DizzneeLand

Ticket Booth

I pictured the mile long parking lots outside of Disneyland, and teleported to a spot pretty far from the main gate.

"We really need to work on those landings Foster," Keefe said, rubbing his behind. "I mean, don't get me wrong, teleporting is awesome, but it's not like we're able to land on a fluffy mattress every time."

"Where are we?" Tam asked. "Everything just looks empty. And what are all the weird lines on the ground for?"

"We're in the parking lot Tam. The lines show where all the cars are supposed to go. You know, the little moving boxes with wheels?"

"Sophie and I bought tickets for a time when there wouldn't be a lot of people around, Dex explained. "She said something about a millionaire's weekend?"

"Yeah, if we had come on literally any other day, there would be cars parked all the way to where we are. Usually, people would have to ride shuttles just to get to the front gate. But this way, we get to have all the fun on the rides without having to wait in line for hours."

"You mean people stand in a long line with tons of people everywhere, for HOURS just so they can ride the boring killing machines? Humans really are crazy," Fitz laughed.

I was really getting tired of Fitz's attitude. It was an attitude lots of the elves shared. The elves believed that humans were inferior, they even had a motion on the council for humans to be kept locked up in the Sanctuary like animals! It all stemmed from the elves' belief that the humans had betrayed them forever ago. That's why all the cities are hidden from humans, but the other species are still allowed to know about them. A few months ago, my friends and I proved that it was actually a group of elves that set up the humans, and that the elves had been blaming them unfairly.

"Hey, Foster. You alright?" Keefe whispered to me.

I blushed a little. Keefe was always able to make me feel better. I know it's only because he's an empath, and he can feel my emotions without even touching me, but I still like to imagine it's because he pays me a little more attention than everyone else. It's stupid, I know, but I've always felt like we understand each other.

"It's just Fitz," I told him telepathically. He jumped a little. I smirked, and he glared at me. "Elves are always looking down on humans, and aren't doing anything to help them."

"What would we do?" Keefe asked, curious.

"I always thought, maybe after the whole Neverseen thing is over, maybe I can help by being an Emissary or something for the humans. Bring them back to the rest of the world. I don't know, maybe it's a dumb idea..."

Keefe was looking at me weird, but then he said, "Foster, I think that is an AMAZING idea. If anyone could do it, it would be you. You really are incredible," he said softly.

"Ugh, now I know why you don't like it when Sophie and I have telepathic conversations. That was weird to watch, and there was a lot of intense staring into each other's eyes."

"Yes, Fitzy, but when you do it, it's way worse because you have those stupid little rings that go clink every time. Not to mention 'But WeRE CoGNatEs!!!!'"

"AAANNDD I think we should start walking. This way, let's go," I said.

The people at the gates were giving our group really weird looks, probably because all my friends looked like supermodels. Not to mention, the oddly hump shaped granny that followed us like some creepy chaperone or monster or something. I was really hoping they wouldn't ask too many questions. Especially since it is millionaire weekend, when it wouldn't be as weird to get interesting visitors.

"Hey Dex, could you give me the tickets? I'm going to check us in..."

"Hold up Foster, I got this." Before I could even blink, Keefe reached into Dex's pocket and pulled out a big wad of cash. He was wearing a pair of Gucci sunglasses that I could have sworn he did not have two seconds ago. He flashed his signature smirk, and strutted up to the very confused looking gatekeeper. This was not going to end well...

"Greetings my good sir," Keefe said. He put the wad of cash in his hand, and started throwing money at the booth. "We would like to be admitted into your land of Dizznee. I believe this should cover it?" Then he purposefully strutted through the entrance, lowering his sunglasses briefly to wink at the shocked gatekeeper, before he carried on.

The people behind us in line were taking a video, which would probably be all over the internet in a matter of minutes. I facepalmed so hard, it left a mark on my forehead, and everyone else was desperately trying to hold back their laughter.

I walked up to the booth and picked up all the money (it was like, 50 100 dollar bills that he had thrown everywhere), and gave our actual tickets to the gatekeeper. "I'm so so sorry about him," I said, "That's my, um, brother. He's not really right in the head..." I hurried through dragging my friends with me, and halted right in front of Keefe giving him my best death glare.

"Aww, Foster looks so cute when she's angry. You're just jealous that your entrance wasn't half as cool as mine."

"Keefe, I will personally push you off the top of the Tower of Terror as soon as I get a chance."

"Looking forward to it Foster," he winked and started walking away.

"Keefe you're going the wrong way!" I shouted. "We are sooo going to start with Splash Mountain. Best. Ride. Ever."