Ayleiyah walked down the halls of her hotel, avoiding any hotel staff that
may have been wandering the halls also. She was nonchalantly humming
"Santa Fe" from the movie "Newsies." She smiled as she heard her best
friend, Melaena, running up behind her, humming the same tune. They
laughed and belted the song out at the top of their lungs, allowing the
words and melody to echo through the lavishly decorated, empty pool room as
they walked in and sat down on the plush lounging chairs.
"Then I'm free, like the wind, like I'm gonna live foreva!" The two girls sang with a practically perfected "New Yawk" accent. "It's a feelin' time can neva take away.all I need's a few moah dollas, and I'm outta here ta stay! Dreams come true, yes they do, in Santa Fe." They continued singing, letting their voices be heard through the empty, extravagant pool room of the Waldorf=Astoria on Park Avenue in New York City.
"Wheah does it say-"
"Girls."
"Ahh!"
Melaena's older sister laughed as the girls turned around, startled.
"Kara, you scared the shit out of us!"
"Sorry." She giggled. "I just had to tell you that you're going to have to change rooms, the hotel made a mistake in the room arrangements. Here's the key to your new room, you're going to have switch tonight. It's room 124." Kara said, handing them the room card.
"Thanks, Kara. We'll get right to it." Melaena laughed as Kara walked away.
"I suppose we should start, huh?" Ayleiyah asked, shrugging her shoulders indifferently.
"Yeah, I s'pose." Melaena shrugged back. They started up to their room, gathered all their bags and went down the stairs to the hallway of their new room.
As they turned into the hallway, a blast of cool air hit them, almost knocking them to the ground.
"What the flying fuck was that?" Melaena asked cautiously.
"I have no idea." Ayleiyah said.
Then everything went black.
Ayleiyah opened her eyes again, feeling herself laying on the ground somewhere, looking straight at Melaena. Melaena's eyes popped open as well, and her usually bright, confident azure eyes looked at Ayleiyah fearfully.
"We're not in the hotel, are we?" Her now tiny voice echoed through the alley they had ended up in. This question caused Ayleiyah to look closer around her surroundings. It was definitely not the hotel.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." She muttered, trying to push the fearful feeling in her gut down with a little humor.
Ayleiyah took a better look around. She noticed that they were in a very dirty, trashy alley, and it was about dusk. The bags that they had been holding were scattered around them, still intact, which was more than Ayleiyah could say for herself.
Cautiously she stood up and looked closer around the place. The gut feeling she had became much more of an understanding than a feeling. She knew that what had just happened to them was something extraordinary, something unexpected.
"Melaena." Ayleiyah whispered.
Melaena looked up at Ayleiyah with wondering eyes.
"I have one thing to say." Ayleiyah started. "Carryin' tha bannah."
Melaena gasped. Ayleiyah knew that Melaena had the same understanding Ayleiyah did. "You don't think."
"Hey-" a young male's voice said, coming around the corner. "Who jis' said dat?"
Melaena and Ayleiyah froze, unable to move or speak. The voice came around the corner, showing its ownership of a body. He was about 15 or so; dark- skinned, wearing knickers, a work shirt and a brown vest, and an old hat.
"Who'a you?" The guy said in a think Bronx accent. He stepped closer to them and looked them both up and down.
"Mebbe I should be asking what'a you?"
"Uh." Ayleiyah started, then fell to the ground.
"Then I'm free, like the wind, like I'm gonna live foreva!" The two girls sang with a practically perfected "New Yawk" accent. "It's a feelin' time can neva take away.all I need's a few moah dollas, and I'm outta here ta stay! Dreams come true, yes they do, in Santa Fe." They continued singing, letting their voices be heard through the empty, extravagant pool room of the Waldorf=Astoria on Park Avenue in New York City.
"Wheah does it say-"
"Girls."
"Ahh!"
Melaena's older sister laughed as the girls turned around, startled.
"Kara, you scared the shit out of us!"
"Sorry." She giggled. "I just had to tell you that you're going to have to change rooms, the hotel made a mistake in the room arrangements. Here's the key to your new room, you're going to have switch tonight. It's room 124." Kara said, handing them the room card.
"Thanks, Kara. We'll get right to it." Melaena laughed as Kara walked away.
"I suppose we should start, huh?" Ayleiyah asked, shrugging her shoulders indifferently.
"Yeah, I s'pose." Melaena shrugged back. They started up to their room, gathered all their bags and went down the stairs to the hallway of their new room.
As they turned into the hallway, a blast of cool air hit them, almost knocking them to the ground.
"What the flying fuck was that?" Melaena asked cautiously.
"I have no idea." Ayleiyah said.
Then everything went black.
Ayleiyah opened her eyes again, feeling herself laying on the ground somewhere, looking straight at Melaena. Melaena's eyes popped open as well, and her usually bright, confident azure eyes looked at Ayleiyah fearfully.
"We're not in the hotel, are we?" Her now tiny voice echoed through the alley they had ended up in. This question caused Ayleiyah to look closer around her surroundings. It was definitely not the hotel.
"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." She muttered, trying to push the fearful feeling in her gut down with a little humor.
Ayleiyah took a better look around. She noticed that they were in a very dirty, trashy alley, and it was about dusk. The bags that they had been holding were scattered around them, still intact, which was more than Ayleiyah could say for herself.
Cautiously she stood up and looked closer around the place. The gut feeling she had became much more of an understanding than a feeling. She knew that what had just happened to them was something extraordinary, something unexpected.
"Melaena." Ayleiyah whispered.
Melaena looked up at Ayleiyah with wondering eyes.
"I have one thing to say." Ayleiyah started. "Carryin' tha bannah."
Melaena gasped. Ayleiyah knew that Melaena had the same understanding Ayleiyah did. "You don't think."
"Hey-" a young male's voice said, coming around the corner. "Who jis' said dat?"
Melaena and Ayleiyah froze, unable to move or speak. The voice came around the corner, showing its ownership of a body. He was about 15 or so; dark- skinned, wearing knickers, a work shirt and a brown vest, and an old hat.
"Who'a you?" The guy said in a think Bronx accent. He stepped closer to them and looked them both up and down.
"Mebbe I should be asking what'a you?"
"Uh." Ayleiyah started, then fell to the ground.
