How their story started.
A girl was in a boat a warm June morning. She woke up and looked around her. "What..who am I? What am I?" She says startled . "WHERE am I?" She noticed that she was in a boat, but the boat wasn't moving. She started to row it. It took her hours and hours of rowing, with occasional stops, but then she finally found land. She look excited. for it was noon when she got there. She danced around, happy to find land after what seemed like a lifetime at sea. She went to the sandy beach and started making sand castles. It was at that moment she saw in the corner of her eyes a building. She got up and abandoned her sand castles. She started walking towards the building. As soon as she got into the office, she got scanned. She saw an elevator . She walked into it. Without pressing a button, the elevator moved upward. She was soon pushed into an apartment by the elevator wall. She walked into the empty room and looked up. She saw a girl who looked just like her, but a different version. "Hi!" The girl said. "Hey. You look just like me!"
After I say this she smiles. She then fills something out. My name. My dob. And the year I was born. I seem confused. Why was she choosing my again, I do look like her. I must have the same features as her. I then spit out the words, "I'm hungry!" What the?! I didn't want to do that. But I am very hungry. Then, almost immediately, a present box appears on my right side. I want to turn to look at it. But something is holding me back. She then presses the button and leaves. I then fall after trying to move out of my stuck body. What is going on? What kind of mouse trap have I been caught in? And my face. Why was it stuck in a smile? The girl then comes back and something makes me stand back up. She presses my thought bubble. "I sure am hungry!" I say. She then leaves again, but I am still standing. Why am I being forced to things that I don't want to do?! I try to scream. But that something is still controlling me. I see a plate of pancakes on my left side. they look delicious. I reach out for them, but she can't see this. Why? I am stuck. She then moves the plate towards me. I eat it. Even the plate. The pancakes were good, but they plate gave me a funny feeling. I wanted to say I feel sick, but I jump up in a happy motion. She laughs and says, "I actually prefer waffles!"