all right, here's where i come in. it's not the best, but i'll get better.

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Brittney sighed and leaned far back in the office chair. "It's going to be a long day," she said as she glanced at the clock on the wall. Brittney's dad wanted her to work as his assistant in his real estate office, taking calls and stuff.

"I don't want to be an assistant! I have bigger dreams! Better things to do!" Brittney tried to reason with her father. No such luck.

"Yes, but you have to start small. If you do good as an assistant, I'll promote you. Eventually, you'll become a top-notch real estate agent. But you have to work your way up."

Brittney scowled in frustration. "No, you don't understand!! I don't want to be a realtor! I want to be... I want to be a detective!" She blurted out suddenly.

Her father looked shocked, then angry. He yelled and argued, with age on his side. Brittney tried her best to argue, too, but all was useless. So now she had to sit in this stupid office answering stupid phone calls, and working with stupid people. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" she repeated.

Suddenly, there was a loud shout outside the window. Brittney jumped up and glanced down. She was about five stories high, and although the people were small, she could still tell who was who.

There were policemen surrounding the building, fingering the guns in their belts. By the front door was a dark-haired man, holding something. "Jacob!" Brittney cried out, stunned. "I know that man! It's Jacob from the office by me! What's he holding?" Brittney squinted at the tiny people below her.

"The man's got a gun! Run! Run!" Shouts came from the streets in all directions. People were running around like maniacs, fleeing from a supposed gun.

Brittney was startled. "Peaceful Jacob with a gun? It can't be!" Brittney leaned out the window in her attempt to see better. Suddenly, the door banged open and in came her father. The sudden noise startled her and for a second she lost her grip on the window. But a second was all it took, and Brittney was tumbling down five stories onto the pavement below. The last thing she remembered seeing was her father's worried face appear as she fell. Her body hit the ground with an ear-shattering thump, and all went black.

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Brittney groaned as her eyesight began to clear up. "What happened?" she wondered out loud and put her hand to her head. A sharp pain ran through her. Her hand seemed moist and sticky. She looked at it and almost screamed. It was stained a dark red from the blood coming from the gash in her head.

She looked around her. Her vision was still a bit blurry, but she could see well enough to realize that she wasn't in America. She was in New London now.

A billboard was above her. It read 'Buy a New Hovercraft Today!!'. Brittney stood there, puzzled. Hovercraft? Brittney gulped and looked around. She had a feeling this wasn't your average New London.