Tori's P.o.V
I woke up dazed and tied to a tree. What happened? I try to remember last night's events, but my brain is fuzzy.
"Where, where am I?" I could hardly speak. My throat is dry, and every breath feels like I'm swallowing sandpaper.
"She's up Boss." I hear a young woman's voice say. I look around to find her, and see a pretty Latina girl about my age walk up to me. She has a dark brown hair, maybe even black. Her dark brown eyes are shining, she seems more like a princess than I do. She smirks, "Paint a portrait, it would last longer." I look down, I didn't realize I was staring. So that's where the whole "Take a picture it'll last longer" thing comes from. I just witnessed history.
"That's her alright, I recognize her anywhere." The young man responds. Recognize me anywhere? I just got here! His face is hidden behind a rag that works like a bandana, but before even cowboys existed. Despite his voice being quite muffled, it sounds a bit...familiar.
He takes it off and I can't help but let my jaw drop. "I'm surprised to see you too, Snori."
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The Mandela Effect
Fiksi Ilmiah" 'I look at him,his back was turned to me,he was staring out the window. Only his shadow was showing. 'Parker?' 'Is that his name? Parker?' He turns around, and I stepback. This was most definitely not Parker. 'He's weak you know,'he continued,'i...
