My eyes were red and puffy when I went into my house. But I didn't care. All I cared about was packing up my stuff, and get the next plane to America.

"Honey, how was the party?" my mom asked. But I ignored her and dashed up the stairs to my room. I slammed my door, and then quickly tried to find a bag. Aha, there's a pink one. Now all I have to do is pack my things, and then ask for the next plane….

Uh-oh….I hear footsteps.

"Who is it?" I called, gathering up my stuff, and stuffing it in my bag.

"It's your mom." My mother's voice answered. "Sorry, not meaning to bother you, but is everything okay? Your eyes seemed red when you walked past a few minutes ago."

"Nothing's wrong mom." I said. "Except that my hearts broken…." I quickly muttered under my breath.

"Well…ok." My mom said. I heard her footsteps start to fade in the background, showing me that she was walking down the stairs, but suddenly, her footsteps got louder and they finally stopped right next to my door. I saw my mom peek her face through door. "Honey….remember; I'm always here for you. And it's because I love you. Both me and your father do." Then, she closed my door.

"I love you to mom….and dad." I whispered, a tear dribbling down my cheek." And I'll miss you guys..." then, I grabbed my cell phone, and dialed the Airport number.

"Excuse me, Tokyo Airport? When does the next flight for America leave?"

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Normal P.O.V….

Stan paced back and fourth, in his bedroom slowly. He looked at his alarm clock. Sandra should be here any minute now with his thank you prize. The problem is…he wasn't sure he wanted it.

"Hello, Stanley."

Stan immediately knew who that was.

"Um, hey San, -HOLY CRAP!" Stan screamed.

There, right in Stan's doorway, was Sandra, in the skimpiest, black dress hes ever seen. It was also strapless, and was slipping a little bit at the top. And Sandra, had so much make-up on her face, she looked like the grim reapers wife. (Sound familier?)

"Where are the rest of your clothes?" Stan asked, averting his gaze from Sandra.

Sandra laughed.

"Silly, willy! Didn't you remember what the thank you prize was?" Sandra giggled. "You didn't think I was going to give you that prize in jeans and a tee shirt did you?"

Stan stood silent.

Sandra was confused by this, but decided he was just shy. And she knew exactly how to get a guy out of his shyness stage…

"Phew, is it hot in here or not?" Sandra said, fanning herself with her hand. " Ugh, my dress is making me sweat…"

Stan, slowly turned around and saw Sandra, putting her hand on her back, and unziping her dress. Stan's jaw dropped, she wasn't going to…

"Um, please don't do that…" Stan said.

"Oh, I see, you want to go first? My, my, you aren't so shy anymore…"Sandra giggled a naughty giggle, as she placed her hands on Stan's shirt, and began unbuttoning it….

"Sandra, I'm not hot." Stan said quickly, before his chest would be exposed.

Sandra stopped, and mouthed 'oh'. Then, after a few moments of silence, she grabbed Stan's face with both of her hands tightly. "Look, Stan, the thank you prize isn't going to work, unless you follow my lead. Now, I've been waiting for this all week, and damn it I'm not going to wait anymore!"

Then, Sandra placed her hands on Stan's chest, and kissed Stan on the lips, while she made her tongue swerve around in his mouth. Then, she stopped kissing him, and began to unbutton his shirt again.

And Stan…he just stood there. He didn't know what to do. Should he just stand there and let Sandra kiss him? Or should he push her away? Stan closed his eyes and thought. Then, an image popped up. Actually, it was more like a flashback. It showed Pashmina on her hands and knees, crying, and Sandra was standing above her, cackling like a witch. And Stan was just hanging his head. Stan knew this was the image of what happened at the party that night. And as he thought about this, he felt guilt all over him. Then, the horrid flashback disappeared, and an image of Sandra appeared in Stan's head. Her eyes were narrowed into a glare, and she was crossing her arms. Stan felt like he wanted to strangle the Sandra image. Then, the Sandra image disappeared, and a new image appeared. And it was none other than Pashmina. But this image was nothing like Sandra. Instead, Pashmina was smiling and waving, her blond hair shining. She looked like an angel. And Stan felt like he wanted to kiss her. Then, the Sandra image appeared next to Pashmina, and Stan heard a voice in his head…

Stan…look at each of these images…and listen to your heart while you look at them.

