Hello is Failing Wings, I hope you like my story.
Disclaimer: I own nothing except Helena and Marina
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All I wished was for something interesting to happen, not get transported to one of those weird picture book worlds that Marina talked about! Stupid remote didn't change the channel I wanted it to now I'm stuck here...wherever here is. Oh wait you have no idea what I'm going on about, I'll tell you.
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It was the same as any old day. I wake up to my little brother screeching in my ear, shove him into my dresser. He screams, my mom screams at me, I go to school without breakfast, and then Marina gives me a pop tart in Homeroom.
"You know Lena you shouldn't depend on me for food, for all you know I might get a cold or something and then you won't get your pop tart," Marina advised me as if I cared, after realizing I didn't care she went back to reading whatever manga series she brought to school today. It was called Death something or other. But that doesn't matter what matters is how I would watch T.V. today after this morning.
"Hey Mar can I come over to your house after school? I hear theres going to be a show involving cute baby animals," I trailed off knowing Marina couldn't resist the idea of cute lion cubs.
"Fine just don't throw the remote at the T.V. again," then her expression turned darkly amused "After all a portal to another world might just open up." We both laughed at the joke but stopped when the teacher came in. A perfectly normal school day, until it ended.
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"Hey don't jump over the sofa," called Marina halfheartedly as I did so to get into a comfortable lounge position. Ignoring her I turned the T.V. on, it was speaking in some weird language(AN: Poor Helena can't find the differences between Japanese other languages.) and some title thing was going.
"Oh! Today is the Death Note marathon, keep it on that channel while I get us some Cheetos," Marina said leaning on the couch over my head. I grunted which she took for an agreement. I watched with mild interest, the music was nice though I understood none of it. I looked at the window and opened it letting the October air in. When I went back on the left side of the screen was a guy writing extravagantly, while on the other side some guys were falling over holding their chests. Then it closed up on the guy who had been writing's eyes.
I decided to turn the channel after all those baby animals weren't going to watch themselves, and I heard there was a special on panda babies. So after finding the remote under the couch cushions and resting my backpack on my stomach comfortably. I proceeded to try and change the channel. Try key word.
"Stupid remote! Work already," I shouted hurling the remote at the T.V. Then the screen turned white blinking back and forth from the show in the odd language and white. I stayed quite, mesmerized by the shining lights. Then it engulfed me.