Pola Mystic

Three

Lol this was funny. Neal was on his shoes yelling like crazy because I pulled a prank to him. He was crying so bad and hitting me. I bit my lip in laughter, it was too funny.

"Powa you're mean forever! I think you are nice yesterday!" He pouted crying into my shoulder, I patted him with a quack.

"I'm sorry, Neal. It was just a joke. Now we have to get ready for San Fransisco!" I kissed his cheeks, making him giggle. He stuck a tongue out to me which I replied back with a witty smart retort. "Yeah cool tongue."

I was known as the wittiest and smartest person on earth. My friends said that, my friends were all nice. They told me that I was a slut. That thought made giggle. It was fun. Calling each other back and forth like that with such a nice endearment. But a friend cried and I did apologise to her because I might've called her stupid.

We packed our bags and we were off to the airport. I didn't know where San Fransisco was because I was living in California Street, San Fransisco. It's different because I knew San Fransisco was a different place.

It was so hard living like this, with no money and everything. My mum only left me this house, and a magical card that could solve everything. It never stopped. Money was always a problem to me.

There was one time when I went to a butcher shop to cut my hair long from short, but they said they couldn't do it! Irrelevant! It's name a butcher shop for a reason! Then when I left they told me to pay the money for the tea I drank while waiting FOR NOTHING. They might have called the police and the police just took my card. The card was trulee magical, it solved everything in my life.

Since I did not have any car, I called a taxeeh.

"Taxi!!" A yellow vehicle rolled in the deep of the bright sun like Adele.

Rolling like there's no stop.

"Powa, I can't reach my toes to tie my shoes." Neal tugged my jacket, I smiled at him.

"No one says you can, Neal."

"Powa you're funny. Can you please tie my shoes?" He pouted and I melted at his pout.

"Okay..." I crouched down and laced his shoes to the nice knot.

The taxi honked beside me. "Ma'am? Are you going to hop in?"

I glared at him. "Can't you see that I'm tying his shoes?"

"So, I go? Or stay?" The cab driver asked me in confusion.

"Stay."

I finished tying his shoes, bringing our belongings into the cab and then the both of us got into the cab. "To the airport please."

"Okay sure ma'am." He said with a genuine, innocent smile. He looked harmless.

"Call me Pola."

"Such a unique name you've got there, ma'am."

"I know... My stripper mom gave her stage name to me."

He chuckled in humour. "Sure. So, Ms. Pola, where are you heading by going to the airport?"

How did he know my name?

I immediately whispered in Neal's ear. "Hey buddy. Be careful, he's dangerous."

"Okay." Neal said.

"Um hello, Ms? I'm not dangerous?"

"Creep!" I shrieked, feeling terrified, immediately told him to stop and brought my belongings plus Neal's and Neal out of the cab.

"Ouch... Um okay?" He said, dropping us off near the airport. "You don't need to pay ma'am... Have a nice day." He said, then after he drove away, I heard him shout, "WEIRDO!"

I rolled my eyes in annoyance, "He's the weirdo. Who the hell stalks their passengers' names?"

"You told him your name, Powa." Neal said, folding his arms around his body, his jacket made him puffier.

"And you're Mrs. Puff."

"Huh?" He scrunched his eyes in confusion.

"Nevermind." I huffed and continued to walk.

I asked around where San Fransisco was and they were all confused. Did they not learn Geology?

Then, because I was smart, I asked them where the airport was, and they lead me there.

Yay!

"Powa, I'm tired."

"Okay, uppy."

I carried him as I walked towards the plane ticketing.

"Good-afternoon, ma'am, how can I help you?"

"Can I have a ticket to San Fransisco?"

"Where from?"

"California.. street."

She looked puzzled but then nodded. "California? What time?"

"Now."

"Okay so the latest is going to be in fifteen minutes. Are you sure? Have you contacted the person living there?"

"Whatever, Jesus. Just gimme the tickets, I need to fix my Instagram."

The girl with red ugly blouse looked at me if I was an alien.

Mean!

"Ma'am. We live in San Fransisco... And I figure you wanted to go to the Instagram office?"

"Yeah." I answered, Neal sleeping on me.

"Okay, so, I'll give you the map. You don't need to take a plane..." She informed me.

I smiled at her. "Thankyou so much. You're pretty."

"Thankyou, ma'am. Goodluck." She said, handing me the map, and we were off to go to Instagram.

Who knew from hating the copycater could lead into this tiresome?

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WHAT IS THIS LMAO
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