One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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From an outsider's point of view, I looked as if I was a mother lecturing her disobedient children. Arms crossed, head tilted, and lips glued together--waiting for one of them to say something. The only illumination was the little slivers of light seeping into the room, past my figure in the doorframe and highlighted their faces with a golden tint. Because of the light versus dark contrast, my standoff with the pogues seemed way more dramatic. The muffled noise from the party bounced through my eardrums as I refused to make eye contact with John B and Pope. I smirked rather arrogantly at the sight of them pondering their unsure thoughts--whether or not to tell me of their peculiar actions
I rolled my eyes and stood up straight "So first off, y'all need to tell me what you are looking for in here" My bladder must have understood how important this situation was because from the moment I stepped into that room, my urge subsided. This, however, did not sober me up— as I adjusted my stance, attempting to relinquish my shoulders from leaning on the wooden doorframe, I realized how drunk I still was. My head spun and I could feel the heaviness of my intoxicated body start to shift. It was not very noticeable to the boys watching because I used my forearm to support myself against the doorframe before they detected it.
Still without moving from the same spots I caught them in, Pope widened his eyes and used his hands to gesture in front of him "Listen, Andy, If we tell you it could potentially put you in danger"
I scoffed as I narrowed my eyes at them in disbelief--my face scrunched with bewilderment as I looked at their faces, and tried to find any signs of sarasism. They can't be serious, what could they say that could put me in danger? Their expressions, however, were all too serious, not even a trace of foolery.
I ran my tongue along my top teeth and smiled mockingly at them. I couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped my mouth "Danger?! Do y'all think I'm dumb? Are y'all pranking me or some—-"
My rant was interrupted when I heard heavy footsteps approaching the entrance of the room. I turned my head to look and soon my lower half followed. My eyes magnified as I stared at the crossed figure marching, heading for the room. This happened in what seemed like a millisecond and my heart was racing from this unexpected interruption "What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Rafe sterley questioned
I slightly stepped out and into the hallway, placing my hands behind my back innocently "Ummmmm" I replied--That was the best I could come up with. My brain was in a frenzy as I thought about John B and Pope, trapped in the room that Rafe was attempting to enter. They had less time to react to the approaching boy than me. It would be rather entertaining to see the pogues scramble, attempting to explain themselves but that wouldn't result in me getting any answers.
Before my good judgement could talk me out of doing something stupid, I took one large step--blocking Rafe from entering his room. "I'm Uhhh looking for the bathroom" I quickly said. I mirrored each of his movements as he tried to move past me, obstructing his view of the room and the path to enter it.
