I am on the bus, but I don't remember waking up, and I don't remember getting ready. Everything is confusing. People say hi to me, and I reply, without even thinking. I look down to see what I'm wearing, leggings, an Under Armour sweatshirt, and my black boots. Leggings... really? Clearly I was on autopilot again. I never wear leggings with sporty tops, I never have, and I never will... before today of course.
Before I know it, I am in the hallway. I am staring at something... but what was I staring at? I hear two laughs followed by a, "Welcome back to Earth! How was your flight?"
"Hahaha! Aren't you hilarious, Alex?" I say sarcastically.
"Hahaha! So are you, Betty!" He replies.
"Why Betty?" I laugh.
"Why Alex? I'm Trey." I pause. What is happening? "Here, let me introduce you to Alex." Then to... Alex?... I think that's what he called him. "Hey Alex!"
Alex walks over. "What do you want Trey?"
"Lindsey... Alex... Alex... Lindsey."
"Is this some joke?" I ask.
"Um... no... Are you joking?" They ask me.
"What? No!" Suddenly, someone cranked the heat, by like 40 degrees. I begin sweating. I quickly wipe my brow with my sleeve. I am panting.
BIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
A horrid sound rips through the air. Quickly, I cover my ears tightly.
"Aw Linds! You made us late... again."
"What hour is it? What was that sound?" I am soooo confused.
"Ok... space alien... it's 5th hour... and that was called a bell. You see... it magically dings every hour and lets us peasants know when we have to go to our jail cells." Trey answers sarcastically. I stare at him blankly. "We already ate lunch? Are you sure?"
"Trey, I think she's serious... Lindsey, are you ok?"
Drool drips down my face. I try to wipe it away, but I can't feel my fingers. They feel numb and swollen. My head throbs. I hear blood running through my ears. I cross my eyes.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I-"
Everything goes black.
A/N
Hey Guys! I felt sooooo bad that I thought I'd post two chapters in one day! How spoiled are you? Hahaha. Stay cool!
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