Note to Self: Find out what mom is on, and get some.
Okay back to reality. Packing! I need to pack, I told myself, while walking into my closet. I looked through a few racks and picked out some a few pairs of old Espirit capris (ew), a few random shirts (ew), and other things I would never be caught dead in. I pulled out a bright blue suitcase and threw them in.
"ANGELA GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!" My "mom" called from across the house.
Ugh someone should get a pencil, stab her, then let her bleed to death while watching as her designer clothes were burned.
"Hehheheh," I chuckled to myself as I walked down the stairs, lugging my suitcase beside me.
"Doubt time you showed up," The witch from hell said smirking.
" Yeah whatever. I'm ready to go now." I told her.
Good job Angela! I mentally congratulated myself. Go off with dignity, I urged myself.
"Really? No begging? No bargaining your soul?" The witch asked, while raising an eyebrow.
"Nope, I'm good to go." I told her, motioning to my suitcase.
"Okay, go say goodbye to your father first," She said, as she inspected a fingernail.
I rolled by eyes as I walked into his office.
"I'm going Dad. I'll see ya when 'I've had a slice of life" I said while using air-quotes on the last part.
My dad looked up from his work and gave me an unsure smile, "Okay dear, now don't get into trouble," He said as he let out a shaky laugh.
"I won't." I said before hugging him and walking away.
FOUR HOURS LATER
"We're almost to Waffle Island!" Said the creepy old guy, as he put his arm around my shoulders.
Well, I guess there isn't an age limit to being a rapist, I thought as I shrugged off his arm.
"Okay thanks," I told him as I started speed walking towards the other end of the boat, eager to get away from him.
As I approached the front of the boat, I saw a small island surrounded completely by water. As the boat got closer I saw there was a little dock with around twenty people swarmed around it.
What the hell?
After a few minutes the boat stopped and I walked off the boat.
"Hi, I'm Hamilton!" Said a short, fat guy, as he looked straight at my boobs.
"Um, Okay? Could you please, refrain from gaping at my breasts?" I angrily told him, as I put my arms over my chest.
A few of the older "residents" gasped, while a guy with peach hair and purple eyes shouted, "Way to tell him straight!" as he smirked.
But a second later a old looking pink haired women told him to shut up.
"Oh, sorry," He said looking flustered.
"Apology accepted. Now can I please speak to the Mayor," I asked, needing to get an escort to my farm.
"I am the mayor," He told me, as If it should be obvious.
Oh dear god. The mayors a pedophile, not a good sign.