"Hey girl!" I call out as I greeted Lisa, my best friend since childhood.

Stepinng out of her dads car, Lisa calls back. The mid-morning sunlight shined on us, while we entered into a quick embrace. We waved Mr. Rony, Lisa's dad, goodbye as he slowly pulled out the worn out drive way. Mom and dad were going out of town and wouldn't be back till late. My two younger siblings; Della and Maya, were on the children's church yearly camping trip and would not be back for a few days. Realizing this was a night of pure freedom I decided to have a girls anime night in!

Lisa and I entered the trailer giggling like little girls as we practically ran straight through the messy kitchen, cluttered dining room, and into the spotless living room. Everything was ready thanks to my preparations beforehand. A twelve pack of root beer and coke , freshly made popcorn, cupcakes, and cookies( not to mention a jumbo the bag of Hershey Kisses) all ready and set on the small wooden coffee table in our living room waiting to be devoured by our gluttony size appetites behind a mountain of blankets and pillows waiting to be flopped on, and our favorite show, Full metal Alchemist Brotherhood, was in the, DVD player set. Now all I had to do was hit play.

We settled down onto the blankets, with popcorn and soda at hand; I hit play. The theme song to episode one started playing. Lisa was singing the Japanese lyrics like a pro while I stumbled along. As episodes went on, our food started to deplete. We watched the transmutation, to the battle with Father, with our emotions following along with the show. Right around three in the morning Lisa and I had finished Full metal Alchemist Brotherhood. Though we were exhausted, we were discussing the changes in the series we would make. When out of the blue I decided to try and draw a transmutation circle. I grabbed my sketchbook, a pencil, and started to draw in the tv light. Warching me, Lisa frowned.

"That's not a transmutation circle." She stated. I glared at her.

"Oh really then you fix it."

"I think I will."

After half an hour of going back and forth, we had made the perfect transmutation circle. Lisa and I stared at it, not daring to mention the thoughts that were running through our minds. Finally my tired teenage brain formed a coberent sentence to voice the jumbled race in my mind.

"I dare you to touch it." Lisa jerked away from me, looking as if I ate her goldfish.

"What, why do I have to touch it? Why don't you touch it?"

"You're the oldest." I replied as if that answered the question.

After some bickering we decided on to touch it on the count of three.

"One," I said.

"Two," went Lisa.

"Three," we said together as our hands touched the transmutation circle. The last thing I remembered was a bright flash of light and then darkness