A/N: So how do you guys like the story so far? Thanks Ren for
the review. Gloria is definitely a lot like me too.
I Don't Think We're in Jersey Anymore
I had no idea where the hell I was. It definitely was not Sam's house. I was outside on the side of a road. I turned around and looked behind me. The door was gone. I looked at the key in my hand. It felt warm.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was so confused and not to mention seriously lost. I started walking down the road, maybe I'd find a house and I could call Sam, or my mom.
I hadn't walked more then three feet when a car suddenly pulled up out of no where. It parked a few feet in front of me. I figured it was either some serial killer, or just another lost person.
I walked up to the car, and when the driver rolled down the window, who should be in it, but that strange old lady with the key.
"What the hell are you doing here," I screamed at her? "You give me this weird ass key and now I'm in the middle of nowhere!"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I thought you would be happy," she replied looking quite hurt.
I kinda felt bad for yelling at an 80-year lady, but I was still angry. And lost. And confused. And I hated to be angry, lost, and confused, especially all at the same time.
"Well maybe you could explain a few things to me," I asked, trying to contain my temper.
"Like what dear. I thought everything was pretty self- explanatory," she said innocently.
"Well where am I," I asked?
"You don't know," she asked?
" No I don't know. If I knew I wouldn't have asked," I said. I was getting really pissed off.
"You're in a movie of course," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What," I asked? "What do you mean I'm in a movie?"
"Well weren't you wondering what it was like to be in a movie," she asked?
She was right. I was. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean I actually wanted to be in one," I said.
"Oh dear, oh dear," she said sounding very worried. "Well I was only trying to be helpful."
"I appreciate it, but can't I just go home now," I asked?
"I'm afraid not," she said. "You have to stay here. Not forever, but for a little while. These things can not be done and undone so easily. You're going to have to stick it out for a little while. Who knows, you may even like it here."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. I was stuck in a movie. And I couldn't go home. What the fuck! A question suddenly popped into my head.
"What movie am I in," I asked?
"Oh you'll figure it out soon enough," she said smiling. She started to get into her car.
"What's that supposed to mean," I asked? "And where am I supposed to stay?" She pointed to a house on the side of the road. In the second it took me to look at the house, the old lady was gone.
I Don't Think We're in Jersey Anymore
I had no idea where the hell I was. It definitely was not Sam's house. I was outside on the side of a road. I turned around and looked behind me. The door was gone. I looked at the key in my hand. It felt warm.
I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was so confused and not to mention seriously lost. I started walking down the road, maybe I'd find a house and I could call Sam, or my mom.
I hadn't walked more then three feet when a car suddenly pulled up out of no where. It parked a few feet in front of me. I figured it was either some serial killer, or just another lost person.
I walked up to the car, and when the driver rolled down the window, who should be in it, but that strange old lady with the key.
"What the hell are you doing here," I screamed at her? "You give me this weird ass key and now I'm in the middle of nowhere!"
"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I thought you would be happy," she replied looking quite hurt.
I kinda felt bad for yelling at an 80-year lady, but I was still angry. And lost. And confused. And I hated to be angry, lost, and confused, especially all at the same time.
"Well maybe you could explain a few things to me," I asked, trying to contain my temper.
"Like what dear. I thought everything was pretty self- explanatory," she said innocently.
"Well where am I," I asked?
"You don't know," she asked?
" No I don't know. If I knew I wouldn't have asked," I said. I was getting really pissed off.
"You're in a movie of course," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"What," I asked? "What do you mean I'm in a movie?"
"Well weren't you wondering what it was like to be in a movie," she asked?
She was right. I was. "Yeah. But that doesn't mean I actually wanted to be in one," I said.
"Oh dear, oh dear," she said sounding very worried. "Well I was only trying to be helpful."
"I appreciate it, but can't I just go home now," I asked?
"I'm afraid not," she said. "You have to stay here. Not forever, but for a little while. These things can not be done and undone so easily. You're going to have to stick it out for a little while. Who knows, you may even like it here."
I couldn't believe what she was saying. I was stuck in a movie. And I couldn't go home. What the fuck! A question suddenly popped into my head.
"What movie am I in," I asked?
"Oh you'll figure it out soon enough," she said smiling. She started to get into her car.
"What's that supposed to mean," I asked? "And where am I supposed to stay?" She pointed to a house on the side of the road. In the second it took me to look at the house, the old lady was gone.