Maya Ambrosia was on her way home for Christmas when her plane crashed. There were no survivors, or so they say. When Maya wakes up she no longer finds herself on the plane but on a bed surrounded by people she doesn't know. After a while in this co...
I lazily open one eye. "Shut up," I say to the intruder. The person heaves out a huge sigh. "Come! We're late! We were supposed to meet the boys 10 minutes ago!"
Oh yeah. For some odd reason we were supposed to hang out with them.
I fully open my eyes and toward Cynthia who is still shaking me. "Five more min-"
"Nope!"
"Ten-"
"You're literally just making it longer."
"Fifteen-"
"Shut the fuck up and get your ass out of bed."
My eyebrows go up to Mars and my eyes are the size of moons. "Excuse me? How'd you learn how to swear?!"
She looked at me like I was dumb. "You hanky danky piece of shi-"
"Ok ok that's enough!" I say while laughing.
I get up and head into my bathroom. Since I'm running late I take a quick shower and head into my closet to look for an outfit to wear. "Hey! Cynthia! Where are we going?" I call out.
"Theme park!" She replies.
This world was incredibly similar to Earth, with all the modern conveniences. I look for an outfit suitable for walking around all day in the sun.
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Finally I pick a cute little strapless white dress paired with a beige purse and sun hat. I walk out and twirl around for Cynthia who was waiting patiently for me.
She gives me a thumbs-up and says "You look great! Now let's get going."
The car ride to the amusement park was uneventful, unless you count the fact that a bird took a massive shit right in the middle of the windshield as we stopped at a red light.
Once we arrived we followed the sounds of the girlish squeals until we found the boys. "Oi! We're here!" Cynthia calls out.
"Hey! Get back! Who do you think you are, trying to get them to pay attention to you?"
"We're literally their fucking sisters, bitch." I say with a bored look.
She sneers and says, "Yeah right. That's all you could ever dream of being."
During all this, Oscar had spotted us and waved. "Oh my gosh he's waving at me!" The girl who was being rude squealed. Bitch please.
The boys made their way over to us. Michael clapped me on the shoulder, "Hey, wanna go in?" He asked us. "Sure!" Cynthia replied.
