Upon first entrance, the room had the wondrous fragrance of delightful roses, as though it were similar to waltzing into a well cared for garden. The walls were covered with lime green paint. The only other shade present was the white reams around the door and window. Every inch spacious area was pristine and organized to its finest. Not one textbook or pencil in disarray.

Ivy sat in a brown swivel within her room near that of her desk. Her emerald green eyes gazed through her window, watching as the clouds gradually removed themselves from sight. However her complete attention was not upon the view face but was within her thoughts.

Since the moment she returned home from failing to conclude her suicidal attempt, all her mind could deeply ponder was regarding the tree that sprouted with posthaste to save her. How? She wondered. How am I still alive, I was supposed to die? Yet I am still existing; from a tree that sprouted from the ground within seconds? That is not even scientifically possible!

Near the corner of her black desk was a small blue flower pot, inside was a dracaena shrub. The poor delicate plant was withering. Its leaves were turning a shade of brown, the ends crisp. What an abysmal state.

Ivy didn't know why but somehow she felt compelled to grab deplorable plant. She looked at it, as it sat in her hands, with not pity but bafflement in her eyes. As though now she merely questioned the existence of plant life.

She touched it's dying leaves. As soon as her fingers skimmed the surface of the leave with her slight touch, the brown leaves gradually returned to it usual green color, becoming more lively by the second. It became its once healthy if not healthier state of living.

The sight was startling enough for Ivy release her grasp on the flower pot, sending it falling aimlessly onto the ground. She jump out of her seat, unintentionally slamming her back into the side of her bookshelf. She winced slightly from the pain. Impossible! That was the only word her mind could think of pertaining to the shocking sight.

"Mom! Dad!" she yelled, her voice was rather unsteady. Her parents did not respond. Assuming that they merely failed to hear her, Ivy grabbed the flower pot and walked down stairs. Her pace was slow but not to the point of dragging her feet.

Once she made it down stairs, she repeated her call once again; her voice now calm. "Mom,Dad- This plant near the edge of my desk was dying but someho-"

"-Ivy! We were just about to call you," her mom interrupted her. Her voice sounded as though she was attempting to be enthusiastic about something presumably terrible but failing horribly at doing so. Her mom gave her a hug, yet it only made the situation seem rather awkward.

"okay?" Ivy said narrowing her eyes. She resumed to what she was trying to convey with her words once more "Um... Mom this plant here was-"

" So your father and I were talking," Ivy's mom interrupted her again, "and...um" Ivy's mom turned her head towards her husband, with the 'I am not sure how to tell her' expression spread across her face.

"We're sending you to therapy," Her father announced in the most monotoned voice.

"THERAPY!?" Ivy yelled.

"Yes" Her parents said in unison.

"I don't need therapy!"

"You almost committed suicide" said Ivy"s father.

"Well yeah but-"

"Ivy. We are only doing this for your own good. And we understand that what you did was probably due to Jazmine's dead but you need to talk to someone! You haven't mentioned your suicidal thoughts once to us. So maybe talking to a professional therapist can help you," her mother explained.

"How could you guys be so stupid? I do not need any help!" Ivy yelled. Her eyes were practically throwing daggers at this point. In the meantime. The plant that Ivy held so firmly began to wither way. Returning back to its former state. However, such an absurd sight went blindly unnoticed.

The doorbell rang interrupting the family's argument. In response, Ivy set the dead plant down on a table. She walked passed her parents, glaring callously towards them, and turned the golden doorknob to unlock the door. The two guys in tuxes were there.

"Oh so are they supposed to be the therapists," Ivy asked with anger laced through her voice.

"Actually no," Ivy's mom replied with a confused yet concerning expression. She walked over to the door and pulled Ivy away from it. Ivy's father follow behind her.

"Who are you supposed to be," he asked.

"We are part of the government. The G.O.T.E government society," one of the government guys answered.

G.O.T.E? I researched about the government before and I don't remember that being a thing. Ivy thought.

