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5. What the H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks is Happening

After a few seconds my sight recovers. My heart is beating a thousand miles per hour. I turn around quickly and look for my sister. She stares back at me in shock, but she looks okay. I turn to my left, and see Charlie blinking, not saying a word, but breathing. Other than a few cuts and bruises we all seem okay.

I've never truly believed in miracles. But as the three of us wordlessly get out of the car, unable to say anything, I'm stunned. The car is totaled. The windows are smashed, and the back door on the right is lodged into a tree. If there are such things as miracles, then I think I've just witnessed one.

Dana is the first one to speak. "Wow," she only says one world, call it a sister bond, but I know exactly what she means.

"Wow," I repeat, brushing off the dust from my jeans.

Charlie starts walking towards us. "Is everyone okay," he asks. I look over and him, and his face is blank. Still shocked.

"Yeah," Dana and I answer in unison.

Charlie nods and walks over to the front of the car. He opens the door to the driver's seat, gets in, and tries to start the car. Meanwhile, Dana tells me she's going to call 911. I try to contact my mom, I don't want her getting worried, it's getting pretty late.

I grab my phone from my back pocket, and I open up my contacts, but they all have been erased except for Charlie and Dana's. Odd. I dial my mom's number from memory. The phone rings a couple of times, and I hear an automated voice at the other end of the line, "The number you have dialed does not exist." I type it again and again, but the the same mechanic voice picks up every time. I start to worry, I look at the upper right corner of my phone. Maybe I don't have service, I think. But I do, all four bars are there. I look at the service provider, and I'm perplexed. Since when did T-Mobile switch their name to G-Mobile? I dial Lucy's phone but still nothing.

I give up, and walk over to my sister who is looking just as confused as I am.

"I don't get it", she says, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration, "I called the police and told them were we are, but they told me that the road doesn't exist. So I told them that we were near Tiffany's Iced Delights, and they told me they've never heard of the place."

Dana pauses and I ask," Who in Chestetville hasn't heard of Tiffany's?"

"I know," Dana exclaims. She starts rambling like a madwoman, "that's what I said. But then the cops asked me where Chesterville was, and I told them that here is Chestetville. But they said that there's no town by that name anywhere near here. Then they started asking me if I was high, so I obviously got scared and hung up."

I tell Dana what happened when I tried to call mom and Lucy, and we both start to panic. I look around us. I try to spot someone watching us, and I'm half expecting Ashton Kutcher to come out of the foliage with a camera telling me ' You just got Punk'd' and then I remember I'm not a celebrity, and this is real life.

The adrenaline of the crash starts dissipating, and for the first time I look at Dana. "Is it me or did you just get ten times prettier," I ask. Her chest is bigger, her lips fuller, and her hair straighter. Her face is cleared up, and the little birthmark she had on top of her lip is gone. Dana also isn't using her glasses which she would normally be blind without. The girl standing in front of me still looks like my sister, but better?

"Did you," she asks.

And that's when I realize, I'm 'hotter' too. Well not, hotter isn't the word, I'm cuter. In the time span of 1 second, I've managed to lose 10 pounds. I look down at my boobs which seem to have gone from an A-cup to a B-cup. I touch my back and, is that a butt?