“Guard, fetch sir Russia.” Ivan later appeared next to me.
“Ivan!” I hugged him.
“Zara. Where the hell are we?”
I whispered in his ear, “I’ll explain later, just go with it.”
“It’s Princess Zara to you, Mr. Braginsky.” America’s 2p said.
“Alright Zara go change for the ball.” Micky said in a sophisticated but yet sweet voice.
“Yes mother.” I went upstairs and changed into a short blue gown with sparkles on the straps.
“ZARA!” my “mother” called, “These two gentleman ask that you come with them.”
“I’m comin--” I was already downstairs and I saw Cole and Derick. Damn it, when are these two MoFos going to leave me alone? I thought. They pulled me into their carriage and a light flashed. Suddenly, everything was normal. I was wearing my nightgown again, they were wearing their shitty clothes, and I was tied to a chair in the middle of what appeared to be a hospital delivery room. Cole slapped me.
“Wake up!” Derick said.
“OW!” I shouted. Cole slapped me again.
“Shut up!” Derick demanded.
“Did anyone ever teach you etiquette?” I asked in a sweet voice.
“I thought I told you to shut up.” Derick said.
“No, I’m serious.”
“François!” Oh shit… 2p France, get me the hell out of here! I struggled to get out of the chair when Ivan came walking in the doorway.
“Sorry,” he held up his pipe. “He had a little headache and couldn’t come in today.” I felt this was an appropriate occasion to sing. Afterall, he was coming to save me.
“Bet you got a dead cell phone in your shotgun seat, yeah I bet you’re bending God’s ear talking about me…”
“Trying not to let the first tear fall out, trying not to think about turning around, trying not to get lost in the sound, that song is always on so you sing along...”
“Girl you make my speakers go boom boom dancin on the tailgate--” I cut myself off. “I think you get the point…” A whole fight occurred in front of me and as for Ivan, he kicked ass!