Meh........

terminoob · October 9, 2010

Tvguy wants to know what it's about, so... meh.

Hello, Goodbye

3246, 3070, and 167. Add these together and you get 6483. Meaningless. 3229, 25, and 3246. Add those together and you get 6500. Pointless. To the boy simply known as "I", these numbers mean nothing and everything. To I, a stuffed doll is his only lifeline. To everyone, light and darkness will create and destroy. To I, these things represent his only true friends. What would happen if you were to go from 0 to 12,983? This is what I must discover.

You can refrain from the "EPIC!!!!11!!!!" "ZOMG!!!! AWESOME!!!!11!!1!!" comments and things of that nature. I don't want people saying how awesome/epic it is when all you know is the synopsis (which is probably the most cliche and uninteresting thing ever, but whatever. I needed something to write for NaNo).

**EuroTrip** · October 9, 2010

Sounds pretty cool.

**Wumbo** · October 10, 2010

Sounds alright.

terminoob · October 19, 2010

I suppose I'll post the first day now (since I go outside of the norm and don't do chapters).

Day: 0

Hello.

70s · October 19, 2010

EPICLY AMAZINGGG.

terminoob · October 19, 2010

EPICLY AMAZINGGG.

Just 49,999 words left!

**Wumbo** · October 19, 2010

OMG THAT JUST GAVE MY EYES AN ORGASM

**EuroTrip** · October 19, 2010

I suppose I'll post the first day now (since I go outside of the norm and don't do chapters).

Day: 0

Hello.

So uh... Awesome "day", but you are gonna post more, right?

terminoob · October 19, 2010

So uh... Awesome "day", but you are gonna post more, right?

Yes, but not at the moment. Next one should be up in the beginning of November, since I'm supposed to be writing it then and not now.

terminoob · November 2, 2010

(You mean he's actually updating this?! ZOMG!)

Before I begin, I would like to make something clear: Each day will end 24 hours after it starts, not when I goes to sleep. If a day were to begin at 9am in the morning, the next day would not begin until 24 hours after the point that the first day started.

I would also like to make it clear that Day 0 is not the day before Day 1; Day 1 takes place when I is 16, which is years after Day 0.

Day: 1

They made me get this diary. I really donÔÇÖt know why. Apparently it has something to do with me constantly talking to myself and they said itÔÇÖd be ÔÇ£helpfulÔÇØ. I donÔÇÖt see why I even have a therapist. I donÔÇÖt even see why depression still exists. Everyone in the past thought the future would be soÔÇª perfect. Flying cars. Robots. Food in pill form. Teleporters. And most importantly: Time travel. If they were right, life would be so much easier right now. The only thing those idiots got right was the idea of time travel, and even then it hasnÔÇÖt even been made ÔÇ£practicalÔÇØ. The government perfected it way back in 3070, but theyÔÇÖre too scared to use it on account of the whole ÔÇ£if you mess something up in the past it could alter the futureÔÇØ theory. And even if they did that, they randomly decided to put in a fail-safe code that will only allow one human to travel back in time; and they wonÔÇÖt even be allowed to come back. ItÔÇÖs stupid, if you ask me. Oh, I suppose I forgot to mention that we got extraterrestrials. I suppose thatÔÇÖs something else those idiots in the past got right. Same year as time travel, no less. They probably just figured that we were finally advanced enough to be welcomed by them; otherwise they wouldÔÇÖve just contacted us sooner. History bores me, if you couldnÔÇÖt already tell. Everyone that was ever born is justÔÇª stupid. Even me. I donÔÇÖt deny that. But really, history is just an amalgamation of the worldÔÇÖs greatest flukes. Take time travel, for example. The government thought it was too dangerous to use, so they just shoved it somewhere. Smack-dab in the middle of Area 51, to be exact. Same year we got outer space contact. We put the one thing that could completely obliterate the human race in an alien hot spot. The fact we didnÔÇÖt all die was a complete fluke. There was even a war over it. Some guy named Grant something-or-other, I donÔÇÖt really care, killed ÔÇÿem all only 18 days into the battle. He used some sort ofÔÇª liquid nitrogen atomic bomb. See what I mean? Fluke. I donÔÇÖt even understand how thatÔÇÖs even possible to make. But whatever. It happened. Most people think he got frozen in the blast and heÔÇÖs still frozen somewhere out in Area 51. I donÔÇÖt buy that for a second. He got obliterated, thatÔÇÖs fact.

Oh yeah. We also have ghosts now. ThatÔÇÖs not really a scientific breakthrough; itÔÇÖs more of an evolution of the human genes. Huge fluke, but thatÔÇÖs beside the point. ItÔÇÖs kinda weird, though. We havenÔÇÖt evolved far enough to see all of the ghosts; someone will only become a ghost if they love someone at the time of their death. And even then, itÔÇÖs not that simple. We donÔÇÖt physically see them. Apparently they only visit the subconscious of the people they love. I donÔÇÖt buy it for a second. Reason? Ha. Look at me. IÔÇÖm asking a diary a question. I really am an idiot. But, my reason is quite simple: IÔÇÖve never had a dream about my parents. Of course, the love may have to be mutual. In which case, I donÔÇÖt love my parents, so IÔÇÖd never see them anyway.

ThereÔÇÖs something off, too. For some reason, it s-

A female with long, dark hair that was curled at the ends clicked a stopwatch. The hand she held it in had several rings on it; however, none of them were engagement or wedding rings. ÔÇ£Time,ÔÇØ she said sternly. After waiting a few seconds, she closed her eyes and let out a deep breath, while at the same time correcting her rectangular reading glasses. ÔÇ£I said,ÔÇØ her deep blue eyes glared at the teenager in front of her, ÔÇ£Time.ÔÇØ When the teenager didnÔÇÖt respond, she got up out of her chair and walked over to him, her heels making a click click sound against the hardwood floor. She took the diary from the teenager and walked back, with the same click click sound occurring. The female placed the diary on the table beside her chair and sat down, looking at the teenager, both saying nothing.

ÔÇ£I wasnÔÇÖt finished writing,ÔÇØ the teenager told the female.

ÔÇ£Well then,ÔÇØ the female crossed her legs and interlocked her fingers to create a ball with her hands. She placed her hands on her lap and smiled, ÔÇ£It looks like we were right in issuing you a diary. You may have it back at the end of your session. However, I would like to ask you somethingÔÇª what were you writing about?ÔÇØ

The teenager glared at the female, who was still smiling at him. He didnÔÇÖt like talking to people, and surprisingly liked confiding his thoughts in a diary, and because of this, he didnÔÇÖt respond to the female. ÔÇ£Well?ÔÇØ the female twitched her head and held her smile.

