"Accidental" Happenings

Jori James was an above average teenage girl. She had all the clothes and the hottest eye-chips. (Devices like contacts that you put on your eye. It’s like a cell phone, but with maps, video chat, and such) Not to mention all the boys drooled over at as much a sideways glance from her. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with her blonde baby doll hair, perfectly plumped pink lips, sparkling violate colored eye-chipped eyes, and the light brush of freckles dabbled over her high, delicate cheek bones. Jori had it all. The perfectly set life that needed no altering...The thing no one knew about this entire hubbub of wonderfulness, was that she was kidnapped. She, herself, didn’t even know it until the day of her sixteenth birthday. December eighteenth, twenty one-thousand and seven is when it hit her like a hover car at top speed. She, no matter how hard she tried, couldn’t get the thought out of her head that she didn’t fit in with this rendezvous of exactness. She finally felt out of place. Her top notch features felt fake. Jori James knew an adventure when she saw one, and this, whatever it was when it all started, seemed like a fantastic way to pass the snowy winter break in mucky Michigan perfectly.