A M I N A P O V
I have no idea where they are taking me and no clue where I am going right now. If this is a prank or something stupid, I swear Antonia is dead. I trust her, yet, sometimes she does some stuff which makes me question myself: Why am I her friend?
That’s because I love that crazy girl; Often I worry about her. There was a lot of noise. Noise if people talking, laughing, and screaming. We are definitely in the cafeteria because who can forget the terrible sounds in a cafe.
"Ready?" Antonia asked, shaking my body.
"Yes! No! Fine, I am ready," I rumbled nervously, grabbing her hand tightly.
"Okay, here goes," she mumbled, taking the blindfold from my eye. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust my eyesight since they went through the torture of Antonia’s death scarf