ÔÇ£I was writing aboutÔÇªÔÇØ the teenage boy turned his head and looked out of the only window in the room. It was snowing, like it always was. The boy turned his entire body to face the window and stared in amazement at the snow. Though it always snowed, he really never appreciated it before. It was odd, or at least he thought so. ÔÇ£ÔÇªThe idiots in the past,ÔÇØ he turned his head to face the adjacent wall and stared at the female out of the corner of his right eye, glaring at her. He hoped she wouldnÔÇÖt respond and just make a slight ÔÇ£MhmÔÇªÔÇØ like they always did.

ÔÇ£I seeÔÇªÔÇØ the female closed her eyes and nodded, keeping the same smile she had the entire time. She uncrossed her legs and placed her feet on the ground. Arching her back, she placed her hands on her knees and looked at the boy intently, as if she was studying him. ÔÇ£Tell me about it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£The people that lived in that time period are idiots,ÔÇØ he snapped. He did really not like the idea of talking to this person, and he wanted to end the conversation as soon as he could.

ÔÇ£Why?ÔÇØ the female held the same smile and pose.

The boy rolled his eyes and sighed. He wasnÔÇÖt getting his wish anytime soon. ÔÇ£They were too optimistic.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh?ÔÇØ the female seemed more intrigued with the boy now than she was before. She arched her back even more and leaned in further, ÔÇ£Why?ÔÇØ

The boy turned his head back to the window and stared at the snow again. It just kept falling. Non-stopping. It was amazing, to him. ÔÇ£They thought too many things were going to happen now.ÔÇØ All of a sudden he felt some sort ofÔÇª rush. Once he started talking, he couldnÔÇÖt keep himself from stopping. ÔÇ£The people in the past thought weÔÇÖd be soÔÇª advanced. I donÔÇÖt get it. I mean, I do, but at the same time, I donÔÇÖt. They shouldÔÇÖve been doing and not thinking. It wouldÔÇÖve been easier. But, now that weÔÇÖre where we areÔÇª what happens now? The people in the past had something to look forward to. They didnÔÇÖt have time travel, and they could look forward. What do we have? Nothing. Everything made by the government was deemed too impractical and destroyed, or only rich people can afford them, or it was a waste of money and time and resources. ItÔÇÖs stupid.ÔÇØ

The female nodded and extended her back straight against her chair and spun it at a 45 degree turn to face her desk. She opened a compartment in her desk and retrieved a clipboard with a piece of paper attached. Pushing aside the diary, the therapist placed the clipboard on the desk and picked up a pencil; she began to scribble something down for a minute and looked at the clock. She smiled and brought the diary back to the boy. ÔÇ£I believe your session is up.ÔÇØ

The boy turned his head at her and blinked once. He swung his body around and grabbed the diary out of her hand, ÔÇ£Thanks. I guess,ÔÇØ he said without making eye contact with her. The boy exited the room and walked down the hall with his diary under his arm, not looking back.

-

Outside of the building was the same as the inside: depressing. The building itself was completely rundown. Holes were bricks had been were now nesting grounds for rats, the remaining bricks had graffiti sprayed over them, and as if to add insult to injury, that layer of graffiti had been sprayed over with a new layer. The snow had completely blanketed the rooftop of the building; no one even knows what color it is anymore, on account of the snow. Right in front of the building, a giant sign was displayed with neon lights that were on even though it was daytime; the snow covered the lights normally and constantly having the neon lights exert heat was the only way to see them. The lights read ÔÇ£DOLLYÔÇÖS HOUSEÔÇØ, because itÔÇÖs technically a mental hospital as well as a regular psychiatric ward.

After waiting half an hour, the boy began to walk home. He constantly checked his watch to see what the time was, in case it wasnÔÇÖt actually the time he thought it was. Unfortunately, that was not the case. ÔÇ£Jesus ChristÔÇªÔÇØ he said under his breath. He didnÔÇÖt expect anyone to respond, as no one was around; he just wanted to see his breath. The coldness was starting to get to him, and since he thought he had a ride, he wasnÔÇÖt prepared for the temperature. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he rapidly began to move his hands over them in an attempt to cool himself, and everyone once in a while; he would cup his hands, hold them near his face and blow into them, rubbing them as he did so.

As he was crossing the street, a car stopped in front of him, which he almost walked straight into. The window rolled down to reveal a girl in the driverÔÇÖs seat. She wore black, circular sunglasses to protect her eyes from the sunlight that was being brilliantly reflected off of the bone white colored snow. Her hair was blacker than a black hole, and her outfit wasnÔÇÖt exactly ÔÇ£brightÔÇØ either, as she sported a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of pants the same color as her hair. The boy liked this, oddly enough; he never cared for bright colors, which mustÔÇÖve been why he dressed almost identically to her. ÔÇ£Hey you,ÔÇØ she blew a bubbled with the gum in her mouth and popped it, ÔÇ£Why didnÔÇÖt ya call? I couldÔÇÖve picked ya up.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Harold was supposed to pick me up; I didnÔÇÖt think IÔÇÖd need my phone,ÔÇØ he chuckled. He wasnÔÇÖt sure why, but he was. Maybe it was because she made him feel good about himself, or maybe because he was just slowly becoming insane in the snow. ÔÇ£I assume I can hop in now?ÔÇØ

The girl responded by reaching across the passengerÔÇÖs seat and popping the door open, ÔÇ£Why do you still trust Harold? HasnÔÇÖt he said the same thing to you like 50 times or something?ÔÇØ

After getting into the car, the boy placed his hands near the heater to warm himself up. He rubbed his arms as fast as he did before in order to get the heat to spread faster. At the girlÔÇÖs question, he just chuckled again, ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know why. I keep telling myself I shouldnÔÇÖt.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre just too gullible,ÔÇØ she pulled her sunglasses down and winked at the boy. He just shrugged, as if he was acknowledging the fact that she was right. He didnÔÇÖt really care at this point, though, he was just glad he was warm and didnÔÇÖt have to walk.

ÔÇ£Cold, eh?ÔÇØ the girl asked, mostly rhetorically. She reached her right hand over to his left hand and held it, ÔÇ£That better?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Much,ÔÇØ he nodded and placed his other hand on hers. He turned his head and looked at her, and she was looking back. Slowly they leaned in to the middle of the seats and kissed each other on the lips. However, the kiss only lasted half a second, as the car in back of them honked its horn.

ÔÇ£Yeah yeah,ÔÇØ the girl glanced up in the rearview mirror and flipped the driver off. She pressed her foot on the gas pedal and drove down the street with only one hand on the wheel, as her other was still in the boyÔÇÖs grasp.