What? Who said that?

Your conscious.

Conscious?

Yes, I'm your conscious. Now, you're trying to think about what to do at the moment, right? Well, here's what you're thinking. Now, do as I say, and listen to your heart as you look at each of these images.

Um…okay…

Stan looked at the Pashmina image, and listened to his heart. It was beating fast. Then, he looked at the Sandra image, and his heart felt like it was filled with rage. At first he was a little confused on why he was thinking this, but then…he got it. Whenever he saw Pashmina, he felt a feeling of goodness. But whenever he saw Sandra, he felt a feeling of anger. It all made sense! He knew what he had to do….

"Sandra…you're an evil little witch!" Stan yelled, pushing Sandra to the ground.

"What the heck are you talking about?" Sandra yelled back at him.

"Sandra, don't you get it? I don't like like you! You're a witch!" Stan yelled. "You hurt Pashmina for no freaking reason, what so ever! What did she ever do to you, huh? All she wanted to do was make friends-"

"She didn't want to be just friends with you…" Sandra muttered.

"Wait, so that's why you hate Pashmina? Just because , she has a crush on me?" Stan asked.

Sandra nodded. "Yep, pretty much."

"So, let me get this straight, you started rumors about Pashmina, insulted her, and made her look like an idiot in front of the whole ninth grade, just because she liked me?" Stan asked again.

"That's right."

"That…is thee most, pathetic thing I had ever heard someone do!" Stan yelled. "What kind of evil person does that?"

"Listen Stan, if there's something in it for me, I don't care about hurting people. And I figured you would be the same!" Sandra screamed at him.

"Well, you thought wrong witch!" Stan yelled at her, clenching his fists.

"Stop calling me that." Sandra ordered.

"Oh, I am so sorry, my mistake. I meant super witch!" Stan said, smiling at his comeback.

"Ugh, what's wrong with you? I thought you were cool…but I guess I was wrong." Sandra said. Then she crossed her arms, and tapped her foot, expecting an answer from Stan any time now…

"No Sandra. I think you're the one who's not cool. Only someone pathetic would hurt a nice, sweet girl all because of some guy. And that pathetic someone…is you. Now, if you don't mind, since this is my house, I would like you, and your slutty dress, to get the heck out!"

Sandra's jaw dropped. Her face was full of disbelief.

"Fine, then. I'll go." Sandra tried to make the tone in her voice sound normal, but Stan could easily tell she was very shocked. "Who needs a loser like you." Then, she flipped her blond hair, stuck her nose in the air, and walked out.

Stan grinned. He had done it. He had just ordered Sandra, the girl who everyone in his school were afraid of. And you know what? He was proud of it. Now he had to go confess something...something to a very pretty girl…

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Pashmina's P.O.V…

"Sandy, Bijou?"

"Pash! Are you ok? Look, me and Bij will come on over. I promise!" I heard Sandy say on the other end of the phone line.

"No…guys, its not about the party." I said. Great…my eyes are feeling soggy. "Look, I'm sorry I didn't listen to you guys earlier. If I would actually listen to your warning, then I wouldn't have a broken heart right now."

"Awww…Pashmina, don't be so hard on yourself. It's all 'Satan's daughter' and my retarded brother's fault for even doing that to you." Sandy said. (I heard her and Bijou giggle about Sandra being 'Satan's Daughter'.)

"Thanks..but, I'm not finished." I said. Sandy and Bijou stopped giggling. "Guys, tonight, was one of the worst nights of my life. I was so embarrassed! Everyone thought I was such an idiot for not realizing Sandra's scam earlier, and they thought I was such a baby for crying…and oh my gosh it was so horrifying!" I am now crying my eyes out right now. "And, now everyone doesn't like me! And you know what? I'm not just hurt and embarrassed. I'm heartbroken! Sandy, Bijou, how would you two feel if one day, you thought you have found your love, but then the next day, he tells you he's dumping you for some evil snob! Trust me, it ain't so fun! Now, my heart is broken, I'm embarrassed, and everyone in our school despises me now! I hate it here! And that's why I need to get out of here!"

