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»»——————-　𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝    ——————-««

EVERYONE ALWAYS TALKED about how upbeat Serafina seemed. Sure, having people who dislike you in high school is inevitable, but that didn't seem to be the case for Serafina. Even if there were people who didn't like her, the people themselves were frowned upon by others who knew or heard about it. She wasn't some crazy mean girl who faked being nice, either. One reason why she was so loved was because she never really gave anyone a reason to hate her.

    Walking out of school, people waved to her and yelled their goodbyes even though she was just leaving school. A couple of books were piled into her left arm and keys jangled in her right hand. Basically hopping to her car, Serafina unlocked it with a giddy excitement. Today, her plan was to get home and be lazy with her father. Nothing could stop her from it. (Even end of the school year parties.)

    Her car's ambience was like the sound of freedom itself if it could have a sound at all. Really, she should be thanking her father for it. He'd gifted her the car in the first place, and it only made her smile when she thought of it. Ever since her mom died, Serafina and her dad had gotten inseparable. People often told her they wished that they had a connection with their own parents like that. She started her car and turned her music up, leaving the school with a happy demeanor. She hoped they got to, too.

Her mind was filled with a soft, calm ambience on her way home. She had a day off from work and to enjoy the scenery she took the long way home. Trees passed by her window, the strikes of green hiding behind the vehicles that zoomed by. It was when she'd gotten a call on her phone, jolting her body a bit, she moved her hand to grab her phone. When she grabbed her phone, a weird feeling swarmed her stomach. She felt her body go cold, her face go white. She hadn't even gotten to answer the call before the large headlights of a semi-truck shone straight into her eyes. She couldn't even hear the crash. She couldn't feel her hands. Couldn't feel her legs.

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SERAFINA'S LUNGS BURNED as soon as she could even think. Consciousness crept into her like a punch to the face. Her body was sore all over, her bones seemed to hate her in this moment. She coughed, and discovered her voice was rasp, her throat burned at any use of her voice. It took a while for her to even open her eyes. Everything was white. That's all she seen. White, white, white. It hurt. Her eyes had always been sensitive.

Her arms hurt to move, as did her legs. She slowly sat up, grasping at her surroundings as best she could. As she looked around, panic surged through her. Ice. She was sitting on ice. She lives in California, there shouldn't be ice. She looked up to see miles, upon miles of ice, and when it slowly began to break out into small pieces of thick floating ice, it spread out into ocean. Cold, freezing ocean. Cold, freezing ice.

She looked down, and the only thing that stayed the same were her clothes. Baggy jeans wrapped around her legs, covered by a slightly baggy shirt. It was friday, so she hadn't thought much about her outfit. If she'd known about her mysterious vacation to the Alaska, she'd have dressed better. Goosebumps grew all over her arms and legs.

Slowly, she stood up, wobbling a bit at the sudden rush to her head. She felt a dizzy spell take over, as well as nausea. It passed after a quick moment, letting her recuperate and figure out what the hell was going on. Anxiety filled her nerves, the unfamiliarity becoming unsettling. A breeze passed her by, and she wrapped her arms around herself like a hug.