For most of the ride back to the boyÔÇÖs house, the car was silent. The two didnÔÇÖt have much to talk about, or either just didnÔÇÖt want to talk. No one could ever tell what was going on with them, not even the boyÔÇÖs best, and only, friend Harold. He just figured one of them was only in it for the sex, to which he gave the boy a fist pump and a pat on the back. ÔÇ£Why donÔÇÖt I have a name?ÔÇØ the boy suddenly asked. The question caught the girl off guard, as he hadnÔÇÖt asked that to her before, or anyone before for that matter.

ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ she was off put by the sudden interest in wanting a name.

ÔÇ£I meanÔÇª everyone else has a name. I donÔÇÖt mind not having one, itÔÇÖs justÔÇª weird.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hey,ÔÇØ she pulled the car over and parked it in a parking lot nearby. The girl took her right hand, which had since been freed, and put it on the boyÔÇÖs chin. She turned his face to her, and they stared into the otherÔÇÖs eyes, ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt have one either. IÔÇÖm not wondering why I donÔÇÖt have one. The fact that we donÔÇÖt have a name is what makes us unique. ThatÔÇÖs probably the reason why weÔÇÖre dating; we have something in common that no one else has, and we can understand each other because of that.ÔÇØ

The boy nodded his head slowly and pushed his girlfriendÔÇÖs hand off of his chin, ÔÇ£I just want to be calledÔÇª something, you know? I donÔÇÖt like it when people call me ÔÇÿkidÔÇÖ. Even Harold calls me that, and IÔÇÖve known him since middle school.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£WellÔÇªÔÇØ his girlfriend put her hands back on the wheel of the car and backed out of the parking lot and back onto the road, ÔÇ£Have people call you ÔÇÿIÔÇÖ.ÔÇØ

The boy blinked, ÔÇ£ÔÇªI?ÔÇØ he really wasnÔÇÖt sure if she was kidding or not, ÔÇ£Sounds good to me.ÔÇØ

His girlfriend laughed, ÔÇDude, I was just kidding. ThatÔÇÖs such an idiotic name,ÔÇØ she looked at her boyfriend, who now had his head hung down, ÔÇ£ButÔÇª if you want that to be your name, thatÔÇÖs fine by me.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Okay,ÔÇØ he raised his head and looked at his girlfriend, smiling, ÔÇ£My name is now I.ÔÇØ

-

IÔÇÖs house wasnÔÇÖt really a house. It was an orphanage. As a child, no one wanted to adopt him. Whether it be because of his need to talk to himself, or because of something else, he just wasnÔÇÖt desirable. As time went on, he became more and more aware of the fact that no one was ever going to take him in, and by the time he was 10, he had given up hope completely.

The sign outside of the orphanage was much like that of the mental hospital; it shone a blinding neon light in order to be viewable from behind the snow. The lights were dim, though you could faintly make out the name of the orphanage. ÔÇ£LUCYÔÇÖSÔÇØ was what it said, though no one really cared about it anymore. The only people still there were I, the foster mother, and a few children that were being scouted by adults. Pretty soon, I figured itÔÇÖd only be him and the mother left.

The building itself was extremely old and rundown, much like DollyÔÇÖs House. However, this was made of metal rather than brick. It was intended to be a regular rectangle, nothing fancy; though the construction workers went a bit overboard while building it and ended up with something that belonged in a Dr. Seuss book. It didnÔÇÖt even resemble a rectangle. Though, through the years, vandals thought itÔÇÖd be funny to mess with it, so they usually brought sledgehammers and pounded the metal a few times, and thanks to building it on the cuff and the mayor not supplying enough money, sure enough, the orphanage began to dent many, many times. By now, it was covered in rust, the roof was of no use, as it got dented in enough for it to leave gaps, and the walls themselves were banged in relentlessly. I still called it home, though.

As I walked through the door, the foster mother tried to engage him in conversation, though he wasnÔÇÖt interested, as always. On his way to the room, the children ran up to him and tugged on his jeans, much to his annoyance. After reluctantly patting each one of them on their heads, he walked to his room and shut the door behind him, hoping no one would disturb him. His bed was made out of old springs and a rusted metal frame, while his mattress and pillow seemed to be just newspaper covered in a sheet. He usually opted for his chair, like he did now. He sat himself down on his swivel chair and kicked his shoes off, both of which seemed to be rather tattered and dirty, and he spun himself around to his desk. Switching the desk lamp on, he threw the diary on it and pulled out a pencil. He flipped to a blank page and took in a deep breath.

I am.

Those two words were the only thing he could bring himself to write. Part of him didnÔÇÖt want to say anything else, and part of him had nothing else to say. He spun back around and faced the wall his bed was parallel to. Not knowing what to do, I sighed at reached his arm behind him and shut the desk lamp off, got up, and plopped himself down on his bed, though he didnÔÇÖt even wince as the springs jabbed themselves in his back. He really didnÔÇÖt care about anything, at the moment. He just stared up at the ceiling and smiled. Pretty soon, he was laughing, though he was making sure to do so under his breath, so no one heard him. I didnÔÇÖt have a care in the world. Because I finally had a name. Though it was only 4pm, I closed his eyes slowly, laughing himself to sleep.

-

The area was dark, but not pitch black. I could still see everything clearly, though it was a dream, so it made sense that he could. Looking around the area he was in, I saw nothing. It was completely void of anything and everything. How boring, I said to himself. Wait, I said again, I said thatÔÇª And IÔÇÖm saying this. Why is that in my thoughts, then? Why canÔÇÖt I talk?

ÔÇ£What if I think?ÔÇØ he thought. Surprisingly, his thoughts became vocal, though he didnÔÇÖt talk; it was telepathy more than anything. ÔÇ£Okay,ÔÇØ he thought again, looking around the area, ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm in a world where thinking is talking and talking is thinking. Makes about as much sense as anyone in the past.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I see you,ÔÇØ the voice spoke in a monotonous voice that echoed throughout the area, and with each echo, the pitch got louder.

ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ I frantically turned around, though he wasnÔÇÖt scared, he was justÔÇª weirded out, ÔÇ£Where are you?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Where are you?ÔÇØ the voice repeated I.

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Well then,ÔÇØ the voice said, ÔÇ£Neither do I.ÔÇØ

I looked around again and noticed the scenery had changed. He was now inside a palace it seemed. Columns were set up as far as he could see, and it seemed displays were set up around them. As I walked down the hallway, he took note of the displays; each was of something that existed in the past, and was inside a glass container on top of a podium in between each column. Replicas of cars, firearms, clothing and even people were on display in the palace, all of which bored I. He didnÔÇÖt take a liking to any of that stuff, and was hoping everything would be working; that way he could get the real experience of the past.

ÔÇ£You wish to be in the past?ÔÇØ the voice asked, in a now higher tone of voice, though the pitch didnÔÇÖt change once it got locked in.

