Prologue: Perplexity (1)

•~•~• Someone's POV•~•~•

Where am I?

Why is it so dark?

Am I dead?

I gathered my strength and sat down, touching my head.

I feel nauseous, and my head hurts.

How did I get here?

Out of the blue, a light shone down on me from above.

Am I dead?

I looked up, shading my vision with my hand, then stood slowly.

I guess it's my time already.

I smiled a bit, reminiscing the memories I could muster to remember.

But something doesn't add up.

I survived a plane crash, a slice on my neck, a bullet near my heart, only to die by falling down the stairs?!

I'm going to sue the Angel of Death for this.

Suddenly, a series of lights start to light up, forming a trail leading to a drawer.

Am I dreaming?

I decided to pinch my face then grimaced at how hard I did it.

I'm still alive. Now, I'm confused if I should be happy or not.

Deciding to follow the lighted trail, I took my time to walk in it and found out that it led not to a drawer but a

set of frames, three whole body-sized picture frames that had three people on each of them, wearing distinct clothes but somehow, having similar facial features.

What's going on?

Why am I here with them?

Who... are they?

•~•~•Lisa's POV•~•~•

"Lisa!" Veronica exclaimed and crushed me into a bone-crushing hug as soon as I got out of the car.

"Can't breathe." I barely spoke.

She let go of me with a pout, "I missed you."

I chuckled and then hugged her the same way she did, but the hug gets tighter with every word, "I missed you too."

She smacked my head which made me let go of her.

"Are you trying to kill me?" She said, exaggerating as she took hard breaths.

Hehe, serves you right.

"Nope," I cooed as I took her by the arm and

walked to school.

I saw her shake her head and heard her utter unbelievable on the way.

Winter break is over, and a new semester of tedious schoolwork is on the way. I'm getting tired just by thinking of the assignments, projects, and such. At least, I won't be suffering alone, not anymore.

We walked through the corridors filled with students and ghosts, kidding.

"Hi, Lisa."

"You look great as always."

"Wuzzup?!"

"Wanna hang out at lunch?"

These greetings never get old, and, of course, Veronica has hers.

"Hey, V!"

"Love the style."

"Can I have your autograph?"

"Visit my sister, please. She's a fan of yours."

"Notice me please!"

Veronica is a well-known author who has published award-winning books, especially MU if you're wondering.

And me? Just a normal kid everyone likes.

"Where are the others, by the way?" I asked as we made our way to the classroom.

"We'll meet them at lunch," Veronica answered, then pulled me to a nearby seat.

Before I could sit, something plopped down from somewhere high causing a commotion amongst everyone in the school.