"Here we are," the taxi driver says, after crashing to the ground at a frightening speed. Madison looks out the window, unbuckling her seatbelt. She's at Wal-Mart. She's at _Wal-Mart_. She's at _Wal-Mart?_
"Are you sure we're at the right location?" Madison asks, her pitch slowly raising trough the sentence, so by the end no one is able to understand her.
He raises his eyebrows at the question. Finally he answers, “yes, I was directly told to take Miss. Madison Berry this Wal-Mart in Texas.”
“In _Texas_?” Madison questions.
“You didn’t know where you were going?” he starts to ask. Then he quickly say, “Never mind, it was probably best.”
“For who exactly? Because I’m not seeing how this is the best situation for me?” Madison asked, taking hysteric breaths.
“Don’t panic, it’s going to be fine. So cash or credit?” he asks. Madison looks up at him, her eyes becoming wider with panic. “You know what? Don’t worry about it. Just tell your parents I’m for the cause and I’m willing to help anytime.”
“What cause?” Madison questions.
“You don’t know anything, do you?” he asks, answering a question with a question. Madison shakes her head, no. “Well, it was nice meeting you,” he says. The door flies open and Madison feels a strong wind force tugging at her. She tries to resist it.
“Wow, you’re a strong little fairy, aren’t you?” he says, making it sound more like an amazing statement then a question. Madison has no chance to deny being a fairy before the force gets strong and she is yanked out of the car and on the pavement, accompanied by her bag. The car takes off. She watches it to it zooms up to the air and off into the sky.
Madison screams for him to stop, but knows it’s useless. She finally gets up and walks into the store. As is greeted at the front door she thinks to herself, maybe she’s not in Texas. The taxi driver did seem a little crazy to her. Perhaps she still happens to be in the comfort of her New Jersey home. She asks the woman at the front door, “What state do I happen to be in?”
The woman slightly tilts her head before answering in a strong southern accent, “Why Texas, honey.” Madison puts her left hand to her forehead, with a sudden headache coming on. “Are you okay, sweetie?” the woman asks.
Madison hesitates before nodding yes. She figures she’s already broken so many commandments in the last twenty-four hours what’s one more. At this point she probably should just ask God to forgive the day.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Madison asks, feeling dizzy.
“The back left corner,” the woman answers, pointing in the direction. Madison makes a bee line towards it, not stopping to she gets there. Once Madison gets in the yellowed lit bathroom she is feeling dizzier then she did before. She open the purse, hoping to find something useful. Instead she sees a very small furniture set. She puts one hand in to investigate but finds her arm has shrunk once it enters the purse. She leans forward and her top half falls in. The tip of...