(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Jenna's smirk widened as she leaned over you, towering above you until her shadow was cast completely over you. An ominous glow over the lenses of her glasses prevented you from fully seeing her eyes.
"You're spending the day with me, dork. Remember?" Jenna asked.
Lauren lightly flicked her daughter's arm. "Jenna. Be nice to your brother."
Jenna feigned innocence. "I'm always nice to him, mom. It's just some classic sibling teasing, right?" She looked back at you and winked. You put your hands on your hips and rolled your eyes.
The truth was that your mom was well aware that Jenna frequently pranked you, or put you into otherwise embarrassing situations. Or, at least, your mom was aware of 20% of those incidents. In her mind, Jenna was just a sister who took her teasing too far sometimes, and she regularly let Jenna off with just a slap on the wrist if you tried to get her in trouble.
Your mom shook her head, amused by her children and their constant games, and strolled out of the kitchen. Jenna then laid her palm out on the table and beckoned you to climb aboard. Steeling yourself for whatever cruel games Jenna had in store for the day, you hopped up onto her smooth palm.
Not bothering to wait for you to balance yourself, Jenna lifted her hand and walked out of the room. You were forced to throw yourself at her thumb and wrap your arms around it to stop from flying off to the ground. You heard Jenna softly snicker at your display of frantic athleticism, and you shot her back a dirty look.
After a minute, Jenna reached the front door, slipped on her shoes, and grabbed her purse. As unceremoniously as she could manage, she flicked you off of her palm and down into the dark depths of her purse. You banged off of some lipstick, smacked against her wallet, and got tangled up in a crumpled gum wrapper, and just barely managed to see your sister look down at you before zipping her purse shut and plunging you into darkness.
All things considered, Jenna's purse was one of the nicer ways she could choose to transport you, and despite the constant shaking and bumping, it gave you time to try and remember where Jenna was taking you, and what she had in mind by "spending the day with her". Had this been something she'd discussed with you earlier? Why couldn't you remember? Was it going to be just a normal day, or something much, much crazier.
Your burning questions were answered after a few minutes, as you heard the sound of a car door open, and you felt your purse prison lifting into the air and swinging along with Jenna's walking cadence. After another few minutes, the purse was unzipped, and two perfectly manicured fingers descended inside, grappled your body tightly, and withdrew you from the purse.
You dangled in the air, your eyes adjusting to the light, and took in your surroundings. Where are you?
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