When Mistreya got the letter her parents had almost tossed it in the trashcan, mistaken it for spam mail. But the beautiful hand writing had drew them in, they were suckers for cursive. And now, the socially awkward teenager was here, snapping photos with her Argus C-forty four camera and staring in awe at the chandeliers and fancy walls. She was wearing a lavender dress along with matching flats while having her white bag along her shoulder and sitting at her hip. The only thing that was out of place was her shoulder bag, but her parents didn't mind. She was also wearing mascara and red lipstick, her mother had dabbed some on her eyelashes and put some on her lips before Mistreya could even protest, she hated makeup with a passion since she never looked beautiful while wearing it.<br/><br/>After her parents had their questions answered at the front desk ("How long will this take?", "Will this game be easy to win?" ", "Is there anyone there that's my daughter's age?") Mistreya hugged her parents, wrapping her arms around both of them in a group hug, reassuring that she will be okay. She was unsure about what she told them, she has never been to an actual party before, plus she was weary of strangers. After her parents were out of earshot, she was escorted into the room where the party was, clutching her shoulder purse as she walked in. Thankfully, she wasn't late and everyone was just eating and talking. Mistreya's head went down to avoid eye contact from the elegantly dressed strangers in the room and sat in the front, to the edge, precisely. Another woman had joined her and she was wearing a beautiful black dress, she was really pretty. Mistreya mentally cursed herself for not being as pretty as the woman wearing the ebony dress, she picked up a wine glass and raised it to her lips wanting to drown all of her self-pity away. She was finished with the glass and made a face, What in the world was that? It d didn't have a sweet taste to it, she shrugged and stuffed some ravioli in her mouth.<br/><br/>After an hour of hearing the two people at her table engage in conversation, Mistreya looked at the woman and wondered why she wasn't joining them? Maybe she was a mere observer like her? Listening to things and not speaking a word or offering an opinion. Her wine glass was filled by one of the waiters, she wondered why those kinds of drinks were sold when they just didn't taste right. She also wondered why people were addicted to this stuff... Mistreya was finished with her dish and a wealthy man stood up on stage and said something about toast. They were going to eat toast now!? The homeschooled girl watched as the people raised their wine glasses up and clinked them together, Mistreya copied them and with a wobbly hand she started to clink her glass with the three other people at the table. So that's what a toast meant! She raised the glass to her lips once more and forced herself to swallow the alcoholic drink.<br/><br/>Suddenly, lights started to flicker in the dining room. They can afford extravagant food and not lights? Mistreya shook her head, but all of a sudden thr girl started to feel different. Her head was pulsing and the world was spinning, the two people at the table didn't look like themselves anymore. The woman at the table's hair was now white and in another style, Mistreya shrieked. What was going on!? As the woman stumbled away from the table, Mistreya picked up the glass and saw that the tips of her chestnut brown hair turned red, then blonde, then brown, and then blonde again. Her amber eyes changed to blue, Mistreya dropped the wine glass om the floor and it shattered into glass pieces.<br/><br/>The wealthy man had explained that they were all sent to save the world. "WHAT!?" Mistreya thought aloud, placing her hands over her mouth. This was confusing, this was unbelievable.<span style="font-style: italic">Not really, it's true you must beleive him!"</span>A soft spoken voice echoed in her head.<br/><br/>"Who are you?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Carietta White, I'm not the only one here."</span><br/><br/>All of a sudden, more voices were heard and they all introduced themselves. Katara, Kairi, Elizabeth, and Princess Peach. Wait, the useless Princess from Mario? Mistreya felt a harsh pang in her head as if someone has slapped her from the back of her head. The impact sent Mistreya head first onto the tabletop, slamming her head into the Caesar sald that someone at her table was eating.<span style="font-style: italic">I'll have you know, that I'm not as useless as the media portrays me to be!"</span>Mistreya heard the same annoying high pitched voice say in a defensive tone.<br/><br/>The teenage girl lifted her head and grabbed a napkin, wiping off all of the ranch off her face as Princess Peach apologized. But since she didn't have a mirror, she had a string of lettuce stuck up her nose.  The man had told them all to leave, Mistreya walked up to the stage but stayed on the ground. "W-Why can't you explain to us now!?! And who is Harrison!?"  She stuttered, trying to keep her voice at a high level so everyone can hear her. She wasn't one to speak over people, and with a lettuce hanging out her nose she didn't look professional either. Her souls chuckled at her, yet didn't say anything about the string of lettuce.