Then, I really began crying. My cheeks are now being soaked with tears, but I don't care.

Suddenly, I realized I wasn't the only one crying. I could hear Bijou and Sandy sniffing.

"Oh Pash…I'm so sorry. I didn't realize how hurt you were…" Sandy sobbed."But, what do you mean get away from he-oh..my..gosh. You're not going to commit suicide are you?"

I heard Bijou gasp then begin to bawl.

"No…I just need to get out of here…and back to my old home." I said weakly. "That's why I called you guys…to say goodbye."

"WHAT!" the two yelled. "Pash, don't! Ignore Sandra and the other heartless people in our grade who dislike you! Forget about Stan! You've been such a good friend! Don't leave Pashmina, we'll miss you!"

My cheek is now soaked with tears, but I'm still crying. Though not nearly as loud as Sandy and Bijou.

"I'm sorry you two…but I'm leaving. I'll miss you two, and I'll never forget you guys. Now…goodbye." then, I hung up, snatched my pillow, and sobbed into it. Just one more person to say goodbye to…but before I go, I must write a goodbye note to my parents…

I grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper, and began writeing..

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know you guys told me after a while of living in Japan, I would begin to like it. Well, I'm sorry, but it has been bad luck. The only two good things were meeting two new great friends, Sandy and Bijou. And who could forget cute little Penelope? But as for everything else, I despise it. I had been terribly hurt in Japan the night of the party. And I also feel like my heart has been stabbed with a knife…and…I just can't live here anymore. I want to go home. My REAL home. And that's what I'm going to do. Now I love you guys, and I'll miss you to. You guys have been the best. Now..goodbye

Sincerely,

Your beloved daughter, Pashmina

I still cried as I put the letter on my desk. I am going to miss them so much…but now, I must say one more goodbye, then, it's time to go.

I grabbed my bag, and tiptoed down the stairs, making sure my parents wouldn't hear me. But my parents were talking in the living room. I could hear them.

"Walter, I'm so worried about Pashmina. She seemed so glum tonight." I heard my mom say.

"She's probably just tired. Try not to worry about it." I heard my dad speak.

"Oh I hope honey…I hope."

Oh mom…I'm so sorry for worrying you…and sorry for leaving.

I quietly opened our front door, then step out into the cold night. I slowly shut the door, and walk next door to Penelope's house.

I knocked on her door. And I heard tiny footsteps, probably belonging to Penelope, run towards the door. And, just as I thought she answered it.

"Pashmina!" she squealed with delight.

"Hello, Penny." I said flatly. "Listen, I need to tell you something…"

"Ok, what?"

"Penny…I'm leaving back home."

"Oh, well, you didn't have to tell me that! I see you go home every day! I don't need you to tell me!" Penelope giggled.

"No, Penelope, you don't understand, I'm going back to my old home. America." I said, tears beginning to form in my eyes.

Penelope's giggling stopped, and she looked at me with glassy eyes.

"Th-that's not next town is it?" she said quietly.

I slowly shook my head.

"No…no Pashmina, don't go! I don't want you to leave!" Penelope cried out, hugging me tightly.

"Oh, Penny…I'm sorry. But…if you knew what happened tonight, you would understand why I left." I told her, hugging her quietly. "Now, do you promise you'll never forget me?"

Penelope nodded slowly, crying on my shoulder.

"Thank you, and I promise I'll never forget you either. I promise." I whispered. Then, I let go of Penelope. "Bye Penelope…"

"B-b-bye P-p-pashmina." Penelope sobbed. Then, I walked her in her house, and gave her one last goodbye hug.

It's time. Time for me to get the heck out of this town.

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"Sandy, Bijou!"

Stan burst Sandy's bedroom door. She and Bijou were wiping their eyes with tissues.

