Where Are We???

Chapter 1: Dear Cell Phone, I Hate You
Once upon a time, there were four fangirls. Their names were Rachael, Kaitlynne, Tia, and Katie.

Rachael was, to say the least, a hyperactive, overdramatic, obsessive crazy person. But she was quite entertaining, so they kept her around.
Kaitlynne was, to many, the scary one. But we know better, don't we? Yes. We do... anyways, she made weird faces... and hated popular snobs. (Don't we all?) Yep, she kicked their...uh...yeah.
Tia and Katie were the more normal ones... Except when they got hyper. They were usually the voice of reason in a situation.

One day, the four friends were strolling happily after second period through their perfect *cough* school. They were all in good moods and excited for the start of spring break, when they would all spend most of their time together enjoying their stupid games and being idiots. It was one of their specialties.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so excited!" squealed Katie in her fake gay voice she used when she was spazzy.
"Oh my gosh! I know!" answered Rachael in the same annoying voice.
"Oh my gosh! We can watch Marmelade Boy!" Kaitlynne said sarcastically, copying the same voice. (Note: Marmelade Boy is a stupid anime we watched one time. I'm not sure if I spelled it right, but who cares? I don't!)
"Oh my gosh! Why are we talking like this?" asked Tia.
They all started laughing. This was how they entertained themselves: just being stupid.
"Oh my gosh! Move!" said an annoying voice they all recognized, unfortunately.
They all turned to meet the glare of the Populars. The voice came from the leader of the pack: Lincoln. (Note: some names were changed for personal safety. As in, my safety.*nervous laugh*)
Her snobbish expressions seemed to disfigure the rest of her. Her followers trailed behind her, as they did everywhere she went. They all had the same digusting expressions and matching toothpick-sized waists. They despised anyone who wasn't in their group, except the popular boys of course.
Lincoln pushed her way through the crowded hall with no more than a glare to the couple brave ones who pushed back.
"EXCUSE YOU!!!" Rachael yelled.
"I hate those Populars," Katie muttered.
"Who doesn't?" said Tia.
"Got something to say?" Lincoln was back.
Kaitlynne turned around to face her. "Not to you."
"Better watch what you say, loser," she snapped back.
"Bring it on, bitch," Kaitlynne challenged.
Lincoln narrowed her eyes and turned on her heel. Her followers did the same and walked off down the hall.
The warning bell rang and they rushed off to their lockers to gather their materials for third period math. They were unusually early. Unfortunately, Lincoln was also in this class.
"Okay class. Now you may start on your homework," said the teacher a while later.
Rachael jolted awake, wiping the small spot of drool off her desk. Katie shoved her doodles back into her desk, and Tia quit throwing paper at the teacher. Yet Kaitlynne never took her eyes from the sky.
Suddenly, there was a loud crash and a girly scream from the other end of the classroom. Everyone looked over with wide eyes and saw Lincoln sprawled on the ground, her chair still under her, but the legs of the chair lay around the nearby desks. Apparantly, Lincoln had sat back down in her chair after sharpening her pencil, but the chair had somehow given up and sent its legs flying away.
Tia and Rachael failed to hold in their laughter. Katie looked over to Kaitlynne, who had still not taken her eyes off the clouds, but whose mouth was turned up at the corners into a smile.
Later at lunch.
"Ew! What is this?" complained Rachael. She was right. What the school was serving today didn't look like food at all.
"It looks like my cat threw up," said Katie.
"Almost as bad as them," said the annoying voice of Lincoln, just up the lunch line. She was whispering quite loudly to another Popular.
After they all grabbed their milks and punched in their lunch codes, the four of them scanned the cafeteria for an empty table. The looked to their usual table, which was now taken over by, who would've guessed, the Populars. Kaitlynne noticed that Lincoln was on the end of the table, by the aisle. Perfect, she thought.
She walked over, and the others followed.
"Tia, trip me," she whispered to Tia.
"Huh?"
"Trip me."
"What? Why?" Tia asked confused.
"Nevermind. I'll trip myself." Kaitlynne sped up, and just a few feet from lincoln's table, Kaitlynne fell and threw her lunch tray up into the air. Lincoln, of course, knew it was on purpose as what was supposed to be kaitlynne's lunch splattered all over her.
The whole room went silent.
Lincoln stood up slowly, bits of food falling off her. "You." her eyes were wide and locked on Kaitlynne. "You're DEAD!!!" she screamed.
"Run!" yelled Rachael as she pulled Kaitlynne up and joined Katie and Tia out the doors of the cafeteria.
They ran through the deserted halls, through the commons, and past the office, where the old, wrinkled secretary lady watched curiously as they ran for their lives.
Lincoln was getting farther behind, but was still determined to get her revenge.
"Hurry. In here," said Katie and pulled the other three into an empty classroom.
They searched frantically for a decent hiding spot, knowing death would soon catch up. But all they could find was small storage closet. They sqeezed in and heard Lincoln enter the classroom, searching for her prey. They held their breath, but the effort was wasted as an alarm sounded. Actually, four little alarms sounded from in their pockets.
"Damn. Whoever's calling right now is going to die," whispered Kaitlynne.
"Weird," said Katie. "Why are all our cell phones ringing at the same time?"
"This isn't my ringtone," said Rachael.
"Mine either," said Tia.
All together, the four of them flipped open their phones.
A large black hole appeared and the four of them were immediately sucked in.
Everything was black for a long time, or so they thought.

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"Oh my gawd," said Rachael.
Tia stood with her mouth hanging open and her eyes large and round.
"Holy shit," said Kaitlynne.
"Um, guys, is it just me, or..." Katie couldn't finish. Surely she wasn't crazy.
But the proof was right there in front of them.