"The Government? Why is the government at our house," The mother questioned.

"We're here to pick up your daughter," The government guy said.

"My Daughter?" Ivy's mom gasped and put her arm in front of Ivy as if trying to......shield her or something? Ivy's eyes shifted to look at her mom. She stared at her trying to figure out what was the point of placing her arm in front of her.

"What do you want my daughter for?" Ivy's Father asked, sternly.

"We can't give you that information."

"WHAT!?" the small family yelled unison.

"You can't just take my daughter and not tell me why!" Ivy's father yelled.

"We have a government warrant so we can legally do anything."

Ivy's dad cursed under his breath, then looked at his wife. "We can't do anything about this," he said to his wife.

"I know," she replied, then looked at Ivy. She was practically analyzing to two queer men.

"Ivy," Her mom got her attention,"We're sorry but we are incapable of keeping you here due to government warrant."

"I know. I get it," Ivy said, without a hint fear or care about it. With that she left with the guys. Whatever. Those two were going to send me to therapy anyways. Ivy thought. She secretly pondered on which event was actually worst: Government or Therapy. Somehow Therapy won.

Ivy stepped into car. Fortunately, the inside of car black car had a third row. Allowing Ivy not to be squished between Camden and Seraphina. Ivy let out an annoyed sigh at the sight of other people.

Sera turned around to face Ivy. She held out her hand out, gesturing for a handshake." Hey my name is Seraphina but call me Sera and this....Camden......he can't move...... you are?"

Ivy looked at Sera's hand and turned away.

"Rude. I see. Well then," Sera said.

Ivy scanned the people who sat before her eyes. She honestly did not anticipate others being in the same position as her. Especially those presumably aged similar to her. Regardless, the idea of possibly being stuck with these people annoyed her immensely.

" My name is Ivy," she sighs.

***

Dallas returned to the enormous beach house owned by his parents. The house was geometrically structured with a series of pristine white and black rectangles; edges were clean cut. Material was manufactured of steel and glass. It was shamelessly modern. The roof was flat and without a chimney. The front door was metallic and opened with both a keypad and biometric scanner.

Currently this was the dwelling in which he would stay in until the season of winter was over. Why, exactly? Well, his parents rather him locate in a warm environment instead of 'suffering' the harshness of winter's icy snow, in the home he usual lives in. Furthermore, it was a safer and calmer area to be at while they left constantly for working purposes. After watching the biometric reader scan down Dallas, the door unlocked.

When entering the expensive residence, it was easy to see that everything was recently polished. So much so that one could see their reflection on the floor and dark cherry wood tables. There was no clutter nor dirt of any kind in sight. Not even on the family photographs of Dallas with his parents. Okay, I am more than positive that the house was not this clean when I left this morning. Dallas thought.

"Welcome back, Sir Dallas," The butler greeted him as Dallas further entered the house.

"Sir Dallas???" Dallas questioned. Then he throught aloud for a moment. "Okay, you're putting honorifics in my name, the house is beyond spotless and you're doing you're job? OH! My parents must be back."

The butler winked at him, indicating his presumption was correct. "And there watching me," he whispered, remotely gesturing to the curious parents sitting patiently at a table. They wondered about their little situation but never planned to addressing it.

Dallas chuckled at the worried butler. Mr.Martin, the slightly less than middle-aged butler, never undertook in his responsibilities unless Dallas's parents were present. And ironically Dallas never exposed him. Why? Dallas genuinely enjoyed Mr. Martin around, since when in living his type of life, he was probably going to be the most realistic person he'll ever meet. Dallas walked over to his parents.

"Hey Mom, Da-" Dallas began, waving slightly as he spoke. Unfortunately he was interrupted.

"Oh my gosh Dally what happened. You're bruised and.... You're hands are...BLEEDING," Dallas's mom gasped, "What happened?!" His mother began to tilt his head, overly examine his face.

Dallas hid his hand behind his back, " I...er...fell."

