A/N: This is my first-ever fanfic. I wrote it back in the summer of 2021. Since then, I've improved as a writer. I apologize in advance for possibly cringey writing and brief chapters. Also, the characters of Erm Faherty, Bella Riker, Catiana Blanc, Nora Erickson-Raftery, and Elyna Erickson-Raftery are the property of my friends and are used with permission. I will be updating once a week. So now, enjoy Chapter 1: Google is Deaf!

It all began with a misunderstanding on Google's part. One misunderstanding that flipped my whole world upside down. My name is Rebecca. Rebecca Pryce. This is the story of how my life changed forever--for the better. This is the story of one of my fondest memories ever.

It was the summer of 2019. I was sick of having nothing to do except read. I grabbed my phone. No new texts. Or emails. I sighed. I picked myself up and meandered over to The Most Esteemed Bookshelf, a regular shelf granted the coveted title because of its holding my all-time favorite book series--Keeper of the Lost Cities by Shannon Messenger. Automatically, I reached for my bookmarked copy of Nightfall, the sixth book. I'd been rereading the entire series to keep my mind off the dreadful cliffhanger in Shannon's latest book, which I just so happened to be on. Opening it, I began to read, becoming so engrossed that I didn't hear the voice calling me till it was too late. Uh-oh. It was Mom.

"Rebecca Astrid Pryce!" Mom scolded. "I've been calling you three times now! It's time for you to go help out at Eternal Valley Souvenir Shop."

"Coming, Mom!" I yelled back.

Replacing my bookmark, I pulled my dark brown hair into a messy low ponytail and burst out of my room, phone in hand. I'd been volunteering at Eternal Valley Souvenir Shop, which was owned by my aunt, for a few weeks now, and Mom was always on time. Hastily I tapped the microphone icon on Google Maps.

"Eternal Valley," I mumbled.

After releasing the icon to let the dratted device know I was done speaking, I stifled a fangirl squeal. Google apparently had interpreted my request as "Eternalia". Quickly I snapped a screenshot before typing "Eternal Valley". Once the directions for the souvenir shop were up, I laced up my worn light pink Converse and headed out the door with my precious phone.

"Well, Rebecca, took you long enough," Mom observed.

"Sorry," I replied. "Google had the wonderful idea of misinterpreting my request, so I had to manually search for the directions."

"Oh, it's fine, sweetie."