"I… I don't know what to say…" Dorothy said with shaking hands as she stood to face her boyfriend. Her boyfriend that is from a place far from Kansas, he's from New York.
"Oz ain't real, I know it, I seen da' proof." He said shooting dirty looks to the people around us, using unnecessary hand motions making me feel even more stupid and having myself doubt my thoughts. I have never been on drugs… There is no possible way Oz could have been a dream, everything seemed so real. All the little details within a short distance, the yellow brick road beneath my ruby slippers, everything was real. I looked down at my sneakers.
"I know it's real, I've never been on drugs, it couldn't have been a dream. Don't doubt me, this is da ghetto and I can leave at any time because I don't like it here anyway." I was getting angry, steaming, my blood boiling as it rushed through my body… my hands shaking even more as I waited for the response to come from his blank face.
"Don't leave me baby," He pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I was trying to resist someone I was so angry at, but considering what we've done, I couldn't say no. He was pissing me off though, I mean there is no way in hell I could ever doubt Oz. He started feeling up my leg. "DUDE? WHAT DA FUCK YOU DOIN'?"
"Baby, your tasty," I melted in his arms, I crumbled to pieces as his kisses talked to me, almost telling a love story about our past. Even though he was black, and from the ghetto, in a gang, and gets in legal trouble all the time, I have to bail him the hell out. I'm sick of it, I mean I wish I could to back to Oz, take him with me and give him a taste of the perfect fantasy world. There is the witch, the one who tries to ruin every ones fun. Theres the good one and her little servants, like the munchkins. Then, you got me, the dumbass bitch who comes up into their land and is all like 'HEY GUYS! I'M JUST GONNA CHILL HERE, YOU KNOW?' That's not how it goes. "Hey baby, I gotta go home now, I'm tired" I said, my eye lids drooping, my shoulders slouching and my knees nearly giving out.
"Do you wanna just go to my house and chill?" He asked me, his arms still loosely around me in a hug. I wiped my eyes.
"Sure," I yawned, "sounds good." I got in his car, we cruised through the streets of New York City. My hair blew ferociously in the wind as it whipped over us as we looked fly in the convertible. All I was thinking about was how I could convince him about Oz. I was all cranky so I turned on the radio and started jamming out to rap. "This…This is channel 107z, your source for rap, and soul…" It was suddenly cut off by a voice of stern, seriousness. "We interrupt this cast for an important announcement. There is a high chance for tornadoes in the area, I repeat, a high chance of many twisters and a tornado in the area. Please start preparing. The storms could occur at any time…" I zoned out, looking at the sky line, studying every detail of the horizon. I saw a few clouds roll in. "Damawl, this is bull." I threw out a remark.
"Total, the skys are totally clear." Damawl stopped at the red light, a chill whipped through the city. It wasn't long after the stoplight when we arrived home to our apartment. Just in case, I threw together a mini emergency kit. Band aids? Check. Extra clothes? Check. Food? Water? Emergency phone numbers? Check, check, check. I threw them in a bag and sat down to relax.
Shortly after I finally could throw away my cares and just relax, regardless of the warning, I heard sudden cracks of thunder, lightning flashes, and the sky turned from blue to gray. I knew this was happening now. I went to go get Damawl. "Dam! Quick, the tornado is a'rollin' in!" I said, we got onto the bed, and layed there. We tried to stand so we could hold some things in place as the storm violently rattled the houses, and both hit our heads onto the wall. We simultaneously crashed to the floor. The last thing I remember is hallucinating, having horrifying music playing back in my head, like the music of the wicked witch. I was out for a while after that and didn't see the clock to remember when I had passed out. If only I could know. Awkwardly but usually, I woke up first. The place I 'thought' I was seeing looked strangely familiar. Then it hit me.
Just then, Damawl woke up.
