UNDENIABLY DESTINED

CHAPTER 3

Aadaya squinted at her computer screen, utterly fed up with her friends' juvenile shenanigans. The room was quieter than a library on a Sunday morning, except for the dynamic duo on the screen who were laughing their heads off like a couple of hyenas. These so-called pals of hers, a bunch of jokers she was now second-guessing her life choices over, shamelessly ribbed her and cackled like maniacs.

Their uproarious laughter echoed from the computer screen as they gleefully roasted their friend. On the screen, a strikingly pale and beautiful girl was hanging upside down on a sofa, dressed in comically red shorts and a cartoon-themed shirt. She would have passed for a snow fairy, had it not been for her rather peculiar attire. And her laughter? Well, it could give a pirate's hearty "Yo-ho-ho" a run for its doubloons. Meanwhile, on the other screen, an olive-skinned chap with freckles galore and a mop of unruly brown hair sat there, seemingly frozen, showing no inclination to join the riotous laughter.

Aadaya's relief was short-lived as she turned her attention back to Chris and uttered, "Thank you, Chris, for being the voice of reason..." But just as she said it, the computer screen unexpectedly flopped backward, revealing the true Chris, clutching his stomach as he laughed like a man possessed. It turned out that her dear friend Chris had craftily concealed his mirth by placing a piece of paper over the screen. Aadaya should have known not to expect any more from this zany bunch. The comedic sequence played out flawlessly, and Aadaya found herself laughing along with them.

Suddenly, her surroundings transformed into a lush, purple paradise, adorned with walls adorned with cuddly stuffed animals like pandas, giraffes, mice, and more. Chris, still convulsing with laughter, rolled around on his bed until he hilariously tumbled off it. "Ouch..." came the agonized cry from the screen, sending Aadaya into further fits of giggles. Saddie could be seen wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. Aadaya couldn't resist a jibe, "That's what you get for being as thick as a brick!, Chris!"

Chris shot back, his laughter unabated, "Hey, at least I don't have a bedroom that screams 'panda princess' at the top of its lungs..." Aadaya felt a sudden urge to dig a hole and bury herself alive as her friends continued to laugh uproariously.

But try as she might, Aadaya couldn't resist the allure of their laughter, which sounded like a donkey auditioning for a comedy show. She burst into laughter and took a moment to survey the bedroom's peculiar walls. There was the panda decked out in royal attire, looking like it had crash-landed from a pandas-only costume party in another dimension. She couldn't help but wonder who dreamed up this outrageous décor and why on earth it existed.

Just when Aadaya thought she could regain her composure, Saddie playfully greeted Chris, "Well, hello there, Chris..." Her hand waved theatrically at the panda monarch on the wall. Once again, Aadaya dissolved into fits of laughter at their sidesplitting antics. Chris and Saddie were like a comedy duo, and their exchanges were a comedy goldmine, featuring a repertoire of creative name-calling and playful jibes.

Chris and Saddie were like a comedy duo in full swing. Chris, in response to Saddie's wave at the giraffe on the wall, quipped with his trademark wit, "Well, hello, Saddie, nice dress..." as he gestured toward the wall's long-necked fashionista. And just like that, the banter erupted into a symphony of hilarious insults and curses that would make a sailor blush.

But then, as if out of nowhere, Saddie shot Chris a venomous sneer and spat, "Shut up, you fart-faced..." Her face turned redder than a lobster at a sauna, and her eyes flashed with murderous intent. If only she could have leaped through the screen to give Chrissy a piece of her mind. If she were a real human, there would have been steam pouring out of her ears.

In a retaliatory tone, Chris replied with the most obnoxious, bratty girl voice known to mankind, saying, "You look like a melted wax candle..." His voice had Aadaya's eardrums practically begging for mercy. Sometimes, as she gazed upon this comedic spectacle, she seriously questioned her life choices. Did she really need friends? And, out of all possible friends, why had fate blessed her with these two?