Thursday, December 11, 2008
Who: Angel [OPEN!!!!] When: About 8AM, Thursday morning (after teen transformation) Where: Staff Building What: A young lady wakes up not knowing where she is. Angel believes it's a kidnapping.
In her dreams, she was flying. Not flying in the sense that she was flying in the sky like a bird, but she was being thrown from the hands of her peers who were fellow cheerleaders. As a teenager, Angelina felt like cheerleading was her life. That's what she did all afternoon and weekends, aside from spending time in mass and part-taking in choir practice on Mondays and Thursdays. Alright, so she was kind of a busy girl, but she really enjoyed her activities and hanging out with her friends. Back to her dream. In her dream she was soaring in the sky, arms stiff and poised as she posed before collapsing back down and falling into the strong cradle below. Once down, her dream continued in a fuzzy cheer routine she wouldn't ever remember coming waking up.
When she did wake up, alarm going off much earlier than she usually anticipated, Angelina rolled over in bed and slept another hour or so. By 8AM she got up and rubbed her eyes, moving to tie up her hair with a scrunchie she usually left upon her arm. It was not there. For a moment she went about searching under the covers with her hands, looking for it, before she blinked and looked around the room. This wasn't her room at the school. This wasn't her bed. These weren't even her clothes!!
Scrambling to her feet, Angelina ran around the room and looked outside. Snow? It did not snow in North Carolina! Not like this! It was then that the young blond began to panic, hands pressing against the glass of the window.
"I must be dreamin'!" she said in her deep accent of the South. But the glass was so cold and felt so real. Running around the apartment she looked for something that could tell her where she was or what had happened, but wouldn't you know she had no idea where she'd have put her purse or wallet. Obviously, this meant one thing.
Kidnapping.
Running for the door, not taking the time to look for a sweater or robe to cover the silky chemise she now wore, Angelina fumbled with the locks before stepping outside. Ha! Her kidnapper was not so smart--if they had been, they would have locked it from the hall on the other side. Still, Angelina was terrified. Running up and down the hall, she began to cry out.