Chapter 1

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I woke up abruptly with a scream, and shot straight up in my bed. Only remembering the nauseating towel gagging me and my relentless struggle.

But it was a just a dream. I'm okay now. I think. I looked around my bedroom, trying to clear sleep from my eyes. I was in my bedroom, except something was off. My laptop was still in the same corner of the room, my black drawers still had the same painted handles, my closet was still messy and overflowing, but still something was different.

It was . . . bigger somehow. Like it sounds crazy but everything felt like 4 inches off, like my room expanded somehow. I smiled and laughed, that's impossible, everything was the same it was me that was off.

Anyway I have school to get ready for. Or wait, did I? Yesterday was.... I couldn't remember. Let alone the day, I could even remember what I did yesterday. Which is really scary, because I remember everything. Literally everything.

Okay, okay Im probably just tired, or I just need to go clear my eyes. I need to just splash my face with some water in the bathroom. The bathroom. I stood there for a couple seconds before I realized something. I didn't know where the bathroom was.

Don't freak out. Don't freak out, I tried telling myself. But I could already feel my heart beating faster and my hands start trembling.

The last time I had a panic attack, was the last time I had to go swimming. That was almost 5 years ago. I thought that had stopped happening.

Stop it! I told myself. Stop it! Panic attacks were for babies, I was almost sixteen. In exactly...okay so I didn't know that either. That's totally normal. I'm sure a lot of people don't know when their birthday is...

Okay calm down,, calm down, I thought. I'm just going to find Mom and tell her I'm losing my mind. But then when I opened the door I realized that my mom wasn't there. Because I wasn't in my house.

I literally froze with my hand on the door knob, pushing the door open.

"What the..." I slowly mumbled under my breath with my eyes wide open.

I was standing at the end of an enclosed hallway with beautifully furnished wood walls and three doors on either side of me.

Slowly I walked forward, feeling like I was in a daze. I noticed two doors to the left of my so called "bedroom."

This, this must be a dream. I'm still sleeping and I'm in this strange house where my bedroom's exactly the same. But does that mean that where I was being gagged was reality and I just... woke up? Or are these both dreams like Inception and there are dreams within dreams? And if I got to sleep again then I'll wake up in a dream within a dream within a dream.

No, that's crazy. I'm not in Inception, this is just a hallucination, or a fantasy and I'll just enjoy it while it lasts. I mean, it'll probably end soon.

As much as I wanted to explore the other rooms, I heard voices coming from the door at the end. I opened the door that was enclosing me and that mini room of doors to see the biggest staircases I'd ever seen. Two giant wooden staircases curved around the sides of the room, leading down to a huge entry hall with five pissed looking teens arguing with each other.

I guess I imagined these people. My imagination must be a lot weirder than I thought. I feel like Alice in Wonderland. Those books are probably the reason why I have such a strange imagination.

Inconspicuously I jogged down the stairs to meet them, no one noticed me, but then my leg caught on the rug on the last stair.

"Aaaah!" I emitted a little shriek and wildly flung my hands out in front of me to brace my fall but still landed completely on my face.

Of course.

The whole room was silent and I could tell everyone was staring at me. I hated being the center of attention, I always make a fool of myself, like I just did.

Quickly I tried to gracefully pull myself up and smile, but It just turned into an awkward frozen smile of embarrasment. I could feel my face turning red and hot.

"Great someone else," A scrawny, scowling kid said with a look of irritation on his face.

"Join the party," a pale apathetic looking girl with silky purplish black hair said with evident sarcasm.

A tall, and very muscular, cute guy looked me at from behind her with a mixed look of suspicion and curiousity. Normally I would of been blushing from having so much attention from a guy like him, but I mean my face was probably already the color of a tomato and I kinda imagined him. Not like he's real.

And next to him was... someone who was staring at me. And not like how everyone else was, but intently staring at me as if we were having a staring contest and his life depended on it. His hair was a dark brown, almost black, the flippy style that Justin Bieber perfected, but on him in just looked serious. And his eyes... there were a mesmerisisng pierecing green that just drew me in. I lost all thought and were just lost staring back at him.

I had some hot dreams...

"Is there something wrong with you?" A high pitched voice rang, breaking my eye contact.

I snapped my head around to land on a caramel colored colored girl with coily black hair, which would make her look like a witch, except for the fact that her body and clothes made her look like a Hollister model. Or Abercrombie. Whichever one spealizes in skinny people and cute, small clothing.

"I've been trying to get your attention for like a minute, but all you've been doing is stare at Xavier." She said.

The skinny boy and girl with dark hair both snickered and I blushed profuselyy. Xavier suddenly looked at the ground, blushing. If it were even possible, my face turned redder. Was I that obvious? This was one embarrasing dream...

"Are you even going to introduce yourself after your pathetic tumble down the stairs?" The model girl continued, seeming oblivious to how rude she was being.

Maybe if I'm just nice to them and play it cool then I can leave and find a way to get out of this embarressing dream.

"I-i'm um.." I cleared my throat out of nervousness, " I mean my name is-."

"Command," a haughty sounding English accent cried from above, "and all of you here have been kidnapped."

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