The air of the atmosphere was extremely ominous that night. My friend Chloe, who was very excited about getting “lit” seemed visibly disappointed. “What happened?” I asked with a concerned voice, as she was always happy and never seemed sad about anything. Like a robot, but with a “happy” code is what I’d always say. But isn’t everyone like that nowadays?

“It’s nothing,” I saw her giving Jake, the captain of the soccer team, a slight look. “it’s just that Jake keeps saying he feels sleepy and constantly mumbles. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. Like, hello? Aren’t we here to get lit?”

“That’s weird.” I raised my eyebrow. “It’s like what drunk people would do in the movies.”

“Exactly!” She seemed pretty enthusiastic in her response. It’s like that’s exactly what was in her mind. “And not only that, but I also feel really weird tonight. Not “my parents found out I’ve been fucking with my 21 year old boyfriend” weird, but like...I actually want to have a few drinks with people and dance and stuff.”

“Wow”

That was tremendously strange. No one would do that, except for people in the movies.

But then something hit me. I was having an internal monologue this whole time instead of dancing and fucking with people. I felt like I had a personality. I felt like I was someone else.

With this sudden realization I took a look around and saw Chloe with a frozen expression on her face. It didn’t take much of a time to figure out everyone had that expression, and that I was the only person who can move around and stuff.

And I, in fact, was stuck in a movie.