ÔÇ£That depends,ÔÇØ I raised an eyebrow at no one in particular, ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs it to youÔÇª whoever you are?ÔÇØ All of a sudden, the displays around I lost their glass containers. The cars, which had been shrunken to fit inside the palace, were now full sized and parked outside of the building. The firearms were now loaded, and the people were now moving around. One male picked up a denim jacket that was on display and tried it on for size. When he realized it fit perfectly, he looked around to see if anyone noticed, and when he was sure no one did, he casually walked away from the area.

ÔÇ£Are you happy now?ÔÇØ the voice asked; now back to its original monotonous voice.

I looked around the area and took a liking to a gun that was on display. He walked over and carefully picked it up out of the display case, examining it. A classing M-16. Pointing it at a random person nearby, he clicked the safety off and pulled the trigger at the personÔÇÖs head. No blood appeared, however. The person simply vanished.

ÔÇ£Uh-oh,ÔÇØ the voice said, ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs not coming back.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What do you mean?ÔÇØ I placed the gun back in the display, ÔÇ£Of course not. I just shot her.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs not coming back,ÔÇØ the voice repeated, this time in a higher voice, ÔÇ£Not coming back, not coming back, not coming back,ÔÇØ each time the voice repeated itself, the pitch got higher and higher. Eventually, I placed his hands over his ears and pushed down, trying to block out the sound. It was no use. The sound penetrated his ears, and he was now on his knees and bent over enough so that he was now staring at his stomach.

ÔÇ£Shut up,ÔÇØ he shook his head violently, ÔÇ£SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT U-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£I?ÔÇØ the foster mother shook him, ÔÇ£I, wake up. WhatÔÇÖs wrong?ÔÇØ I woke up with a start, sitting himself upright immediately. He took a deep breath and looked around his room for a moment, making sure he wasnÔÇÖt in the palace anymore.

ÔÇ£YeahÔÇªÔÇØ he placed his hand on his forehead to check for a fever, and luckily he didnÔÇÖt have one, ÔÇ£Just aÔÇª weird dream, is all.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Okay then,ÔÇØ the foster mother opened the door and looked back at I, ÔÇ£You knowÔÇª I still believe you will get adopted.ÔÇØ

I scoffed, ÔÇ£Pfft, yeah,ÔÇØ rolling his eyes, he crashed back down on his bed, this time letting out a loud shriek once the springs pierced his back. ÔÇ£Face it; IÔÇÖm never getting out of here.ÔÇØ He raised his back out of the springs and rubbed it gently. Figuring he wasnÔÇÖt tired, and figuring he didnÔÇÖt want to deal with the springs again, he got out of his bed and walked over to the door were the foster mother was standing.

ÔÇ£Have faith in yourself,ÔÇØ she smiled. The same smile the therapist gave I when he was at DollyÔÇÖs House. He hated that smile. He couldnÔÇÖt say anything, though, because she was nice enough to let him stay in her house for 16 years.

ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs for dinner?ÔÇØ he quickly changed the subject, not wanting to talk about adoption anymore, since he was certain heÔÇÖd end up living alone no matter what.

ÔÇ£Just some frozen TV dinners, sorry.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Ugh,ÔÇØ I rolled his eyes and walked out of his room and back down the hallway, ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs 3246. Why canÔÇÖt we have food that the people in the past predicted weÔÇÖd have?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry, but I canÔÇÖt do much,ÔÇØ the foster mother tried to apologize to I, but he was too far away for him to hear her now. In the living room, the other children watched a cartoon on TV; I wasnÔÇÖt really sure what it was, but it was flashy and had a lot of stupid jokes in it that the kids seemed to love for some reason. He walked into the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room, and opened up the fridge, grabbing himself a soda. Popping the top, he took a sip and went back to the living room to watch whatever show the kids were watching.

ÔÇ£ÔÇÖSheÔÇÖs not coming backÔÇÖÔÇªÔÇØ I repeated to himself. He said it soft enough so the kids wouldnÔÇÖt hear him and question what he was saying. He wanted to go back into his dream and ask whoever it was about it, but he figured that even if he could have that dream again, nothing would make that voice talk. Though, normally, I just wants to be able to fall asleep, period. After thinking about his dream for too long, I started to zone out and paid no mind to the TV whatsoever.

ÔÇ£167!ÔÇØ a salesman on a commercial yelled, ÔÇ£ONLY 167 OF THESE LEFT!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hm?ÔÇØ I looked around him and saw that the kids were gone. He wasnÔÇÖt sure where, but he didnÔÇÖt really care, either. Truth be told, he was more interested in whatever the commercial was trying to sell.

I sniffed the air and noticed that dinner was being served, so he stumbled to his feet and walked over to the kitchen, not being able to get ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs not coming backÔÇØ out of his head for whatever reason.

ÔÇ£I hope you like it,ÔÇØ the foster mother smiled, ÔÇ£I know how down youÔÇÖre feeling, so I used the celebration dinner.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YouÔÇªÔÇØ I looked down at his plate and noticed his dinner was much different than the other childrenÔÇÖs. He had actual food that still had steam emanating from it, while they had meals that looked barely thawed. ÔÇ£ÔÇªWant me to eat this?ÔÇØ he swallowed.

ÔÇ£Please,ÔÇØ she insisted, ÔÇ£It will make you feel better, trust me.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yeah, go on!ÔÇØ one of the children shouted, ÔÇ£We donÔÇÖt mind; youÔÇÖre older than us, you need the strength! We could get adopted at anytime, but if you arenÔÇÖt in a healthy condition, the chances of you getting adopted are even lower!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hush child!ÔÇØ the foster mother put her hand over the childÔÇÖs mouth and smiled awkwardly, ÔÇ£You know how he is. I told him not to say anything about that,ÔÇØ she glared at the child, who gave her an apologetic look in exchange.

ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs fine,ÔÇØ I said, ÔÇ£Really. I know I donÔÇÖt have the greatest chance of being adopted, and I do need to be healthy; what family is gonna want me if I have an iron deficiency? Or am malnourished?ÔÇØ He looked at the children again; he still felt guilty about eating a hot meal and them having to eat something that just came out of the freezer. Fortunately, I was able to get over it and grabbed his knife and fork, but thanks to the dream beforehand, he wasnÔÇÖt feeling all the hungry. After taking a bite, he began to feel woozy and lightheaded.

ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs okay,ÔÇØ the mother assured I, ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll feel fine soon enough.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yeah!ÔÇØ the children agreed in unison, ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll feel better real soon!ÔÇØ

I blinked at them, trying to snap himself out of the state his was in. No good, he thought. After a few moments, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell flat on his back. He was still partly conscience, though, as he was able to hear what was going on around him.

ÔÇ£Oh dear,ÔÇØ one of the children giggled, ÔÇ£Looks bad.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£It does,ÔÇØ the other agreed, ÔÇ£Too bad.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Now now,ÔÇØ the mother stepped in, ÔÇ£We canÔÇÖt leave him here. Take h-ÔÇ£ I passed out completely before the mother had finished her sentence.

