It was a mundane day. The same routine that had been unchanged for the past few years was again put through motion today. Waking up, getting ready for school, coming back, studying and reading novels till late and falling asleep with the phone still in hand. Such was the life of Zara Lone. Just as she had fallen asleep, the phone has slid from her hands to her side.
*DING
An awfully loud notification had awoken Zara in the middle of the night. Well...not really awoken, more as if quarter awoken, 1 part awake 3 parts asleep.
Almost zombie like Zara looked at her phone and opened the notification. It was an email from yourgodmother@gmail.com.
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'Weird nickname. Now who the hell is this?', Zara thought.
The email she was reading is as follows:
Ever been in tears because of someone who doesn't exist, never has and never will? Well you have come to the right place. We have exactly what you require. Take heart in the fact that you are not alone.
Welcome to the imaginary confessions club . Here we have people of all ages, colours,shapes, and sizes. Many from different phases of life gather here for one and only one purpose. That is to express the emotion they were never able to, to put into words the unspoken words they couldn't utter nor make sense of.
Here at the universe exchange event we offer people a medium to express their one sided unrequited affection to the characters they adore the most but lament at the fact that they don't exist. We provide you a chance to…
"What the hell!", Zara grumbled half asleep, rubbed her eyes and looked again questioning her sanity.
It was still there, the email, in its weird glory.
'Yup! that's enough for today'
Zara put her phone on the side and went back to sleep.
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"Greetings miss Zara Lone! I see you have reached here without any problems."
An old man the size of her hand greeted her with a big and cheerful smile. The tiny man was dressed up in a bright yellow jumpsuit and was wearing fake fairy wings and held a sailor moon crescent moon wand in his right hand. This wannabe fairy was floating in the air in front of Zara's face.
'Have I finally…lost it?'
She stared back at the sparkling little black eyes blankly with her mouth open.
"Huu…u", she manage to make a sound from her throat to check if her voice still works.
Ignoring the bright yellow abomination she look down. As she tilted her head, she felt her blanket still wrapped around her and the soft mattress underneath. She looked up into the eyes of the fairy man, he didn't even blink and just stared back.
Zara then broke this awkward eye contact by lookingto the left and then right. She looked up and down, she looked all around her again and again and could not fathom what she had just found.
Zara's bed was floating in space. That's right! It was legit space with stars all around her and the earth behind and the moon to the right and the other planets were in some distance.
"Ahem", the fairy man cleared his throat.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHHHHHHHHHHHH", She screamed her lungs out.
It wasn't Zara's fault you see, it was already coming, just building up momentum as soon as she opened her eyes to see a fairy man in her face, that 'ahem' was a trigger and she had to let it out.
"Miss will you pl-"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHH…", Zara interrupted.