When in Sochi

Smells Like Teen Spirit ♡

I almost cried as the plane flew over Sochi. Somewhere down there, JR's probably wondering where I am. I just stopped talking to him without further notice. He probably thinks I left him for some other guy. His mother better show him the video. If she doesn't, I can always haunt her from heaven lol. And, well... Can ghosts have sex? Ok no. I don't think that's gonna work.

I fell asleep on the plane. When I woke up, I was hoping I could turn into a 16 year old again. But I didn't. I was still my perfect 26 year old self. I cried and looked out the window. The stars were so close they were beyond my reach. They looked beautiful from here. And I saw another stream of Northern Lights, mocking me. Jeering at me cuz I'm 26 and dying instead of 16 and living. I cried some more until someone asked me if I was okay. I told them my first excuse when I was on my plane to Sochi and I couldn't explain why I was freaking out. I croaked with a smile,

"Morning sickness?"

When I got to Alaska, the first thing I did was take the cab over to my house in Seward.

"Mom! Dad!" I pounded on the door. They weren't home and it was raining outside. "MOM! DAD! CHRISTIAN! CARLY! SHANNON!!! GUYS I'M OUT HERE!!!"

Still no answer. The storm began to pick up so I needed to find a place to stay, ASAP!

I ran over to Paige's house. "PAIGE!!" I screamed. "PAIGE!!!"

She opened the door and looked at me with a confused look on her face. She's been getting high again. That means her mom isn't home.

"May I help you?" she asked rudely.

"PAIGE!! It's me!!! It's KIRA!!!!!!!! KIRA YOUNG!!!!!"

Paige's eyes grew wide and she started to cry. "HOW DARE YOU?!" she lashed out at me angrily. "How dare you say that?! I haven't seen my best friend for a week and you give me this bullshit?!"

"What's going on?" Marilyn came out on the rainy porch now. "Paige, who's this?"

"This insensitive bitch claims she's Kira!"

"Fuck you," Marilyn said to me while smoking a blunt. I was right. They HAVE been smoking.

"It's ME! I SWEAR!!!!"

Just as Paige was about to slam the door, I held it open.

"Remember when you two embarrassed me at Winter Formal in front of Dean Richardson?! Remember when we got ready at your house, and you dropped the straightening iron in the sink and it short circuited the whole house?!"

Paige's eyebrows furrowed. "How would you know that?"

"And remember when you took a shit at Barnes and Nobles and stained yourself and I had to give you my brothers hoodie to cover up your ass?" I laughed while crying. "Remember when me and Marilyn tried to scare you after watching the Conjuring?! Remember when you showed me how to put on a tampon before our water polo game?!"

I was having trouble breathing again. Heaving and out of breath, I looked desperately into their eyes.

"Step into the light," Marilyn told me cautiously. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. "Look at me," I told them. "Just... Just look."

"Oh my God," Paige gasped. Marilyn began to tear up. "What happened to you?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I said, lighting up a blunt myself.

I explained to them what happened... how it all started with last Friday and I made a wish on the Northern Lights and how I became 26. I told them that I woke up on a plane to Sochi and how I met Apolo Ohno and I was JR Celski's publicist and all the shit that happened. I had to keep saying "I swear to God" and "I shit you not" so they'd believe me. My 16 year old self was slowly surfacing. Too bad I'm dying. I didn't tell them that, though. That I'm dying and stuff. This is too much for them to take in.

"We thought you ran away," they told me. "And there was an Amber Alert for you."

"I know," I said. Suddenly I started to cry. "Pass me a blunt."

If I'm gonna die, might as well do it when I'm happy.