"Guys, where's Pashmina?" Stan said, ignoring their red eyes.

Sandy and Bijou looked at him. Then, they both stood up, walked over to him, and slapped him across his face.

Stan stood back in surprise.

"Why should you care you big, fat jerk!" Sandy screamed. "Go and make out with your slutty girlfriend!"

"Yeah!" Bijou agreed.

"Look, guys, I understand why you're a little mad…" Stan began, but Sandy grabbed his shirt tightly.

"A little mad!" Stan, you just broke someone's heart! You ruined her life!" Sandy screamed.

"Look, I feel guilty, but I just told Sandra off! I'm over her, I feel really guilty about tonight, what more of an apology do you want?" Stan said.

"We want to see you apologize to Pashmina's face." Sandy told him.

"Which is exactly what I planned to do." Stan said. "Now, where's Pashmina?"

Bijou's eyes began to fill up with tears, and in a few seconds, she burst. Sandy put an arm around her.

"W-what? What's going on?" Stan asked, his voice full of worry. "Where's Pashmina? She's not….she can't be….dead, can she?"

"No, she is not dead. But she sure ain't coming back!" Sandy yelled. "Stan, because of you and that witch, Pashmina is going back to America. And she's too heartbroken to come back!"

Stan froze. He stood still like a statue. His face turned from tan, to a pale white. Then, he ran out.

"Is he..." Bijou began.

"Yeah, I think he is!" Sandy finished for her. Then, she and Bijou raced after him.

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I wiped my eyes, as I stepped out of the taxi. I quickly payed the driver, then began to walk up the street towards the airport. Well, so long sucky Japan.

About half way up the street, I began to feel raindrops. Oh great, its raining. Well as long as it doesn't-

BAM! I saw a lightning bolt flash in the sky. It began to pour down harder.

Great, spoke too soon. Well, as long as it doesn't-

Suddenly, I felt a strong gust of wind. Oh no…strong wind, lightning, rain pouring down rather hard? Is this…is this a tornado? Oh no. This ain't good. Tornados in Japan are defiantly not good. Wait, I'll just take cover in the airport. Yeah…I'll be fine if I walk fast. Come on Pashmina…walk, walk, WALK! ...oh crap, where's the airport? I don't see anything. But, that's impossible. The airport is on Quaker St, and I'm on… Quaker Highway. And guess what? This highway is next to a field. So, I am outside during a tornado, with no shelter except for a field. No big deal, right?

Uh-oh…the sky is a mixture between black and green, the wind is practily blowing me down, and the rain is coming up to my knees.

Never mind what I said. I'm dead.

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"Stan! Wait up!"

Stan stopped running, and turned around. Sandy and Bijou ran up to him.

"We're (pant) coming (pant) too." Bijou panted.

"Yeah, we're going to help get our friend back!" Sandy said, pumping her fist in the air.

'Thanks you guys…but I need to tell her that-" Stan began to say, but his voice was drowned out by the wind.

"What the heck?" Sandy screamed. It began raining hard, and the wind was blowing full force.

"S-sandy…." Bijou gasped.

"What?"

Bijou pointed a shaking finger towards the sky. The three teenagers looked up, only to see a green sky.

"Oh no…." Stan gasped. "Pashmina…"

"Calm down Stan, she's probably in the airport right now, safe and sound." Sandy tried to comfort him.

"Safe and sound! Sandy, what if her plane left all ready?" Stan yelled.

"Stan…the people at the airport probably knew what was coming." Sandy said. "They have a weather system you know!"

"But, but, Pashmina…."

"Oh, stop thinking so negative!" Sandy yelled over the wind.

"Will you two shut up?" Bijou screamed, lightning flashing in the sky. Stan and Sandy looked at her with wide eyes. "Look, you two need to shut the heck up, and start to think about what we're going to do about Pashmina! She could be in danger right now for petes sake! So, if you two don't stop fighting, she could be hurt! Or worse."

Sandy and Stan stared at the steaming french girl in amazement. Bijou, sweet, shy Bijou, just spoke out.

