The S.T.F. Files, Book 1: S.T.F.

This Sucks...

Aly's P.O.V.

"Ugh," I moan. My head was on Dimitri's back. We were in...the jungle. I cough.

"Morning, sunshine," Damien smiles. What the he//?

"You ready?" Alagretto says.

"For what?" I ask.

"For death..." he lunges for me. At that moment, I wasn't on Dimitri's back. I was spiraling towards my death in a never ending galaxy. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't control myself. The light in front of me. It taunted me. I saw the images.

Riza.

Alagretto.

Dimitri.

Cleo.

Damien.

They all looked like they had forgotten me. I looked around.

"Don't forget me!" I yell. "Come back! No!!!!!"

"Times up," a voice says. "You never...existed..."

I wake up with a jolt and stand up.

"Ma'am, can you please sit down. We are about to take off," a lady says. I look to the side to see the flight attendant, seriously annoyed..

"Oh, sorry," I say and reluctantly sit down. Dimitri furrows his brows.

"What?" I ask.

"Is there something wrong?" he asks.

"Nope. Nothing at all," I smile. Was that a dream? No more like a nightmare.

"Where are we?" I question.

"Well, Sleeping Beauty..." Dimitri replies.

"We are headed to Japan!" Damien says excitedly. I turn around to see Damien and Cleo sitting behind us. Riza and Alagretto are on the opposite side of the aisle from me and Dimitri.

I look out my window. We were taking off, and I saw the Amazon Rain Forest. I also say the remaining A.O.U. spies on the treetops, but I could tell they couldn't see me. I sit back and relax. Sighing, I pull out a magazine from the seat in front of me and read an article about the top ten worst dressed at the Golden Globe Awards in Hollywood.

Damien's P.O.V.

"Cleo, are you okay?" I ask. She ignores me. I try tickling her, but she slaps me in the face. I sigh,

" I have this shiny diamond," I pull the diamond out of the bag I had. She still ignored me.

"It's extra shwiney!" I say. She turns her head way from me. Wow, and she refused the shwiney thing. She really must be pissed.

"Cleo, seriously. What's wrong?" I ask, meaningfully. She looks at me.

"Cleo is remembering the light at Riza's house," she says.

"What li...oh," I say. That light. The one she used to murder Riza's step-dad.

"Cleo did not want to kill him. Cleo just wanted her shwiney things back," she bursts into tears. People stop what they are doing and stare at her.

"It's nothing. It's nothing," I reassure the people, but they keep staring. Riza gets up and turns around.

"He said that it's nothing so turn your little butts around and mind your own damn business," she yells at them. That surely gets their attention and the flight attendant's attention too.

"Ma'am, we did not say anyone could get up right now so could you please.." the flight attendant tries to calm down Riza, but Riza just gets in her face.

"I sit down, when I sit down. Got it tramp," she yells in her face.

"Well," the flight attendant snaps. "I don't appreciate the name you just called me."

"Well then. Here's what you need to do. Pull that too short skirt down, button that shirt up all the way because no one wants to see your flat chest, and get some real underwear on," Riza tells her politely. The attendant gasps and so does the rest of the audience watching this. Alagretto puts his head in his hands and looks out the window.

"How dare you..." the attendant tries to get back at Riza, but she's too slow.

"I'm just saying the truth. That thong does no wonders for you. I mean seriously, you have more wrinkles then that catastrophe of a dress Jessica Simpson wore on the red carpet in 2005. You would look better in granny pannies," Riza continues. (no meant to offend Jessica Simpson in anyway. It was the first thing that popped in my mind and personally I don't know what the dress look like or anything.)

"Why are you looking down there slut," the attendant asks, pissed off.

"Well its possible because every step you take, you're showing off you ass to the public. There are children up here. I'm sure they don't want to look and count how many STD's you could have in a single go," Riza retorts. Then she whispers in the attendant's wear.

"Try me again. You don't want to mess with fire," she hisses, and sits down. The flight attendant stomps down the aisle, mumbling about finding a new job and a knife to stab Riza with. I sigh. Please let this hellride be over soon.