You Don't Need A License To Drive A Sandwich

[KareliaTheTama]

This is a Team Story. No duh.

Okay so this is about a girl and her friends who stumble into a box and emerge into a blank world where they can do anything they want. But something is wrong. Seriously wrong.

Let's see how it turns out.

Haidee Smith ran home, pulling her blue canvas messenger bag along her side. It had been a long day, and all she could think about was getting to her house, out of the way of danger. Someone had been chasing her all day. She could just feel it. She rounded a corner, and tucked her short, blond hair behind her right ear, panting heavily. Haidee put her back up against the wall. She saw no one around, and began to relax as she slowed her pace and began to walk home.

Racer walked home, listening to his iPod, and held his black backpack under his left arm. His brown-black hair fell to just above his shoulders, and his tan skin and black eyes were always attention-grabbers. He did not enjoy the attention, though. He was a bit of a lone wolf. As Racer strolled up the block, a speeding dot flew by him, blowing his hair a bit out of proportion. He reached his hand up to fix it.

Enjoy!!!!

 

[KareliaTheTama]

Kelsea Solem opened her front door and plopped onto the couch. It was a long day, and she just wanted to watch tv. She grabbed the black remote, and pressed the green button on top. The TV came on with a flash, as she channel-surfed. She put both of her feet, now covered with brown boots, and let her bright red hair fall over the side of the couch. Not long after, her phone rang. "Who is it?"

"It's me, Haidee. I just got home. You wanna come over?"

Kelsea sat up at the mention of going to her best friend's house. The freshman girl, by some miracle, had no homework today, so she rushed over across the street, trying not to trip in her new 4 inch boots as she crossed the asphalt to the other side of the road.