Reality is a Fleeting Moment

Chapter Twenty-Five

No one POV

"Oh, Mothership~" A young girl with a British accent walked through the Seabrook streets, drawing stares from the people around her. "Mothership, beam me up, please~"

"Izzy?" Leila asked, very much in shock.

"Not her~" The girl brushed Leila off, "I am Yzzi, Izzy's saviour~"

"W– What?" Willa and Wynter now joined the conversation.

"Mothership~" Yzzi nearly snarled her next words, her appearance becoming more frightening by the minute. "Beam me up."

And as blue rings surrounded Yzzi, Leila could faintly hear her singing a song about the 'Masochism Tango.'

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(Izzy POV)

By that afternoon, the plane touched down at the Manchester Airport, a mere 23 minutes from my university. Sierra and I talked as I gathered my bags; turns out we have a lot in common.

First off, we loathe unfamiliarity, and we both have had our best friends betray us for no reason. We're both majoring in engineering at the university, but I'm double-majoring in computer science, and she's double-majoring in mathematics.

Apparently, Sierra has a sister, Sienna, who loves photography and playing her guitar, which kinda reminds me of Ellie. The only major difference between Sienna and Ellie, however, is that Sienna is blind and Ellie is not.

"Well, Izzy, it was a pleasure meeting you," Sierra told me with a smile as I disembarked from the plane, "I'm looking forward to getting to know you better once the autumn term starts."

I smiled back, "And I as well, Sierra. I really hope you'll introduce me to Sienna soon." I held out my phone to her, "Here, you can put your contact information in my phone, if you want."

Sierra took it gently from my hand and gave me her own. "Cool! I'll let you do the same, Iz." I tensed up a bit, but not noticeably; Leila used to call me Iz a bunch. It feels kind of weird for someone else to do it, and also know that Leila and I will never be on good enough terms for her to be allowed to call me Iz anymore.

Yzzi dashed over to us, somehow visible to Sierra, "What the... is she like, your twin, or something?"

Yzzi shook her head, "No, silly~! I'm Yzzi, Izzy's reflection and dream creature."

"O– Oh... what?" Sierra massaged her temples, obviously quite certain that she was delusional.

"Anyway," Yzzi began as she braided my hair, "The alien ship has been tampered with, so all the people who hurt us are probably gonna get brain tumors~ Isn't that great?"

I chuckled, "Thanks, Yzzi. I wish I'd hallucinated you earlier."

"I know, right~"

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(No one POV)

"There's a high chance the aliens won't be able to leave orbit, correct, Yzzi?" Izzy seemingly muttered to herself as she entered her school living arrangements.

Yzzi nodded, currently only visible to Izzy. "Yep~ According to A-lan, only a 32.1% chance that they'll be able to leave Earth's orbit, aka a 67.9% chance they will fail."

"Good, good..." Izzy's apartment was quite spacious, but the layout was fairly simple; everything was where Izzy expected them to be. What Izzy was not expecting was that someone was already there. All Izzy had done was walk into her room when someone jumped up from behind and gave her a hug.

"Hey, roomie! I'm Harper Hare, but you can call me Harpy!"

"Oh, um... Hi, Harper." Izzy turned around to face her new roommate. "I'm Izylia Yelena, but you can call me Izzy or Iz if you want."

"Coolio! So, where are you from?"

"Um, I was born here in Manchester, but I was raised in Seabrook, California."

"Fun! I was born in Vietnam, raised in Ecuador and Australia." Harper looked downhearted for a moment, then returned to her perky, bubbly, Australian self. "Anyway, I'll let you unpack! Seeya!"

Izzy closed the door after Harper left, then realized that, "Wait, why is the stuff I ordered for my dorm assembled already? How is it here?"

Yzzi, who was sitting on Izzy's bed, grinned non-maliciously. "I may or may not have had some... friends bring your stuff over~"

"Oh... cool?"

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(btw this part will be written a little different)

"We are the Mighty Shrimp, couldn't be prouder," Addison was holding silver pom-poms, one last parting gift from her best friend, Bree.

"And if you can't hear us, we'll cheer a little louder." Bree was crying, but managed a small smile just for Addison.

"That was one of Izzy's favorite cheers..." Lacey murmured to her siblings, Stacey and JC. "She always thought it was a cute little phrase..."

"Don't worry, Lacey." JC patted his sister's back. "She'll probably visit."

"Core reactor is shutting down. Emergency systems activated." Mothership exclaimed, her lights flashing bright neon red.

"bEeP BeEp!!!" Bonzo's truck screamed as he pulled up to the going-away party, the werewolves following him, a large covered object in the truck's bed.

"mY RaGe WiLl NoT bE cOnTaInEd!!!" A-li yelled. "YoU wIlL nOt StOp Us FrOm GeTtInG tO uTopIa!!"

"We're actually here to help..." Wyatt explained.

"yOu CaN fInD aN iNfINiTe POweR souRCE tO ReChArGE OUr shIP?" A-lan and A-spen asked in unison.

"Wolves!" Willa exclaimed, uncovering the moonstone. However, to everyone's surprise,

"Uh... why's there a red patch on the moonstone?" Addison asked.

"Uh... why's there a blue patch on your red beryl moonstone thing?" Yzzi asked.

"I don't know..." Izzy and Willa replied in unison. "This wasn't there a few moments ago... was it?"

"It's been there since you walked in the door, Izzy," Harper said from the other room.

"It's been there since we put it in the truck bed," Wyatt shrugged.

"Well, whatever." Willa brushed the issue aside. "We're gonna let you borrow the moonstone so you can charge your ship."

"Well, I don't know if that's a good thing..." Izzy grew quiet for a moment, then snapped out of her thoughts. "But I can't dwell on that now; I really need to unpack."

"tHe mOoNsTOnE iS poWeRfuL," A-lan murmured as he frowned. "BuT HArMfuL to OuR pEOplE."

"But Iz, what if it's dangerous? We don't know what it means." Yzzi asked, very concerned.

"True..." Izzy replied, "But I can handle a lot."

"I know, but that shouldn't be an excuse to ignore our physical safety and well-being. At this point, it's all we got..."

Izzy was silent for a moment. "... I hate when you're right..."