

The girl named Tessa harrumph-ed and sat back in her seat.

I picked up a script and the first page was Frontier land. I saw myself decked out in green and silver for the Haunted mansion with my hair pulled back and my face looking waxy. Awesome.

I read aloud descriptions of the rides, their stories, and safety instructions.

The last ride I finished in the entire script was from Liberty Square, the Haunted Mansion. I used this creepy, dark voice and when I finished they were all smiling.

"That was really good." Char said. "I like you. Don't know why, but I do.

I smiled. The other three said I was good by altering my voice depending on the land and attraction. Like for Pirates of the Caribbean, I used this pirate-y cackling voice. For the Aladdin ride, I faked a Middle Eastern accent. It was really sad, but it worked out well.

A month and a half later, I was sitting in sweat pants and a t-shirt eating reheated Chinese food when a letter came. It was stamped with the symbol of the Imagineers and it said:

Dear Allison Beuchenn

We are pleased to tell you that you have been picked out of 829 children to be a new DHI for the Magic Kingdom, Walt Disney World Resorts, Lake Buena Vista Florida. You have also been selected to be the DHI of Liberty Square, with the occasional appearance in Frontier land, since Liberty Square is one of the smaller lands.

In about five months, you will start filming for Walt Disney Worlds Animal Kingdom. Details are few at this time, but we thank you for auditioning for the role as a DHI.

Lifetime passes have been sent for you and yours to enjoy unlimited Disney access.

You have also been sent a DHI card, to give you discounts in any store in the resort. This is for you and you only. May we suggest in the future you visit the DHI accessory shop? This is a DHI only store, and its contents may be desired in the future. The current DHI's come here for any thing they may need. Any questions regarding the store, contact our Imagineer Wayne.

Filming for the new DHI system is June 12 at Disney's Hollywood Studios. Arrive precisely by seven thirty. You can schedule for a shuttle to pick you up, or you may drive to the gate and use your DHI card for access. You will report to costuming, then makeup, and then will be filmed in front of a green screen.

Be prompt, as this is a once in a lifetime opportunity.

Don't be alarmed if there may be any side affects, just buy the products and you'll be fine. Pleasant dreams,

The Disney Imagineers. See you on set!

Side affects? What could possibly be a side affect of getting filmed? There's nothing dangerous about that… is there?

School was fresh out. Praise God. The only bad thing about that meant (da da dum-dum) was the sweltering summer heat. June 12 brought blue skies, no clouds, pure sunshine and 97% humidity out of 101 degrees Fahrenheit. Joy oh joy. I had pulled my hair up high on my head in a bun. I was wearing cotton knee lenght shorts. If someone were to look up those shorts at the proper angle they'd be able to see my undies. Also, I wore a white cotton tank top. I was lucky to be carrying a nude color strapless bra for those days when my white cotton t-shirts were in desperate need.

I walked up to the gate where a crowd had formed. A somewhat large woman with two women sighed when I passed her. I looked back at her and held up my pass. "Sorry to skip you, ma'am. I've got pure Disney Business."

"Not a problem, sweetie." She said after a moment. "I had some people cut me earlier. The tourist type. Thinks the rides will be gone by the time the gates open. Had to get here earlier for the kids." She motioned to her two children.

"I understand perfectly, ma'am." I said.

I walked up to the gate and the security guard frowned at me. I held up my pass. "I'm here for the filming." I said in a hushed tone. "Fancy new DHI filing?"

The guy nodded and motioned me over to a VIP only gate. He opened it so I had to suck it in to get in. He closed it locked it and motioned me over to a silver go cart with a man reading a magazine. It had the DHI logo on it.

"Hi, going to the DHI set? You driving?" I asked.

"I am not." The man put down the magazine. He actually looked like... fifteen or maybe sixteen. God knew how tall the guy was. She could tell he would be a skyscraper due to his long legs placed firmly on the concrete next to the go-cart.

"You look like you could." I said.

"I am not allowed by Walt Dinsey World to drive this go-cart."

"Oh. Well, fine then." I looked him over. Any other girl would probably scream at the time of their lungs anf fling themselves to the ground and worship him. I, on the other and much more dignified hand, settled for gluing my jaw shut.

The guy looked like he could be some kind of teenage God of some sort. I usually was friends with guys, so I was strong in the gorgeous boy resisting department. You couldn't make me break when it came to guys. A lot of people (cough-cough-girls-cough-cough) thought I was les. I have nothing aginst them, but I'm not one of them, nor will I ever be. I like guys. I was working not to lose my jaw with the one in front of me. Just because I didn't show emotions to boys, didn't mean I didn't adore certain ones in my brain.

"My name is Alei." I said resisting the urge to flip my hair back flirtasiously. I saw girls from school and I saw Francesca flick her hair back now and again with the jocks.

"My name is Devlin." He held out his hand. By that point, if I was the common girl (which I am not) I would have screeched and fainted.

The name Devlin... I thought that on any other guy it would have been just plain geeky but on him... it was gorgeous.

"Gailic?"

"Old Irish." He said.

I heard a tint of an Irish accent.

"Are you from Ireland?" I asked out of curiosity.

"I was born in Jacksonville. I was raised in Sarasota. Moved here a few years ago." He said.

If he'd been born and rasied in Florida, what was up with the Irish accent?

The guy was a mind reader. "My mother's from Dublin. Never got ride of her accent, and I was home schooled up until I was thirteen. I was raised under an Irish accent, I'm going to have one. But don't worry, I won't start speaking Gaelic to you. I don't have a hold on the pronunciations."

I smiled. "I never expected you to start speaking Gaelic..."

"You didn't?"

"No..." I said. I was just dying to flip my hair.

First chapter done, YAY! So, review? Peas and Turkey.

March 6 2010: I would really like it if you qent on to read Chapters Two and Three, so don't stop here, just keep readin. Scroll up to the top. See that scroll-y thingy on th side? Just move that to the top of the page. Hit either the arrow or the chapter list button thing. Go on to my super short chapter 2, and after that, move on to the super short chapter three. Don't be shy, the story doesn't bite. I just want those reviews. Love the review button, people! Just keep the feedback polite. Peas and Turkey

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