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It began late one Saturday afternoon, as the sun was nearing its destination in its routine decent into the clear, open waters of an ocean. It began with five teenage girls, all lined up on a bottle green couch patterned with flowers. Their faces red from laughing. They all sat there grinning stupidly. Spread out on the floor were an unbelievably massive amount of DVDs and videos contained numerous anime shows and movies.
A mixed soundtrack from movies (including Grease, rocky horror picture show, Anastasia and Mulan) blasted through the speakers of a stereo. The current song came to a close, and the next track began. A woman’s voice sounded and she began ranting about luck. Church bells rang through the room, acting as an introduction for the irresistible guitar that followed it. One of the girls, a fourteen year old with long blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, jumped up, her whole body tingling with excitement.
“It’s the Time Warp!!” She squealed, causing the other girls to jump up with equal excitement. Soon, they were singing and throwing their limbs around in time to the beat, laughing the entire time. They did it all. They jumped to the left, then stepped to the right. They even pelvic thrusted when required. But all too soon the song had come to a close, and the girls collapsed to the floor, in tears from laughing. They all lay panting for a minute or so before anyone really began to function again.
Liza was the first to sit up. Her hair, which was chocolate brown, but shined an almost red colour in the sun, hung over her face. She brushed it behind her ear with her slender fingers and listened attentively. Smiling, she swayed to the new song. A slow number. It filled her whole body and needed to be released. Behind her, she felt someone follow suite. She turn to see a cheerful face with hazel eyes grinning at her, her golden brown hair swept back into a ponytail. Emily. They both nodded, and in next to no time the whole gang were ballroom dancing around the room with invisible partners.
“Satoshi is a wonderful dancer.” Shannon, the blonde, called to her friends in a false upper-class voice.
“Aaah, but none could beat the charm and grace of Zoro, dear friend.” Liza said, joining in with the joke.
Gabrielle, a noisy girl with straight brown hair and glasses, grinned. “I don’t mind whether or not he can dance, Ace is still so awesome!!”
“I’m dancing with Dark!”
“b-but Emily! Dark’s such a ladies man!” Cried the girls.
“Your just jealous,” Emily stuck her tongue out playfully at her friends “that I am dancing with a Phantom Thief.”
Shannon looked over at the final member of the group. She had long, wavy black hair, and hazel-green eyes. “Who are you dancing with, Tess?” Tess smiled, but shrugged. It’s a secret.
“aw, come on Tess!” the others pestered, in a way that was not at all annoying. “Tell us!”
Tess shook her head, laughing. This seemed to irritate Gabrielle slightly, so she picked up a pillow and threw it. Hard. It soared through the air, and hit Tess in the face.
“that was uncalled for!” She shouted, throwing it back at the same, if not more force that Gabrielle. Liza, not one to miss out on the fun, jumped up out of nowhere, hitting Gabrielle in the back of the head. “Double Attack!!!” Shannon bellowed, letting go of two pillows, one in each hand. One of them headed toward Emily, her dodging it. The other took to the air for only a couple of seconds before hitting the ground and bouncing off into a dark, and very empty, corner. Shannon gave it an evil stare.
Meanwhile, Emily, Liza and Tess were ganging up on Gabrielle. They were ‘getting her back’ for instigating the fight. “Aaaargh!” Gabrielle was cowering in the foetal position. After they had been hitting her for a minute, with no sighs of stopping any time soon, Gabrielle decided it was time for a different plan of action.
“BAIL!” She exclaimed, diving out of the circle they had formed around her, only to be greeted by a pillow. And Shannon. “MWAH HA HA!” Although Gabrielle wasn’t really afraid of getting whacked by Shannon, she had no intention of getting hit again. She jumped up. Too suddenly for Shannon, it seemed, because Shannon stumbled backward. She tripped, knocking into an old vase. It wobbled, and though both Shannon and Gabrielle dived for it, they smacked heads, the vase crashing to the ground.
Glittering dust seemed to rain from the ceiling, and shards of Emily’s mothers vase (for they were at her house) scattered across the living room.
“I’m sorry Emily! I‘ll fix it!” Gabrielle and Shannon cried simultaneously. Emily then burst into laughter at the weird coincidence of her friends saying the exact same thing at the exact same time.
“Gotta laugh to keep from crying, I guess.” Smiled Tess.
“it..it’s still…falling….” The girls were confused. It was true, the dust continued to fall, as if it were snowing. Shannon held out her hand, letting the dust fall into it. Instead it seemed to drop through, like it was transparent. Looking around, She also noticed there was nothing accumulating on the floor. Her Friends were dancing around in it and laughing., but something was a little odd. They too were becoming transparent.
“Guys?” she called, but they didn’t seem to hear her. So she tried again. “Guys?!”
They turned and waved at her, smiling, and then they were gone. They just disappeared. Then the surroundings did as well. Shannon stood there in a mist of white. Alone. The dust was still falling, and Shannon let it engulf her. There was a flash of blinding light, and when She opened her eyes the fog had cleared.
Upon looking around, she saw that she was standing by a fountain, on the top of a hill. She appeared to be on the outskirts of a town situated around a number of cliffs, which explained the “hill” feeling she had gotten. It was a little chilly, which was quite a contrast from the stale summer air that had surrounded her a minute ago, and a gentle was rippling through her hair.
She heard footsteps approaching, and crouched behind the edge of the fountain, watching to see who, or what it was. As the figure came into view, Shannon gasped. She shook her head, disbelieving. She needed to find her friends, and where she was, not to be distracted by her imagination. That’s all it was, she kept telling herself. She looked up again, trying to reassure herself, but the figure was still there, real as her own hand clasped in shock, across her face.
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