GRANT (Whenever something starts with a name like this, it means it's a new "chapter")

Day: 1

Year: 3070

Endless snowfall is fascinating. ItÔÇÖs so much moreÔÇª advanced, than my past life. Or would that be my current life? IÔÇÖve lost count. TheÔÇª scientists? Yes, thatÔÇÖs what they called themselves. The scientists hereÔÇª they gave me aÔÇª pencil? Yes, thatÔÇÖs what they told me it was. I am supposed to scribe my events in thisÔÇª diary? Yes, thatÔÇÖs the word. They also didnÔÇÖt use the word ÔÇ£scribeÔÇØ; I think they called it ÔÇ£writeÔÇØ or something. Silly word, really; itÔÇÖs the name of a direction, yet also of something you do? The future is a strange place. The last thing I remember wasÔÇª what was it again? Ah, yes. Word had just gotten out about this so-called ÔÇ£Son of GodÔÇØ. I didnÔÇÖt buy a word of it. I donÔÇÖt know why, I just didnÔÇÖt. But the reason why IÔÇÖm here isÔÇª unclear, at the moment. The scientists told me I was ÔÇ£destined to save the worldÔÇØ which is why they brought me back- erÔÇª forward, I mean. WellÔÇª I donÔÇÖt even know what to call it anymore, I just know that I was hearing about the Sun of God, something struck me in the back of the head, and the next thing I know, I wake up in some sort ofÔÇª tube.

ÔÇ£I believe that is enough for now,ÔÇØ one of the scientists insisted. He had the obvious white lab-coat look, as did his colleague. ÔÇ£It seems heÔÇÖs far more advanced than we originally thought,ÔÇØ he stated to the scientist next to him.

ÔÇ£YesÔÇª he truly is our last hopeÔÇªÔÇØ the scientist agreed. He pushed down on a small, red button in front of him. A microphone popped out from below it on the table that he spoke into. ÔÇ£Okay Grant,ÔÇØ his voice startled Grant for a moment. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs okay, IÔÇÖm right over here.ÔÇØ The scientist tapped the glass to get his attention and waved to assure Grant that nothing was going wrong. ÔÇ£Your test is over. ItÔÇÖs time for your experimentations.ÔÇØ Luckily, Grant didnÔÇÖt know what that word meant, so he was able to walk out of the room he was confined in with no angst at all.

ÔÇ£HelÔÇªlo?ÔÇØ Grant asked. He wasnÔÇÖt sure if this was the correct term to say when greeting someone or not, as people back in his time never needed to say it.

ÔÇ£Yes, hello,ÔÇØ one scientist smiled and nodded, ÔÇ£Please, follow me. We need to get you prepared for what youÔÇÖre about to embark on.ÔÇØ

**EuroTrip** · November 2, 2010

I will be keeping up with this; I really like it so far.

70s · November 2, 2010

This is really good. Looking forward to seeing where it goes.

terminoob · November 2, 2010

In case anyone didn't know, I'm writing this completely on the spot with no prior ideas in my head. Frickin' NaNo rules... not allowing me to think of anything before hand...

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Day: 13

Year: 3246

ÔÇ£Alright class,ÔÇØ the teacher announced. He was of average height, lean-built and a dark complexion. The button-down shirt he wore was tucked in neatly, and his pants were properly pleated. He looked like a stereotypical stuck-up teacher. Holding a book open in one hand, he corrected his glasses with his other and after clearing his throat, the teacher continued. ÔÇ£Put your pencils down. The test is over.ÔÇØ 14 students placed their pencils on their desks and exchanged looks at each other. Some grinned, some nodded and some gulped. They all noticed one student had not placed his pencil down when instructed, because his pencil was already down; as was his head.

ÔÇ£Did he seriously finish that quickly?ÔÇØ one student whispered, ÔÇ£That was probably the hardest test ever.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You know him,ÔÇØ another student whispered back, ÔÇ£He loves the past. This test mustÔÇÖve been cake for him.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Class!ÔÇØ the teacher shouted abruptly, ÔÇ£I have ears; there is no whispering in my classroom after an examination!ÔÇØ he slammed his book shut and placed it on his desk. The teacher walked over to the student that had his head lowered on his desk. After a moment of studying the student, the teacher smirked and pounded his fist on the desk. ÔÇ£NO SLEEPING EITHER.ÔÇØ

I slowly raised his head and looked at the teacher groggily. He yawned and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. Stretching back in his chair, he looked around at his students and was rather taken back by their looks. ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ he questioned.

ÔÇ£You finished the test in likeÔÇª record time,ÔÇØ one of the students pointed out.

ÔÇ£ÔÇªAnd?ÔÇØ I wasnÔÇÖt really sure what was going on, though he didnÔÇÖt really care either.

ÔÇ£Students are given a time limit,ÔÇØ the teacher cut in, ÔÇ£Because they are expected to work until that time limit is up.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh,ÔÇØ I shrugged, ÔÇ£My bad.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes, boy,ÔÇØ the teacher scowled at him and yanked the paper off of his desk, ÔÇ£It is ÔÇÿyour badÔÇÖ.ÔÇØ He reached into his shirt pocket and grabbed a red pen and clicked the top. His eyes scanned the test like he was scanning it into a computer or something. He flipped the page and scanned that side as well. After a grumble, he glared at the student and flipped the test back to the front page and scribbled a number on it and slammed the test back down on the desk and then walked back to his own.

ÔÇ£ÔÇª100?ÔÇØ I asked, tilting his head.

ÔÇ£Yes,ÔÇØ the teacher looked away from I and focused more on straightening the papers on his desk, ÔÇ£Congratulations. Though, I will have to ask you to stay after class.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Big surprise,ÔÇØ I lowered his head back down on his desk, ÔÇ£Night.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£HEY!ÔÇØ one of the students exclaimed, ÔÇ£Why can he sleep?!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Because he got 100 on his test. He obviously doesnÔÇÖt need to learn anything about todayÔÇÖs lesson, and heÔÇÖd just wind up asleep from the boredom anyway. Now no more questions; from ANYONE. Got it?!ÔÇØ the teacher glared at the students, who hung their heads and nodded apologetically.

ÔÇ£Yes Mr. AsadÔÇªÔÇØ they apologized in unison.

ÔÇ£Alright then,ÔÇØ Asad cleared his throat and picked up his book again, opening to a dog-eared page, ÔÇ£Now class, please turn to page 626ÔÇªÔÇØ As I began to drift off, AsadÔÇÖs voice became fainter and fainter, until he couldnÔÇÖt hear it at all and he was completely asleep.

