I waited for mom and dad again. I was going off to school; they couldn't be around me anymore. And they were going to have to deal.
I grinned at them, as they wandered casually out the door.
"What's your hurry?" asked mom.
"What's your procrastination?" I asked back.
She mocked me and I laughed.
I tried to imagine my parents as old uninteresting people. I failed. They looked as young as I, 17, and they kicked other people's asses for money. They were cool enough.
At least they stopped leaving me.
My father winked at me, his blonde hair was in the way.
"Can we go now?" I asked impatiently.
"Yeah, if you want," he answered back, trying to keep a straight face.
We spent the summer together, the whole family, for the first time in years, and now it was time to separate and go our separate ways.
I opened the door to the driver's side and attempted to get in when I felt a sharp pain in my side.
I gasped for air and groaned.
"Jonica?" Mom asked concerned.
"What's wrong?" my father finished.
"I-," I cut myself off when another pain caught me by surprise. I clutched my side.
"Mom?" I asked helpless as I felt myself fall.
I didn't hit the ground; instead I was sucked into it.
Confused I forced myself to open my eyes.
I was traveling fast to…where ever I was going. Though I didn't feel wind coming at me. But by the way my hair lashed me in my face; I knew I was moving.
Everything was a blur of colors. It made me sick to watch, I felt as if I was left behind.
I finally fell from a ceiling, and hit the ground.
The world came to me to quickly, and I didn't brace myself for the rush that I got next as I slowly stood up, and felt incredibly stoned.
I looked around the room, and steadied myself with the shoulder of a man. The suit I could tell was very expensive.
When everything came together I looked at the man to thank him.
He had white hair and cold blue eyes, with glasses over them.
He looked at my hand.
I stared at him awhile more, and shivered; he wasn't a good man.
I looked across the room, and took in everything I could: computers, people, computers, people, nothing out of the ordinary. Until…
"Holy fuck," I said exasperated. The most gigantic computer I had ever seen was sitting in front of me.
"Is that what I think it is?" I asked. Time machine, I'm, where am I? "Where am I?"
"Not now," said Whitey, brushing off my hand.
"Not now?"
"Ah, where are you from? What year?" asked a man behind me. I turned to see him.
He looks like a gerbil; all jittery and shit.
"Sunnydale California, 2004. Why?" I blinked.
"Success." The room applauded.
"What, the, hell are you talking about 'success'? Where am I?" I asked again.
"Why you're-,"
"That is quite enough. We will take her from here."
"Confused. Very confused." I stated.
"Good, come with me."
"No."
"Excuse me?"
"You're fuckin' trippin' if you think I'm going with you. You give me the heebie-jeebies."
The man in the nice suit looked at guards behind me, he thought that I didn't see them.
I felt them start to come at me with sticks.
"Fuck if you think I'm going," I kicked behind me, "Anywhere," I punched the next guy out, "With you." I finished and turned to him.
I gasped again, a woman standing next to him shocked me with electricity coming out of her fingers.
I fell to the ground.
Am I seeing things? No, I don't think I did.
I pretended to be unconsciencious, and felt them pick me up.
"Nice work Miss Descon." I could tell it was the man by his could voice.
"Thank you Mr. Eckhart," she answered.
They took me outside.
