Chapter 3
Business as usual?
I took an empty seat next to Matthew and Kuma….Kuma…Kumawhatever. The scary German dude turned to me and stood up straight.
"Who are you and how did you get here?"
"Like I said to the other big scary dude." I said casually, my Russian accent was very thick at that moment (a lot of the Georgian population is Russian) "And as for how I got here. It's a bit of a long story."
"Tell it!" he ordered.
"I'm going to warn you though, it's kind of unbelievable."
"We did just see three teenagers appear from thin air, so I think we may be able to understand."
"Oh, you're right. Well here goes." I told them everything from where we started out, to the power, to getting sucked into the tv.
They all stared. It wasn't like utter disbelief, but more like not knowing how to handle the situation. Then a blond man with amazingly intimadating eyebrows stood.
"I'm sure there is a perfectly rational explaination for this…" his green eyes somehow had a pentagram appear around the pupils.
"Yes, because your black magic can explain everything." The Frenchman sighed sarcastically.
They were surprisingly calm about the whole thing. I bagan to wonder if this was just normal life. The only people who seemed even shocked was me, Marco, and Damien who only recently came to.
"WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS GOING ON? I PASS OUT FOR FIVE MINUTES AND WE'RE IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE? XATIA WHAT THE HELL DID YO-" he was then knocked out by the Hungarian's frying pan.
"It was getting annoying." She sighed. And once again lying unconcious on the floor, only this time in a small puddle of blood.