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Instead of waking up in the palace, I woke up on a beach. Despite going to sleep hunched over a desk, he still found himself lying down on a bed of sand. Literally. He looked around to check his surroundings, but realized it wouldnÔÇÖt do him any good, since he was in a dream. He raised his torso and swung himself out of the sand bed, which disintegrated a moment later.

ÔÇ£OddÔÇªÔÇØ he remarked, but realized how redundant it was saying that since he was in a dream, and was glad no one was around to hear it. After looking around the island, I had no idea what to do. He stared out past the ocean and sighed. Why do I always get the weird dreams? He thought. Truthfully, he didnÔÇÖt really care about that, he just wanted to keep something going so the place didnÔÇÖt fall into completely silence. Out in the distance, I could see that the island was nowhere near land, or anything for that matter. The ocean stretched out about 50 meters and completely vanished in the darkness. He walked around the perimeter of the island with his eyes focused on the ocean, and he noticed it was the same thing all around.

ÔÇ£DarknessÔÇªÔÇØ he muttered to himself, ÔÇ£I like itÔÇªÔÇØ Walking around the perimeter of the entire island shouldÔÇÖve taken hours, but it seemed to last only five minutes. When he was done walking, I turned his attention to the inner part of the island. At first glance, it was only trees and one cliff; nothing more. I knew better. He wandered into the grove of trees and kept double taking anything that looked interesting or unusual. Unfortunately, nothing he did a double take for was interesting or unusual in the least. Before he knew it, I had walked out to the other side of the island. Not knowing what had happened, he turned around and looked at the forest. This time, he noticed something unusual: There were multiple forests. All of them were connected. The cliff I had noticed from the other side of the island was now on the side he was on now, and it caught IÔÇÖs eye. As he walked over to it, he kept looking back at the forest to see if anything was different. Nothing was.

Approaching the cliff was a ratherÔÇª odd experience. It seemed to never get closer, but it always was every time I took a step. He picked up his pace and began to run to the cliff, though it still didnÔÇÖt seem to get any closer. Or farther away. It just stayed in the same spot. After running for a few minutes, the cliff suddenly appeared in front of I, causing him to crash his head against the side.

ÔÇ£Damn cliffÔÇªÔÇØ he glared at the cliff and rubbed his head as he walked around. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and looked back at the cliff. ÔÇ£ÔÇªWait; how did I bump into a cliff if itÔÇÖs a cliff?ÔÇØ After asking that, he realized it was a stupid question, since he was in a dream, so he just disregarded it. When he got around the cliff, stairs began to appear going upward on it, allowing I to climb it with ease. Not wanting to waste any time, he ran as fast as he could, and the stairs were able to catch up. Though he tripped on his feet a few times, he was able to get to the top and stare at the connecting forests.

ÔÇ£mIriadÔÇªÔÇØ he read. He wasnÔÇÖt sure what that meant, though he figured it didnÔÇÖt mean much, since he was in a dream. ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs that supposed to mea-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Wake up!ÔÇØ Asad slammed a ruler on IÔÇÖs desk and glared at him as he raised his head.

ÔÇ£Wha-?ÔÇØ I looked around him and noticed the students had left. ÔÇ£Oh, right,ÔØ he yawned, ÔÇ£Wanted to see me after class.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Correct,ÔÇØ Asad corrected his glasses again and pointed at the clock, ÔÇ£And do you see the time?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ÔÇª3pm?ÔÇØ I asked, though it was rhetorical since he could read the clock fine.

ÔÇ£Yes,ÔÇØ Asad walked back to his desk and sat down on his swivel chair, ÔÇ£You were supposed to be awake 30 minutes ago.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£AndÔÇªÔÇØ I raised an eyebrow. He didnÔÇÖt know why Asad should care or not, since he hadnÔÇÖt bothered to wake him up before, ÔÇ£You didnÔÇÖt wake me upÔÇª why?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I tried.ÔÇØ Question answered, I thought. ÔÇ£But you were in a deep sleep. IÔÇÖm not sure why you didnÔÇÖt wake up until now.ÔÇØ

I blinked at Asad like he was crazy or something. He tried to recount his dream; wanting to know what made him not wake up until now. As Asad got up from his desk, I snapped his fingers. ÔÇ£Asad?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What is it?ÔÇØ Asad questioned back. I wasnÔÇÖt sure if that forest meant anything, but if it did, then he wanted to know what it meant, and more importantly, why it meant that.

ÔÇ£What doesÔÇªÔÇØ he got up from his desk and walked over to the board. He grabbed a dry erase marker and wrote the word the forest in his dream had spelt out and pointed to it, ÔÇ£That word mean?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Miriad?ÔÇØ Asad tilted his head. He wasnÔÇÖt sure why he was being asked this, but he was pretty sure he had an answer. ÔÇ£WellÔÇªÔÇØ he walked back over to his desk. After rummaging through it for a minute, he pulled out a heavy book that was bigger than any book that I had ever seen. The cover was red and had gold imprinted font on it saying ÔÇ£DICTIONARYÔÇØ; I was rather shocked that people still used those books anymore, though he didnÔÇÖt want to say anything.

ÔÇ£Miriad isnÔÇÖt a word, unfortunately. ButÔÇªÔÇØ Asad showed the book to I and pointed to a word, ÔÇ£Myriad, is. It pretty much means-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Constituting of a very large, indefinite number?ÔÇØ I wasnÔÇÖt sure what that had to do with anything, but he didnÔÇÖt feel like questioning a dream, since that was pretty impossible in his mind. Asad, however, had a shy smile on his face as I read off the definition, like he was waiting for him to ask what that word meant or something. I took note of this, and decided that this was a question to ask. ÔÇ£Any reason why youÔÇÖre smiling?ÔÇØ

Asad looked at I for a moment and blinked. He saw that? He thought to himself. He shook his head like he was trying to get rid of a bad thought and looked at I. ÔÇ£There was a reason why I had you stay after today.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇª figuredÔÇªÔÇØ I gave Asad a quizzical look. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm pretty sure thereÔÇÖs always a reason behind someone having to stay after class,ÔÇØ he really wasnÔÇÖt sure what Asad was thinking about, or why he had even said something obvious like that.

ÔÇ£RightÔÇªÔÇØ Asad gave a chuckle. Am I seriously that stupid? He thought, I couldÔÇÖve said something better than that. Maybe IÔÇÖm just nervous. Yeah. Nervous. ÔÇ£WellÔÇª it has something to do with your parentsÔÇªÔÇØ

I was taken aback by his comment. ÔÇ£Did you know them or something?ÔÇØ He wasnÔÇÖt ready for anything about his parents to come into life, and he certainly didnÔÇÖt want the strictest teacher in his school to be the one who provided the information he didnÔÇÖt want. It seemed too crazy and out there. Maybe IÔÇÖm still dreaming, he wondered. NoÔÇª thatÔÇÖd be crazier.

