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

No.

Riza's POV

"I'm NOT putting that shiit on" I say, as I throw the kimono back down, and pulled my hair back. Everyone looked at me.

"But-"

"No."

"So, then how are we-"

"I'll cross dress. I can't stand those things. They're too dressy. And I hate dressy stuff. I wanna know where we are, and get the hell outta here. Something is definitely up here, so I'm not taking any chances" I say, meaning it, giving the others a death stare.

"Riza, are you-"

"I'm fine, I just am a little stressed out" I say, looking down at my feet, going into a daydream

"Riza, what do you think you're doing?!" Alagretto screamed, as I dangled above a pit of lava, aparently by my choice, as I tied my foot to a rope that was tied loosely to the celling. I was trying to get something....

"I'm going to try and get the others. You said we'd stay together until the end, right? Well, I don't think this can be the end. I'm the only one who can try and swing myself over to Aly and Dimitri, it's too hot for the rest of you"

"Cleo says be careful" Cleo replied, glowing a silverish color, seeing that she had shwiney things shoved in her pockets.

"Riza, just be careful," Alagretto says, looking me in the eyes, as I tighten the rope on my left ankle, starting to swing back and forth

"Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright," I say, as if I was also trying to convince myself more than him. I couldn't stop what I was doing. It was like I was myself, without any control

I tried to stop myself, but it was too late, I only saw blackness

"Riza" A faint voice calls out. It repeats my name over and over again, as I Begin to see light, and faces of my friends.

"Whaaa" I moan, seeing them all here. I wasn't dreaming anymore, but I was laying down on the floor.

"A celling panel fell on your head, and you blacked out for a few minutes. But no worries, Cleo healed you right up!" Cleo proudly said, getting slapped in the back of the head by Damien.

"Than explains everything" I moan, sitting up, rubbing the sides of my forehead.

"You sure you're okay?" Aly questions, kneeling down beside me.

"Yeah, just can I borrow one of you guy's clothes?" I say, pulling my hair back, and pushing it under a black baseball cap, putting it on my head.