"Oh, no!" I turn back to Mr.Anderson just as he runs around the desk and pushes through the characters to where I left the dolls.
"Ethan, did you move the Disney dolls from where you were sitting?
"No, why--" I stop as it hits me. These people are dresses and look just like the dolls.
Are those the dolls? I ask him gesturing toward the characters, who are now standing around the circle rug.
He nods his head with the horrified expression back.
"FUCK!" Everyone turns towards my outburst. "First, you lying to me about who you are and now this? Fuck, no!" I turn and walk towards the glass door. As I open the door I feel a presence behind me and turn around to see the 12 characters lined up behind me, as if I'm the line leader in a kindergarten class.
"Do you need something?" I ask the character at the front of the line, which is Prince Charming, who strangely looks exactly like Isaak Presley. Cinderella's Prince, I take a mental note.
"We're coming with you." He answers with a perfectly white prince smile.
I look down the line and back up.
"Uh..no." I turn to Mr. Anderson, glare at his hurt expression, and walk out the door. The sun hits me hard and I have to squint for a few seconds, I begin to walk and look around. I'm in a retail park. The "stores", if you can even call them that, are blank and deserted.
Ugh, where am I? How do I get home?
Looking around some more, I see a huge open field across the vacant street.
Nothing else is here except the retail park and the field.
"Wait!" All 12 characters yell in unison, I roll my eyes and turn around, standing in the middle of the parking lot, as they come towards me.
"What do you want?"
"We have to stay with you." Prince Adam(The beast) answers
"Oh my god, did Noah put you up to this?" I roll my eyes again and cross my arms, I'm done showing him respect by calling him, Mr. Anderson.
"No, I didn't." I turn to see Noah behind me.
How the heck did he get behind me? I left him in the building.
"Uh..." he rubs the back of his neck and looks at the ground. "I can teleport."
"Seriously, is there anything else you can do that I don't know about?" I scrunch my eyebrows in anger, arms still crossed.
"We'll get back to that, but I need to tell you something important."
"Are you kidding?! I'm just trying to get home!" I stomp my foot like a 5-year-old, my fists now clenched at my sides.
"I know, but in order for you to go home you have to listen to me."
"Ugh." I groan and look up at him, It's obviously important.
"Fine...but you better be quick." I stab my finger into the middle of his chest.
"Ok, first things first..." He looks down, following his line of sight I see him grabbing the pistol out of a gun holster on his belt.
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My Dreams
Krótkie OpowiadaniaEveryone dreams. Whether it's Dreaming while sleep, daydreaming, or thinking about what you want to do later in your life. Have you ever had a weird dream? Have you ever had a dream that made you want to tell everyone about it? Dreams are strange t...