ÔÇ£I knew your mother, yes. And thereÔÇÖs this thing IÔÇÖve been meaning to tell youÔÇªÔÇØ Asad wasnÔÇÖt sure how to put what he was going to say into words that I would not be mad at. After his thoughts whizzing around his mind for a moment, he came to the conclusion that I being mad at him was unavoidable. ÔÇ£First, before I tell you, I have to ask you to not interrupt me. Is that okay?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YeahÔÇªÔÇØ I quirked an eyebrow, ÔÇ£I guess.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£OkayÔÇª wellÔÇªÔÇØ Asad gulped. Moment of truth, he figured. ÔÇ£Your mother was only 17 when she passed away. I had her as a student, and she was the one student I cared about. All of the others in her class were lazy slackers, or they just werenÔÇÖt interesting. Your motherÔÇª Lucy, was her name, she wasÔÇª different, it seemed. She had seen me after class one day, and told me that she wasnÔÇÖt going to make it to class for the rest of the year. I asked her if she was transferring schools, but she just giggled and told me that she was going to pass away tomorrow. I couldnÔÇÖt believe that she actually knew her own death was coming, so, like any normal person, I asked her about it, and pleaded for her not to. She told me that it was already made up in her mind that she would, and it was because of some scientific beta testing that might not even work. A week beforehand, the government had issued a statement to 100 random females to partake in an experiment that was not optional, and you would be deported from the country if you skipped it. Lucy was one of the 100. It was an experiment to test if one could give birth in the same day as conceiving a child, and they would use DNA from heroes of the past to do so, in order to create the heroes of ÔÇÿtomorrowÔÇÖ as they called it. Lucy wasnÔÇÖt able to choose whose DNA would be given to her, and she didnÔÇÖt care. She just loved that she was going to die by creating a new life. She told meÔÇªÔÇØ Asad teared up. He hadnÔÇÖt told this story to anyone before, and for good reason. He took in a deep breath, but didnÔÇÖt bother to wipe his eyes of the tears. ÔÇ£She told me that if it went correctly, that I would have to look after her child. She didnÔÇÖt have any family, and she didnÔÇÖt want to give you up for adoption, because she feared that your foster parents would be cruel to you. She knew I was the only person she could trust. I went with her to the lab that day. It worked perfectly. As you were being born, she told me to mark you with something only I would be able to notice and understand. She told me to do anything it took to get you to never be adopted. When you were finally bornÔÇª she muttered ÔÇÿHelloÔÇÖ under her breath as her last word-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£I have a questionÔÇªÔÇØ I scowled at Asad. He was certainly not happy at all. ÔÇ£If you were instructed to take care of me...ÔÇØ he ground his teeth and glared at his teacher, ÔÇ£WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?ÔÇØ In his fit of rage, I flipped over the closest desk.

ÔÇ£Look, it wasnÔÇÖt my fault!ÔÇØ Asad exclaimed, ÔÇ£They took you away before I could do anything! They said her last words didnÔÇÖt matter at all and that youÔÇÖre just an experiment! They didnÔÇÖt want ANYONE to know what you were! Lucy wasnÔÇÖt supposed to tell anyone!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£So how the hell did you manage to get in there with her?!ÔÇØ I bared his teeth and balled his fists. He couldnÔÇÖt take any more lying or betrayal. After what happened in his child years, and just a few days ago with his ÔÇÿfoster motherÔÇÖ and the kidsÔÇª he just couldnÔÇÖt take it.

For a moment, Asad was speechless. He hadnÔÇÖt even thought about that. He didnÔÇÖt know why he was allowed in but not allowed to keep LucyÔÇÖs child. ÔÇ£IÔÇªÔÇØ his tears became more abundant and rolled down his cheeks. He wiped them off and took a few breaths. ÔÇ£I was going to be killed if I let that information get out. I donÔÇÖt know how I was able to get in, but they told me if I kept you, or told anyone about you, I would be killed. No questions asked.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Forget it,ÔÇØ I knocked over the lectern in front of him, causing a book to fall down. He turned around to face the exit and kicked the book to the side, but AsadÔÇÖs foot stopped it from going far. ÔÇ£You can expect me not to come to class. I donÔÇÖt know how long IÔÇÖll be gone, but I canÔÇÖt take it.ÔÇØ As he approached the exit, he turned around and faced Asad one more time. ÔÇ£I was alone. For 16 years. I had to watch as all of my friends got taken away from me. I was left with nothing. IÔÇÖve never had visions of either of my parents. They never loved me. And now, on top of this, I find out that you, of all people, were supposed to be my guardian? And that you DIDNÔÇÖT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!ÔÇØ He grabbed the doorknob and turned it violently, swinging the door open, ÔÇ£Yeah. Forget this.ÔÇØ I stomped out of the class room and slammed the door shut behind him.

**EuroTrip** · November 4, 2010

In case anyone didn't know, I'm writing this completely on the spot with no prior ideas in my head. Frickin' NaNo rules... not allowing me to think of anything before hand...

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Day: 13
Year: 3246

ÔÇ£Alright class,ÔÇØ the teacher announced. He was of average height, lean-built and a dark complexion. The button-down shirt he wore was tucked in neatly, and his pants were properly pleated. He looked like a stereotypical stuck-up teacher. Holding a book open in one hand, he corrected his glasses with his other and after clearing his throat, the teacher continued. ÔÇ£Put your pencils down. The test is over.ÔÇØ 14 students placed their pencils on their desks and exchanged looks at each other. Some grinned, some nodded and some gulped. They all noticed one student had not placed his pencil down when instructed, because his pencil was already down]-[/align]
Instead of waking up in the palace, I woke up on a beach. Despite going to sleep hunched over a desk, he still found himself lying down on a bed of sand. Literally. He looked around to check his surroundings, but realized it wouldnÔÇÖt do him any good, since he was in a dream. He raised his torso and swung himself out of the sand bed, which disintegrated a moment later.

ÔÇ£OddÔÇªÔÇØ he remarked, but realized how redundant it was saying that since he was in a dream, and was glad no one was around to hear it. After looking around the island, I had no idea what to do. He stared out past the ocean and sighed. Why do I always get the weird dreams? He thought. Truthfully, he didnÔÇÖt really care about that, he just wanted to keep something going so the place didnÔÇÖt fall into completely silence. Out in the distance, I could see that the island was nowhere near land, or anything for that matter. The ocean stretched out about 50 meters and completely vanished in the darkness. He walked around the perimeter of the island with his eyes focused on the ocean, and he noticed it was the same thing all around.

