Kay grumbled as she walked towards the elevator, a large stack of files in her hand. Her boss sent her to give them to one of the higher-ups (quite literally) on the ninety-seventh floor. He wouldn't let her fax them, saying she "needed the exercise." She finally reached the elevator, pressing 'up' before waiting. After a minute or so passed, she groaned, ready to slam her head into the wall.
Working at the World Trade Center had its pros and cons. Mostly cons.
The elevator 'dinged' and the doors opened. Kay walked into the elevator and pressed the button of the floor she needed to go to. The doors closed and annoying music started to play from the intercom of the elevator. She leaned on the wall of the elevator and flipped through the files in boredom.
It was supposed to be a normal day.
Suddenly the ground shook and a crash could be heard. Kay jumped and jerked back in surprise. The elevator opened, and she could see rushing towards the windows. She ran there with them and saw something that horrified her.
A plane had crashed into the tower right next to the one she was in.
She could see her coworkers panicking or getting help. Some were even having panic attacks. She just kept looking out the window, eyes wide in shock.
It was supposed to be a normal day.
...What happened?
She heard another crash and saw that another plane had crashed into the other tower.
The one she was in.
That was when she realized it.
This wasn't accidental.
People were sobbing and rushing up the stairs―probably to the roof―and with no time to think, Kay ran up there with them. After a few minutes of running, she made it to the roof, seeing people calling their families to inform them of the situation and that they loved them, and others even jumping off the building, knowing their fate. Kay's hazel eyes were full of tears as she looked at the horror around her, her brown hair, released from its messy ponytail, whipping at her face.
It was supposed to be a normal day.
She reached into the pocket of her dress skirt for her phone. When she couldn't find it, she realized that she had left it at her desk. The tears released, running down her cheeks and ruining her makeup, and getting smeared all over her face due to the wind.
She walked to the edge of the building to see a catastrophe. Firefighters were doing their best to put out the fire from the buildings and running into the buildings to save people, probably realizing that they most likely won't be coming out alive, while passersby stared in horror and police officers tried to restrain them.
Kay gulped and realized how this was going to end. She walked forward and she felt herself fall, ignoring the screams of the people below her.
Then there was darkness.
. . .
"What do you mean I have to go?!"
Alaska sighed. She was used to New York's constant stubbornness, but at this point it was getting annoying, especially in serious situation like this. New York stared at the cold state in anger and curiosity.
"The President gave Dad extra work today, so he can't go to the world meeting," Alaska explained, her scarf slightly muffling her words. "Besides, you have business meetings all the time. Aren't you used to this?"
"I have shit to do too, you know," New York said, ignoring Alaska's question. "Can't Washington go?"
Washington stuck his head into the room. "You called?" he asked. "By the way, did any of you see my bong?"
An angry tick mark appeared by Alaska's head. Ever since Washington had made marijuana legal, he had been using it for non-medical reasons, keeping it a secret from his bosses.
"No," Alaska answered. "California, New Jersey, or West Virginia probably took it again. You four are the only ones who smoke that shit anyway."
"'Kay, thanks," Washington said before leaving the room. A few moments later, he could be heard yelling throughout the American mansion. "CALIFORNIA, WHERE DID YOU GUYS PUT MY BONG?"
"I DON'T HAVE IT! ASK NEW JERSEY!" California answered, yelling just as loud.
Alaska sighed again, looking at New York. "New York, just go."
"No!" New York said firmly.
The aura around Alaska suddenly became dark. New York cowered back a bit in fear. "Kay,"―New York stiffened at the use of her real name―"You will go to that fucking meeting, you get me?"
"Y-yes ma'am," New York squeaked out. Even if she was older, Alaska could be extremely scary when she was mad. Perhaps she hung around will Russia too much.
The aura changed back to normal, and New York let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "Good," Alaska said, a pleasant smile on her face. "Now go change. You look like shit."
She gestured to New York's sweatpants and "I Heart NY" hoodie, both covered with stains. New York scowled. "So what if I want to wear this?"
Alaska's aura became dark again, and New York visibly flinched. "Okay, okay, I'm going," she said, calming down the Eskimo. New York grumbled to herself as she walked out of the room.
. . .
New York looked in the mirror, adjusting her tie and jacket slightly. She nodded slightly and walked over to the desk to look over the file on the topics of the meeting. Okay, so it's just an update on world events, that's not too bad… She put the file in her briefcase and picked it up. She winked at herself in the mirror and walked out of her room.
She walked down the stairs of the mansion to see California, New Jersey, Washington, and West Virginia plopped on the couch, eyes bloodshot and a bong laying by their feet. Yep, they were high.
California's blonde hair was messy and sticking up at places and her bikini was barely holding up at this point. A half-smoked cigarette was lazily hanging from New Jersey's fingers and her obviously sprayed hair was still intact. Her spray tan was starting to look orange at this point. She looked like a Mexican Barbie dipped in Cheetos. No wonder she and California were best friends.
Washington and West Virginia were hysterically laughing about something that they probably didn't even know anything about. They were practically laying on each other at this point. It was pretty obvious they had a thing for each other. It wasn't like anyone cared―their dad was dating their grandfather, for God's sake. Washington's flannel was halfway unbuttoned and his dark brown hair was a mess. West Virginia's light brown hair was pulled out of its usual ponytail and surprising not as messy as New York thought it would be. She and Washington probably had more weed than the other two. Her blue and gold hoodie was damp with something New York would rather not know about.
"I'm out," New York announced, gaining the states' attention.
"Good luck, Yorkie!" West Virginia called out before she and Washington erupted into a fit of giggles. New York scowled. She hated that nickname.
"Yeah, yeah," she muttered, walking out the door, trying to drown out West Virginia and Washington's laughter.
She wasn't mentally prepared for this shit.
. . .
wtf am i doing help me
God, this was so fun to write. Hope you like it.
By the way, one of the states in this chapter is my home state. Can you guess which one it is? :D
See ya later.