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~Summer's POV~
The first thing that went through my head contained many more violent words than Leira had voiced. I thought, 'No way. I'm asleep. I must have fallen asleep in the car on the way to Porta. Or maybe I'd eaten too many chicken sandwiches at the truck stop. Whatever was happening, I was most definitely not seeing Hobbiton, or had just come out of a cave on the Brandywine River. It was all just a hallucination.' But I had to admit, this was pretty lifelike. The reflection off the water, the birds flying overhead. Leira was staring at the city, mouth open, and I realized she thought we were actually in Middle Earth. Big sisters. So gullible. But then again, how could I have hallucinated the crack in the wall? That had never been there, but I'd walked through it. If that had been a real hallucination, wouldn't I have hit stone? And the water had been glowing as we swam... No. I wasn't buying it. I looked at Gabe, and saw he was smiling. Of course. He'd pranked us. He made enough money on his many jobs to pull this off.
I turned on him and said, "Okay, you've officially pulled your best prank. Ya happy?" He frowned and said, "This isn't me. I wish, but someone outdid my pranking. Alex? You've got the high tech Hollywood crew. You pulled this off really well!" He closed his eyes and put a hand on his heart. "I finally have something in common with you besides good hair, but mine wasn't two thousand dollars." Alex slapped him in the gut and accused, "You're trying to blame your stupid joke on me? God, you're dense." Zack said, "Hold on, everyone. Let us think logically here. We need to sort the data, and transfer what we know-" "Oh, save it, Zack!" Alex jumped in, "if we didn't do it, then it was obviously you." Gabe looked around confused, and said, "But I thought you did it!" Zack said, "Well, Leira and Summer got here fifteen minutes, twenty-two seconds, and 920 milliseconds late. They could have set it up in time together. They're strong." I smirked at him and said, "You said it, not me. And why would we pull a prank? We've never done one before, except small scale on each other." Speaking of that... I pulled my phone out of my pocket, put it behind Leira's back, and tapped the screen.
"Baby, baby, baby oooh
Like baby, baby, baby nooo
Like baby, baby, baby oooh
I thought you'd always be mine."
Leira clamped her hands over her ears and moaned, "Make it stop! Now!" I turned my phone off. I hated that song, too, but not as much as Leira. Even if that song was a waste of a record label, the look on Leira's face made it worth the $1.99. After putting headphones on to ensure she didn't get pranked again, Leira said, "See? We only get each other." Alex said, "But then... we are the only ones who know this place even exists. That means..." Again? No way. We were not in Middle Earth. We were not in Middle Earth. But every time I thought that, it made me more sure that we were. I put my hands to my forehead and rubbed my temples. This was crazy. Insanity. When we figure out who's pranking us, I'm going to beat the shit out of them. But there was that little voice in the back of my head again. 'You know it can't be fake. You have been in situations like this before, but they've never felt this way. Defend ourselves. Protect ourselves.' Yep, I was officially bonkers. Completely nuts, and it seemed to be contagious. Everyone else seemed to be trying to find their own explanation, but they didn't have a better answer than I did. I should have let Leira keep me in our dorm. We should have just stayed in Carson City where crazy stuff happened on a regular basis, but not on this level.
How do five teenage college students get stuck in something like this? And then it hit me. "Alex, give me the map." She didn't move; she just stared at me, confused. I hate being a jerk, but I said, "Just hand me the God damned map!" She'd never heard me this agitated, but I needed to know. She handed me the paper, and this time, the paper wasn't white, but a deep shade of yellow, like parchment. And our crayon drawn map was gone. A single mountain rose, and elegant handwriting coated the page. But what interested me most was the shimmering words under "The Desolation of Smaug." I'd read the Hobbit, and Lord of the Rings. But the moon runes were supposed to be read only under the right circumstances. So why I able to see the glowing blue words? Leira inquired, "What the fuck?" I said, "Guys... we're not being pranked. No one can make their own world. Face it, everyone. We are in Middle Earth."