All Because Of My Pink Floral Suitcase.

In a world where (You got to do it in that movie trailer guy's deep voice, or it just doesn't work. It's not the same without his voice) Justin Bieber peeing in a mop bucket is our breaking news… 5 underdogs worlds' literally collide and go hand in hand with each other. Beatrice Dorothea Helena Green, Elizabeth Grace Daley, Helga Sven Schmidt, Michael Wong, and Butch learnt the hard way how one single error, even if that error happens to be a pink plastic suitcase with big white polka dots on it, can lead to utter disaster. Their lives were turned upside down within seconds for some, minutes of others, and 2 weeks for one. How will they cope once they are forced to step out of their comfort zones and interact with each other as partners in crime? At what length are they willing to get back to their own usual, typical, cliche, ordinary teenage life? Will they turn backs? Will there be fist to face action, or tongue to tongue action? Will there be losses on the way, or gains on the way? I don't know, but rumour has it that they might just walk away form an explosion without looking back, just like an complete bad ass. In a world where twerking and selfie are actual words in the oxford dictionary, 7 billion and more people live in this world. 316,600,000 and more people live in United States of America, and 1,000,000 and more people rush around the Grand Central Station to go on with their everyday life; but 5 people, no 5 people and a very peculiar, and pink association rush right into each other, brewing action, romance, curiosity, memories and for the sake of their's and our future, creating a BOOM. A lot of BOOMS actually. All because of a single hour, in one day, in one station.