He knew his parents far too well to want to thoroughly explain how he got into a fight for the sake of helping a little girl. They were too exceptionally protective of him. Whenever he became ill or claimed that a part of his body hurt, his parents would discuss taking his to a hospital to get examined. He did not wanna go through that. Unfortunately his parents were not only over protective but smart too.

"Oh. really? It must have been one heck of a fall,"his father said, obviously not believing him.

Why couldn't he just believe the lie so we could move on to a new topic like a clueless parent? Dallas made sure his eyes avoided contact with his father's as he tried to think of a full story. "Yeah...um...you see what happened was-"

"-Stop," His father interrupted him. He truthfully did not want to hear any made up stories today," there's no point in lying. Your mother and I both know you're terrible at. it."

"Okay. Okay. Fine. The truth is....I got...into a fight," Dallas admitted hesitantly.

His parents gasped; for more reasons than one.

"But I promise you I was helping out a child and I did not start it. And no one really got injured."

"Well you look pretty hurt to me," Dallas's mom said. She rolled up the sleeve to his blue sweater, which revealed a few bruises and small scars. She used her finger to trace down each scrape on his arm. Dallas flinched as she slightly touched his wounded skin. He then jerked his arm out of his mother's grasp.

"Nope! I'm fine, there is no bone injuries. Nothing! I'll be okay." Dallas assured while giving them a rather convincing smile. "I'll just go wash the bruises with water."

Dallas walked to through the large kitchen towards the sink. He extended his hand to turn on faucet, but as doing so the faucet began to tremble rapidly. Then it popped off the sink and water blasted out.

"What the hell," he cursed. Staring at the small fountain of water with a perplexed expression. "First the giant water hand thing at the beach, now this!"

"Dallas what's going?" His mother questioned.

Dallas attempted to suppress the water with his hands but fail. "Uh...the just faucet broke off and-"

"-Oh don't worry about it, our butler, Mr. Martin will handle it."

"Tch, No he won't," Dallas mumbled.

"What was that?"

"Ah, Nothing."

The doorbell rang. The sound echoing throughout the house. Mr. Martin unlocked the house only for it to reveal the two men. The men explained how they were sent to pick up Dallas, to his parents. Dallas's parents protested for at least an hour before giving in.

'This is ironic. Usually my parents are the ones leaving spontaneously,' Dallas thought. He entered the third row of the car. Sitting on the opposite side of Ivy.

Seraphina turned around to greet Dallas," Hey my name is-- wait a sec...I know you. You're Dallas. Dallas Cade. Son of the famous Director and Actor, Travis and Rebecca Cade."

"Travis and Rebecca!?" Camden exclaimed," Dude, you must be extremely loaded!"

Dallas gave a small smile and a slight nod. He was not exactly comfortable around those who were aware he was the son of such people prominent in within the entertainment community- anymore that is. Since he doesn't show his face to the world as much as his parent do, most times he goes unnoticed. Although today, not so much.

"You must also be a real jerk," Ivy added.

"Actually n-no I-" Dallas started but was interrupted.

"-Okay kids I strongly suggest you fasten your seat belts real tight," one of the government guys recommended.

The four teenagers looked at the guy in confusion, yet still obeyed his command. The government guy opened the black armrest of the car and press a big red button. The car began to move rapidly as though it was almost moving at the speed of light.

"What the hell?!!!" Dallas yelled.

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!!" Sera screamed," NOO, I'M TOO YOUNG!!

"Will You Calm Down!!" Ivy yelled.

"I can move again!" Camden exclaimed not fully aware of the situation.

Everyone stared at him, genuinely questioning how could he be so oblivious towards the seemingly hazardous situation.

"What?!" Camden said and faced the front window," OH MY GOSH. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

In the slight distance there was a small dimensional rip appearing as though they were to enter the galaxy. The rip began to gradually grow wider as the car dashed closer to it. Somehow the sight went completely unnoticed by the bystanders.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH," they all screamed in terror.

The car eventually traveled through the portal, causing all the elements to black out.