Hey guys!

I hope everyone had a nice Friday Friday! And, is having a nice Weekend Weekend! XD Rebecca Black moment!

Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It's pretty descriptive...Oh not that kind of descriptive you dirty-minded people! XD

FYI: The reason why I kept Brakayla as a friendship is revealed in this chapter! Plus, this story will always be in Mikayla's POV except maybe the last chapter?

I don't own POK, but I do own my OCS, Daphne and Kona...And, maybe a Starbucks addiction?

Chapter Three: Is That Me?

Mikayla's POV:

Brady and I looked at each other wondering who's going to speak first, while Daphne stared at us with anxiety waiting for an answer. I opened my mouth to answer, but Brady beat me to it.

He sat perfectly straight up from his previous relaxing position, and answered," I guess I'll go first then."

" Splendid! Alright, how far do you want to go into the future?", Daphne asked with an excited expression on her face.

" How about when I get married, or if I even get married.", Brady said after thinking for awhile.

" Okay King Brady Parker, here's your future.", Daphne responded prior from when she started rubbing her hands on the crystal-ball, and mumbling some words.

The crystal-ball that was once light-purple started to change colors. It went from light-purple to green, to blue, to red, to neon yellow, then finally light-blue, when it started to fog up in the inside. Soon enough, the fog escaped the ball and dissolved into thin air. We gave Daphne confused looks, and all she did was smiled and pointed to the white fog that transformed into a TV screen like format.

We looked at the screen in awe, seconds later, the fog was showing colors no wait, a vision.

After the colors were sorted and the picture was clear, the setting was at Shredder's Beach with the sun setting in the horizon.

That's weird, I've always wanted a wedding at the beach, my favorite place. Ever since I was a little girl, the first time my dad took me to the beach and taught me how to surf, I loved it. My dad always told me that he would have to literally pick me up, toss me over his shoulder, and walk home just like that from the beach, if it was getting late. I mean, who wouldn't want to stay at the beach all day? Besides the waves, there's the clear-blue ocean to discover the marine life. If I was lucky, I would sometimes catch a wave with a dolphin. Not only that I loved the beach for its appearance, but the memories that were created, and hopefully I would create some more with my future family. I would always remember the nice memories I had here.

I remembered when my dad first taught me how to surf and make my first-ever surfboard from the bark of the island's trees. I painted it light-blue with a long white stripe going down the middle, along with white flowers covering it. Over time, I managed the improve my surfboard to look like one of those you would buy in a surf shop. Speaking of over time, eventually, my sister Kona was born and when she was old enough, I taught her how to surf. Her board is like mine except, hers is light-pink.

Speaking of Kona, I noticed her in the vision, standing where the Maid Of Honor would be. Along with Candis, Rebecca, and Tessa beside her being the bridesmaids. Hmm where am I? I guess Kona must be really good friends with the bride to be the Maid Of Honor. Off to the left, I see Boomer, Boz, and Lanny, as the Groomsmen. I couldn't tell who was the Best Man though.

The scene then flashed to Brady holding the bride's hands, who I can't identify with the veil covering her face. Though, I have to admit, I may bit a tad jealous of Brady's bride, who's wearing the wedding dress that looks awfully familiar, wait, is that mom's wedding dress? Hold on a sec, the only people that know about mom's wedding dress is, Dad, Kona, and I. So, clearly dad isn't getting married...especially to Brady. Kona is the Maid Of Honor, leaving me. Does this mean that...

Before I got to finish my thought, the Shaman started talking and Brady started to lift the bride's veil. It was about to reveal the bride's face until...

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My phone decided to go off.

" I uh, be right back.", I said awkwardly before leaving the room.

I walked out the backroom to where the glow-in-the-dark fish were, leaned against the wall on my shoulder, and answered the phone noticing the caller ID.

" What did you do this time?", I answered the phone.

" Well hey to you too, sis. Why do you always assume that your sweet, innocent, and angel like little sister is in trouble?", Kona asked sounding offended.

" Maybe cause, 99.9% of the times that I get a call from you, is when you're in trouble, you're lucky that I don't tell dad. The .1% is when you call me to get you food, lazy-butt.", I remarked with a Kona, I'm pretty sure is rolling her eyes through the phone.

" I'm not lazy! It's called using your resources sis.", Kona defended.

I chuckled, " So, what's your reason for calling me this time? Need me to pick up dinner?"

" Mikayla, this is really serious. Can't you come home already?", Kona asked with a serious tone and a hint of worry and fear? This has to be serious, Kona NEVER called me Mikayla or anything besides sis, unless it was important.

I started to tense up, and answered, " Why? Is everything okay?"

" I don't know! I've been hearing noises and I have this REALLY bad feeling that something is going to happen. Mikayla, PLEASE come home, I'm scared.", Kona asked in an urgency tone.

" Okay. I'll be home as soon as I can. In the mean time, watch some TV in the living room and stay alert, got it?", I ordered my terrified sis, who replied with a soft ' Yes'.

" I'll get Brady and I'll see you at home. Stay alert sis, you're going to be fine, trust me. Call me if you heard anything else.", I said, and with that she agreed and we hanged up.

I started walking back with the phone in my hand. As soon as I was at the doorframe, I wasn't looking up and said," Hey Brady, we've got to g-"

I looked up at the vision screen and saw that it wasn't at the wedding anymore.

Instead, I see a 12-year-old girl that looks exactly like me when I was younger except, with Brady's brown chocolate eyes and raven-black hair. Then comes in an older version of Brady. He picks the girl up and toss her over his shoulder like a lumberjack while she starts to hit Brady's back.

" Dad, let me down! I can walk to my bedroom without your help!", the girl said while hitting Brady's back playfully.

" You definitely have your mom's stubbornness. What's the magic word?", Brady smirked.

" How about if she falls and cracks her head open, you're sleeping on the couch.", an awfully familiar person said while walking in. When I processed who it was, I was shocked and couldn't move any muscles in my body.

Oh. My.

Finally, when I came back to reality, I managed to choke out, earning Daphne and Brady looking at me, with Brady blushing a bit in embarrassment...

" Is That Me?!"

And, that concludes Chapter Three of INTLTCYF!

Lots of questions in this chapter!

~ Who is the bride? The little girl? What's going on with Kona back at home? Is it really Mikayla?

~ Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

~ Who's excited for the new episode of POK tomorrow night?! It's called " Mysteries of Kinkow" and it's about well...I think the title explained all...

~ Good luck for whatever team you're rooting for at the Superbowl!

~ I won't be able to update Wednesday due to, me going to a NJHS Leadership game at the Mavericks! Whoo go Dallas Mavs!

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