Stella:
It was a hole. A black hole. A black hole with no end. And I was stuck, frozen to my chair. Just my luck. But that wasn't it. While I was sitting there, looking dumb, someone tumbled out of the hole. An actual living person fell out of the hole! I tried to keep calm, but this was crazy! I mean really, what kind of person falls from a hole? Then after that, another person fell from the hole. I think…I think, if that happens again, I'm either going to faint or scream. But they didn't stop. And my voice wasn't cooperating. More and more people kept coming and the six of us were still frozen to our seats. Finally, with seven people having tumbled out of the hole, it ended. I sighed in relief.
It was only then when I took a look at these strangers. There was a boy, around sixteen, with a bad aura coming from him. I could just sense it. He had just sat up and was scowling. He had raven hair and jet black eyes. Next to him is a somewhat older man with the same eyes and hair. Huh, they must be brothers. Strangely, though, they reminded me of Sarah. In fact, now that I think of it, they looked really similar. And that scowl, that's why we knew not to get Sarah angry, or else. Oh, and you get her death glare as well. So I looked at Sarah. Her eyes were wide open. It was as if she saw their similarities as well.
To the right of them, there is a boy, I guess around sixteen too, with long hair and (wait, are those pupil-less?) pale eyes. Scary…
Next to him is a man with spiky and somewhat gravity defying silver hair and a mask. One of his eyes is covered as well. He had already stood up and was reading. Strange. He reminded me of Kirsten. The same silver colored hair that was apparently natural. Kirsten was staring at him with her mouth open. Guess she wasn't used to someone having the same hair color as her.
Then there is a boy, around sixteen again, with brown hair tied up in a ponytail that (yes, I'm going to say this) resembles a pineapple. He sat up and looked surprised. Then a very lazy and bored expression took over his face. Ha, that's like totally Shasta's expression most of the time. Yeah, you guessed it; she was looking just as surprised as the others.
To the right of him is an older teenager, around nineteen. He had blond hair in which he tied up in a half-ponytail. He has pale blue eyes and was trying to sit up at the moment. Wow, he looked a lot like Diana. It's kind of interesting how they all look like one of us, except for Natalie and I.
Right after I said that, I directed my attention to the man to the right of the blond. He had red hair and brown eyes and he…he…no way. It was him. There's no doubt about that. Right when I saw him, I recognized him. Ha, dumb spell, don't work very well do you? Wait…what am I doing? Whatever. It was that boy, a man now, that took me to all those puppet shows. Now that I think of it, I don't think he was a friend. More like a…I don't know…relative? Well, at the moment, saying "uncle" would probably be the most accurate. Or maybe an older cousin. I really don't know. Or maybe I'm just going crazy. Could be both. I'll just have to hope for the best.
So now they are all up and conscious again. I have no idea what to do. I mean, seriously, there are strangers here! And this isn't even my house. I wonder how Diana's feeling.
Well, we have to do something. But what? That is the question.