In the 24 hours Angela had lived in Arizona, she noticed two things.

1. It was hot. Very hot.
2. Her new friend was very very strange.

She had just met Calliopes, and yet here they were, standing in an open field over a strange hole in the ground, each of them taking turns dropping stones into it.

Calliopes Had told her that this was their favorite hiding spot in all of Phoenix, Arizona.

Angela didn’t know why, it was just a small hole. But if they liked hiding in it, why were they throwing stones?

“Nova always hates it when I do this, says it crushes her plants.”
Calliopes said, a smug smile on their face.

“Who is Nova?”
Angela asked, putting the stones back down on the ground.

“Is she your imaginary friend?”
Calliopes shook their head, muttering something under their breath.

“No no, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

Now this, Angela thought, was a very queer thing.

So she stood up and stomped her foot on the ground, huffing and puffing, her face as red as a steaming tomato.

“I want to know!”
She practically shrieked.
“You dragged me out here, I deserve to know!”

Calliopes shook their head.
“Angela, you don’t understand I can’t...I’m not allowed..”

“Allowed to what? You can’t tell me about your silly made up friend?”

Angela stomped again, this time loosing her footing, falling right into the strange little hole.

Next thing she new, she was floating.