The Getaway

I was lying on my bed, so bored I was making shapes out of the popcorn ceiling, when I got a call from my best friend, Olivia, that changed my life.

Lulled into a lazy trance by the silence, I jumped violently at the noise of my cell phone ringing. I scrambled into a sitting position and clawed at my nightstand until my fingers curled under my phone. Swinging my long, gold hair away from my ear, I answered, “Liv! What’s up?”

“Izzy!” Olivia greeted, “are you doing anything?”

“Nope. Nothing.”

“Great, ’cause you have to see this. Can you come over to my place?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be there in two minutes,” I replied, sliding my feet into a pair of sneakers. Fast as a cheetah, I zipped out of my house and ran to Liv’s. I barely had a chance to knock before the door burst open, Olivia’s pointed nose three inches from mine.

“Whoa!” I exclaimed, springing backwards.

“Sorry,” Live squawked. “Come on!” She grabbed my wrist and dragged me through a hallway and into her living room. My jaw dropped at what I saw.

There, hovering above a dark wood coffee table, was a gaping portal, the liquid-like substance forming it swirling around, a small black hole leading to the unknown in the dead center of the oval. Bits of bright purple and midnight blue streaked around with the gray and black, adding a futuristic vibe to it.

“How the heck did this get here?” I exploded.

“I don’t know! I just came down here, all like ‘time for an ordinary day!’ when I just saw this thing in my house!” Liv yelled in a semi-insane manner.

“What should we do about it?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious, Izzy?” Live questioned, as thought it was completely obvious what to do in that situation. “We jump in.”

I simply stood still as a statue, staring at her. The only sound was the slight hum of the portal.

“Thank you,” I stated eventually.

“For what?” she asked. I smiled.

“For rescuing me from a boring day.”