I was somewhat glad that my mom was mad at me. She already had suspicions of me being insane from all the yelling I do at those Korean dramas I watch. I mean, it's not my fault that the storylines are often so cliché!
I stood wide eyed in the middle of my room, gaping at the hilt that I had grasped in my hand.
Yep! I'm going insane.
Honey, you've been insane for a long time now.
Lovely. Now I'm talking to myself like a mad man.
I looked around my room and noticed that a lot of my things were disorganized, despite me "cleaning" my room earlier. I caught sight of the many junk food that I had carelessly thrown together in a pile, and looked over at the empty cardboard box Lawson gave me. Picking up the box that was beside my door, I dragged it across the carpet to where my snacks lay. I mentally listed the names of the snacks as I threw them in there, not bothering to check if they made it in the box or not.
Lays Potato Chips, Hershey's Chocolate Bars, A box of Krave, Pocky, Gummy Bears, Sour Patch, Shockers and M&Ms.
When the last item was thrown in the box. That was when I finally turned around to face it.
Nothing was there.
I mean, the box was still there in its disposable, torn-to-pieces-cardboard glory. My wonderful and heavenly snacks?
Gone. Poof! Nada.
You can mess with my head, attempt to kill me, and make me want to just hole up in my room and cry, but you can never ever take away my chocolate.
Breathe in.
I took in air through my nose.
And out.
I let the air empty out of my lungs.Calm. Think rationally. We don't want a repeat of you losing your head just because you were to immature to think straight.
If my snacks were gone, then they had to be somewhere else other than the box. My mom wouldn't have taken them, no matter how mad she was. I never threw them too far, just dropped them wear I thought the box was. A Hershey Bar and a box of Pocky were on the floor beside the box.
I picked up the box of Pocky.
If a Medusa man existed, and a blade less sword could actually kill, what am I to think that a portal couldn't be in the box?
With that in mind, the box of Pocky dropped from my hand.
Correcting my suspicions, it dropped straight through the box, a little ripple the only solid proof of it doing so.
Oh, I am so going in.
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