Taylors P.O.V
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"I don't think you want to know why you are here." Chloe whispered, even though it was only her and I.
I whispered back, "Why wouldn't I, what do I have to lose?"
"So much more than what you know, you know your prettier in real life." She smiled.
"Stop moving your way around my question. How am I here."
" Only you can answer that Taylor."
" I think you can"
"And, I think that you can"
"WHO, WHAT WHEN WHERE HOW"
"See now, your gettin' smart"
"Are you gonna answer me or not?!"
" I don't know, I guess we will see."
That bitch thought she was so sly.
Meanwhile the quail was making
some weird noises. After about 3 minuets of silence, the quail talked... it spoke words. "Yea, I hate it Im so done I'm going to leave forever" it popped. Not like it popped and guts flew everywhere
it like just seized to exists. Chloe didnt seem phased by it at all. She was brushing her teeth...
"Um. Your little pet just poofed away."
"Yep-erroni duck-erroni"
"...you don't even care?"
"Why should I, my teeth need 'cleansing'"
"But like-" she cut me off,
"Butts are for anal, no butts here".
"Why am I here."
"Your not dead."
"I know you told me that."
"You were starting to think you were"
It was true I was but she didn't need to stress that point. God sometimes she was so annoying"
"Why. Am. I. Here. How. Am. I here."
"I like the way you phrased that, do you really want to know?"
"I think."
"Yes or no."
"Yes"
"Your in a coma"
