Plot Twist

Chapter 1

Okay, woah. Write this down: too much chocolate milk and the show Once Upon A Time are not a good combination. Besides, this was my dream, damn it! Wasn't I the one controlling it?

I huffed and decided to go for the doorway just across the hall. Taking a couple of steps, I grabbed the doorknob and took a step into the unknown.

And, let's just say, I wasn't expecting to see what I did.

Because, there in that room, lay a sleeping teenage girl in a bedroom full of...pink.

Pink...everywhere.

Pink bed, pink carpet and pink walls. I mean, I guess I couldn't really blame her too much considering I was sleeping in a room full of blue, but pink?

I felt like I'd just stepped into Barbie's dollhouse or something.

Tearing my eyes away from the colorful interior, I studied the girl a bit more. She looked about my age, with tan skin and dark brown curls sprawled out across her pillow. She had Kylie Jenner lips, and a petite build. All in all, she looked like someone had taken a Victoria's Secret model, a hell of a lot of pink, and shoved them together.

And, this was the part where I realized I'd officially reached Edward Cullen creepy. I mean, hello, I was watching this freaking supermodel sleep.

Hesitantly, I started to approach the girl until I was right in front of her, crouched down at eye level. Fortunately, she still hadn't woken up yet or anything, so that was good, seeing as I did kind of look like a red-haired serial killer at the moment.

If I ever was a serial killer, I'd make sure the public would give me a cool nickname. For instance, The Ginger is pretty awesome. Or, even better, Flameo. (A/N: If you get the 'flameo' reference, I'll marry you.) Wait, why the hell am I even thinking about this? Not only do I look like a psycho, I'm also thinking about becoming one! Snap out of it, Cal!

Coming out of my thoughts, I decided it was time to take action. Bringing my left hand up to her face until it was almost touching, I -

poke.

I expected her to wake up slowly and look at me weirdly or something, but that is definitely not what happened. The minute my index finger came in contact with her cheek, her eyes shot open, her hand gripped my wrist and she flipped me over her until I was lying beside her.

All.

In.

One.

Fluid.

Motion.

What.

Correction, she's not a supermodel - she's a freaking ninja. Would you care to explain why I'm getting all flipped around by ninja in MY dream here, brain?

The sound of her giggling brought me out of my scolding of my own brain. Ugh, I need a therapist immediately.

I regained my composure from just being thrown around like a doll. "What are you laughing about, ninja?" I scowled at her, causing her to only laugh more.

Eventually she did stop her stupid girlish giggles - which, how do women even do that? I tried giggling once and I sounded like a hyena on crack! - and turned to face me with a grin.

"I just can't believe you still think you can wake me up like that, Cal," Ninja said, smiling proudly, "I mean, I am the best fighter in the pack, after all." As if that sentence didn't totally confuse me, she sat up and stretched her muscles out. Wait, how did she know my name? Oh, wait, she is a figment of my imagination, so, I guess it's okay.