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CHAPTER 8
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I hate Asra. I absolutely hate her.

Being in this new world, I don't really have many clothes. There are shops, thankfully. The clothes here are actually much better looking than the ones back home. They aren't boring colored, and people actually wear what matches. You don't normally see that every day back on earth.

Back to Asra, I had run out of the new clothes I had bought, because they were currently in the wash, which they apparently call laundmachine here, which means laundry machine. I asked her if I could borrow her clothes. She had the audacity to say, 'Oh, I'm sorry, but only important people get to borrow my clothes. You're of less importance.' "

First off, who even talks like that? No one talks like that!

I didn't even bother to respond. I just waited until she left her room to sneak in and steal a pair of her clothes.

Later that night, I took a shower and retrieved my clothes out from the drying machine, which is thankfully what they call a dryer here as well; dried myself off and my hair, and got dressed and freshened up. When done, I went downstairs, and was met by a raven-haired man sitting on the couch, his back to me.

He was talking to Liam, Asra sitting next to him. He turned his head to look at me, as if he knew I was there. Liam looked in his direction, noticing me, and smiled. Asra looked annoyed, as usual.

"Hey, Kara. This is my best mate, Zayn. Zayn, this is Kara." Liam introduces us.

"Hello, Kara. It's nice to meet you." He smiled politely.

"Kara is the one I told you about, remember? Who I said came through the portal accidentally." Liam reminds him.

So he's just telling everyone about my business, huh?

"Yeah, I remember." He replied, looking me up and down.

Umm I'm 19, you're over a hundred years old, can you not?

My feet getting tired, I walked over to the couch and sat next to Liam.

"So, Kara, not from here, huh? Where are you from in your world?" Zayn asked, giving me an interested look.

"I'm from Chicago." I answered, feeling slightly anxious. I'm not used to meeting new people.

"Ahh, Chicago. That sounds like a nice place." He replied.

"It is, but it gets freezing in the winter." I tell him.

"The same here as well, but colder. We all have to stay inside all season, because everywhere in the world would be covered with ice." He responds.

"Ice? Like, everywhere is buried in literal ice?" He nods.

Oh wow, this place is much different than I thought.

"Your winters must be different. How long does it last?" I curiously asked.

"Same as yours, 3 months."

Oh no, I- wait, but it wasn't even snowing.

"But there's no snow, and we're in March now. Spring begins next week." I said, confused.

"I believe you have missed it, love. The snow only appears on the first day of winter every year, and disappears on the last day of January." He explained.

"Oh, so like- everywhere was just ice?"

"Yep."

I'm not very fond of snow, but that would've been fun to see.

"Well, I better be going. I don't want to miss my train again." Zayn declared, standing up.

"You have 10 minutes to get to the station, lad. I would use the traveling dust if I were you." Liam suggested, getting up as well.

"If I had anymore. I used them all up. You know how Misteem these things are. 30 bottles are like- £60 Quills. I don't have that much at the moment; and you know it's illegal to make your own with magic." Zayn said, heading toward the door.

"I warned you that you were using them too much. I told you not to use them so constantly." Liam replied, annoyed with his best friend.

"Oh scotch it up, nobody has time to travel so many hours or days to go somewhere. I just make it easier for myself." He shrugs. "Anyway, see you soon, mate. Bye baabot!" After he said that, Asra groaned angrily, and grabbed a cushion and threw it at him, it barely catching him, as he quickly rushed out the door before it could hit him.

Liam cackled silently, trying to hide it from Asra as he covered his mouth with his hand.

I didn't know what that word means, but I felt almost glad that I wasn't the only one who feels the same way about her.

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I found out I was being stalked; but not just by anybody, but by the elf I saw a month ago.

I didn't know why he was stalking me, but when I confronted him and asked, he said it was because he was looking for a new friend.

"You couldn't have just come up to me and asked? What you did was extremely creepy and just rude." I snapped. "And I don't even know you. I like to know someone personally first before we become friends, and this isn't how you do it."

He looked down sadly and mumbled a quiet, "I'm sorry." Before walking away slowly. I started walking away as well.

Don't feel bad, don't feel bad, don't feel bad.

"Wait!"

Ahh, for fucks sake!

The elf turned back around, a confused look on his face.

Sighing deeply, I opened my mouth and said, "Fine, we can be friends." The elf immediately plastered a grin, beaming with happiness as he hopped around in joy.

"But please, never stalk me again. You don't make friends that way. You're lucky I even felt bad and changed my mind." I said, strictly.

"I won't, I promise."

"And don't say you promise. Those always get broken. I would say we could make an oath, but even those get broken. So only just make sure you stick to your word. I mean it." I sternly said.

He nods quickly. "Yes, your– I mean, yes."

I raised a suspicious brown at him, having second thoughts.

I just hope he keeps his word.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Niall. Niall Horan."

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I hope you liked this chapter!

Amour word of the day: baabot (baa-but).
Meaning: Another way to say "Bitch" without actually saying the word.
Place of use: Eupiros.
Language: Eupioranian.

Amour word of the day: Quill.
Meaning: Vomaland currency.
Place of use: Euporis.
Language: Eupioranian.

Amour phrase of the day: "Scotch it up"
Meaning: Shut up, be quiet.
Place of use: Worldwide.
Language: Multi.