"Bij…that, was flippin' sweet!" Sandy highfived her friend. "It's like, a whole new you!"

"Thanks Sands, but right now, we have to figure out what we're going to do about Pashmina." Bijou told her.

"Right!" Sandy said. "And I know just how to check on her." Sandy then, pulled her cellphone out of her pocket, and wiggled it in front of Stan and Bijou, telling them what her plan was.

"Sandy….why didn't you call her before?" Stan yelled.

"Oh yeah….heh heh…" Sandy rubbed the back of her neck."Wait, that doesn't matter right now. What matters is making sure Pashmina is okay!"

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Oh my word….this tornado isn't like the ones in America. It's like, 3 times more dangerous! What am I going to do? I'm in so much tr-EEK!

The strong gush of wind forced me down. I tried to get up, but the wind was too strong.

Riiiiiiinnnng!

YES! Saved by the bell! I immediately picked up my cell, and spoke into it, while hanging onto the ground for dear life.

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"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPP!" screeched Pashmina's voice through the cell phone.

"Pashmina? Are you ok?" Sandy cried out.

"Sandy? Sandy! Please help me! I'm at Quaker Highway, and-" Beeeeeeeeeepppppppppppp.

Sandy dropped her cell phone.

"What? Whats wrong? Where is Pashmina?"

"She's in Quaker Highway! She's in freaking Quaker Highway!" Sandy cried.

"What!" Stan screamed. "How is she there?"

"I don't know! The stupid storm cut me off!" Sandy cried again. "Guys, this is serious! What are we going to do? Pashmina could be…..(gulp) gone any second now…"

"Oh Sandy…." Bijou hugged her friend, as the two girls cried into eachothers shoulders.

"Dang it, you two! Less crying, more thinking!" Stan yelled. "Now come on! We're going to Quaker Highway!"

"What? In this storm?" Bijou asked.

"What do you care more about Bij? Getting to shelter, or saving a life of a dear friend?" Stan asked her.

Bijou gulped and hung her head. "Lets go…" she muttered.

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Oh my word, this is terrible. Here, I am, in the middle of some field, water up to my waist, and the wind blowing strong, and my cellphone got lost! Great, just great.

"Well, well, well. Looks like the goodie goodie is in twouble."

I looked up, and saw a girl in the tree. The girl was clinging to the tree tightly, but she was grinning evily at me. I noticed she was wearing a lot of make up, and a skimpy dress. And there's only one girl I know who looks like that…

"Sandra!" I gasped."What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just, hanging around." Sandra cackled, as she hung onto the tree."And, I'm also here to get revenge."

"Revenge? For what? And how the heck did you get here?" I yelled.

"I followed you, duh." Sandra rolled her eyes." And I'm getting you back! You turned Stan against me, you BEEP."

"What are you talking about? Stan hates me." I began to cry, as I said Stan's name.

"Yeah? That's not what he said tonight." Sandra yelled. "You see, after the party, me and Stan went over to his house, so we could have a little fun. But, just as I was making out with him, he called me a witch!"

"H-he did?" I whispered.

"Yes, he did! Don't you get? He loves you, not me!" Sandra screeched. Her face was red with rage.

"R-really? He actually said that?" I said quietly.

"No, but he yelled at me for what I did to you!" Sandra screamed. Her fists were clenched tight, and her face was beet red. But not from embarrassment, from anger. "So, now, he hates me. He despises me! And it's all your fault! And for that, you'll pay!"

Then, Sandra ripped off the tree branch, and threw it at me. I screamed, and tried to dodge, but the wind was so strong, it made the branch hit me across the face in just a few seconds.

Sandra cackled like a witch.

I fell back into the water. I struggled to get up, but the wind kept forceing me back into the water.

As I layed in the water, I touched my face. Blood was dripping from it. But I was too busy stareing at Sandra in horror to notice it. She was raising another tree branch, ready to throw it at me.

I screamed. I guess I might as well face it. There's no escape.

I closed my eyes tight, and waited to get hit...it's comeing..it's comeing...

SLASH!