Rachel drops me into the shoe box and closes it. I’m completely enshrouded with darkness as they carry me. I hear them leave the room, walk down stairs, open and close the front door, get into the car, and turn it on. Then the lid opens and light floods back into my shoe box. I gaze up to see Rachel looking back down at me. She’s sitting in the passenger seat of a car, and Sally is driving.
“You’re going to be a gift for our friend Amy,” Rachel explains. “It’s her 20th birthday today, and we’re having a slumber party with her and a bunch of her girlfriends in her apartment. You’ll be the main attraction, I’m assuming, so I want to see you perform to see how well you can do it.”
I look up at her, transfixed, not sure what to do and too confused to move. Things are moving too fast for me.
“I said perform for me. Now PERFORM!” she demands as she flicks me onto the ground with her finger.
“What do you want me to do?”
“I don’t know anything, just something, or I’ll have to flick you again.”
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