That morning I looked around the room she didn't want to go to school today so I wouldn't. I called my friend and she confirmed they would crash together, "You know what I feel like?", I say.
"Let me guess; the arcade, the movies, junk food, getting drunk", said my friend Anne.
"Man, you can read my mind!"
"I'll be at your house in five"
We stole Anne's parent's car, although we were only 15, but we had a fake license and ID it worked every time. We played video games at the arcade for hours then bought a whole load of junk food and headed to the movies. I texted my mother and told her I was staying the night at a friend's house, then mission get drunk began. I manage to chug half a bottle of vodka and Anne had the other half we were stupid teenagers doing dumb things then as we were crossing a busy road I tripped and since I was extremely drunk I forgot how to stand up, Anne was drunk too so she didn't realise. Unfortunately a large truck was in front of the crossing and was too big to notice me when the light turned green I met the doom you may presume.
Then I was Eve again. I looked at the clock it was three am, no this had to be some sort of tentacle mistake I couldn't be eve again 7am the 7 to 7 rule always applied. "Fuck", I yell when I get Omisha's. The only reasonable explanation Eve could think of was that the reason she wasn't Omisha right now was because Omisha had died.
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Losing Grip
General FictionEve has never slept before she gets teleported into another world where she is Omisha, Eve is Anxious confused and feels useless and not good enough. Omisha is confident, secure, brave and over confident. Eve needs Omisha and Omisha needs Eve. So wh...