ÔÇ£DarknessÔÇªÔÇØ he muttered to himself, ÔÇ£I like itÔÇªÔÇØ Walking around the perimeter of the entire island shouldÔÇÖve taken hours, but it seemed to last only five minutes. When he was done walking, I turned his attention to the inner part of the island. At first glance, it was only trees and one cliff; nothing more. I knew better. He wandered into the grove of trees and kept double taking anything that looked interesting or unusual. Unfortunately, nothing he did a double take for was interesting or unusual in the least. Before he knew it, I had walked out to the other side of the island. Not knowing what had happened, he turned around and looked at the forest. This time, he noticed something unusual: There were multiple forests. All of them were connected. The cliff I had noticed from the other side of the island was now on the side he was on now, and it caught IÔÇÖs eye. As he walked over to it, he kept looking back at the forest to see if anything was different. Nothing was.

Approaching the cliff was a ratherÔÇª odd experience. It seemed to never get closer, but it always was every time I took a step. He picked up his pace and began to run to the cliff, though it still didnÔÇÖt seem to get any closer. Or farther away. It just stayed in the same spot. After running for a few minutes, the cliff suddenly appeared in front of I, causing him to crash his head against the side.

ÔÇ£Damn cliffÔÇªÔÇØ he glared at the cliff and rubbed his head as he walked around. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and looked back at the cliff. ÔÇ£ÔÇªWait; how did I bump into a cliff if itÔÇÖs a cliff?ÔÇØ After asking that, he realized it was a stupid question, since he was in a dream, so he just disregarded it. When he got around the cliff, stairs began to appear going upward on it, allowing I to climb it with ease. Not wanting to waste any time, he ran as fast as he could, and the stairs were able to catch up. Though he tripped on his feet a few times, he was able to get to the top and stare at the connecting forests.

ÔÇ£mIriadÔÇªÔÇØ he read. He wasnÔÇÖt sure what that meant, though he figured it didnÔÇÖt mean much, since he was in a dream. ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs that supposed to mea-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Wake up!ÔÇØ Asad slammed a ruler on IÔÇÖs desk and glared at him as he raised his head.

ÔÇ£Wha-?ÔÇØ I looked around him and noticed the students had left. ÔÇ£Oh, right,ÔÇØ he yawned, ÔÇ£Wanted to see me after class.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Correct,ÔÇØ Asad corrected his glasses again and pointed at the clock, ÔÇ£And do you see the time?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ÔÇª3pm?ÔÇØ I asked, though it was rhetorical since he could read the clock fine.

ÔÇ£Yes,ÔÇØ Asad walked back to his desk and sat down on his swivel chair, ÔÇ£You were supposed to be awake 30 minutes ago.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£AndÔÇªÔÇØ I raised an eyebrow. He didnÔÇÖt know why Asad should care or not, since he hadnÔÇÖt bothered to wake him up before, ÔÇ£You didnÔÇÖt wake me upÔÇª why?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I tried.ÔÇØ Question answered, I thought. ÔÇ£But you were in a deep sleep. IÔÇÖm not sure why you didnÔÇÖt wake up until now.ÔÇØ

I blinked at Asad like he was crazy or something. He tried to recount his dream; wanting to know what made him not wake up until now. As Asad got up from his desk, I snapped his fingers. ÔÇ£Asad?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What is it?ÔÇØ Asad questioned back. I wasnÔÇÖt sure if that forest meant anything, but if it did, then he wanted to know what it meant, and more importantly, why it meant that.

ÔÇ£What doesÔÇªÔÇØ he got up from his desk and walked over to the board. He grabbed a dry erase marker and wrote the word the forest in his dream had spelt out and pointed to it, ÔÇ£That word mean?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Miriad?ÔÇØ Asad tilted his head. He wasnÔÇÖt sure why he was being asked this, but he was pretty sure he had an answer. ÔÇ£WellÔÇªÔÇØ he walked back over to his desk. After rummaging through it for a minute, he pulled out a heavy book that was bigger than any book that I had ever seen. The cover was red and had gold imprinted font on it saying ÔÇ£DICTIONARYÔÇØ; I was rather shocked that people still used those books anymore, though he didnÔÇÖt want to say anything.

ÔÇ£Miriad isnÔÇÖt a word, unfortunately. ButÔÇªÔÇØ Asad showed the book to I and pointed to a word, ÔÇ£Myriad, is. It pretty much means-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£Constituting of a very large, indefinite number?ÔÇØ I wasnÔÇÖt sure what that had to do with anything, but he didnÔÇÖt feel like questioning a dream, since that was pretty impossible in his mind. Asad, however, had a shy smile on his face as I read off the definition, like he was waiting for him to ask what that word meant or something. I took note of this, and decided that this was a question to ask. ÔÇ£Any reason why youÔÇÖre smiling?ÔÇØ

Asad looked at I for a moment and blinked. He saw that? He thought to himself. He shook his head like he was trying to get rid of a bad thought and looked at I. ÔÇ£There was a reason why I had you stay after today.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇª figuredÔÇªÔÇØ I gave Asad a quizzical look. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm pretty sure thereÔÇÖs always a reason behind someone having to stay after class,ÔÇØ he really wasnÔÇÖt sure what Asad was thinking about, or why he had even said something obvious like that.

ÔÇ£RightÔÇªÔÇØ Asad gave a chuckle. Am I seriously that stupid? He thought, I couldÔÇÖve said something better than that. Maybe IÔÇÖm just nervous. Yeah. Nervous. ÔÇ£WellÔÇª it has something to do with your parentsÔÇªÔÇØ

I was taken aback by his comment. ÔÇ£Did you know them or something?ÔÇØ He wasnÔÇÖt ready for anything about his parents to come into life, and he certainly didnÔÇÖt want the strictest teacher in his school to be the one who provided the information he didnÔÇÖt want. It seemed too crazy and out there. Maybe IÔÇÖm still dreaming, he wondered. NoÔÇª thatÔÇÖd be crazier.

ÔÇ£I knew your mother, yes. And thereÔÇÖs this thing IÔÇÖve been meaning to tell youÔÇªÔÇØ Asad wasnÔÇÖt sure how to put what he was going to say into words that I would not be mad at. After his thoughts whizzing around his mind for a moment, he came to the conclusion that I being mad at him was unavoidable. ÔÇ£First, before I tell you, I have to ask you to not interrupt me. Is that okay?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£YeahÔÇªÔÇØ I quirked an eyebrow, ÔÇ£I guess.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£OkayÔÇª wellÔÇªÔÇØ Asad gulped. Moment of truth, he figured. ÔÇ£Your mother was only 17 when she passed away. I had her as a student, and she was the one student I cared about. All of the others in her class were lazy slackers, or they just werenÔÇÖt interesting. Your motherÔÇª Lucy, was her name, she wasÔÇª different, it seemed. She had seen me after class one day, and told me that she wasnÔÇÖt going to make it to class for the rest of the year. I asked her if she was transferring schools, but she just giggled and told me that she was going to pass away tomorrow. I couldnÔÇÖt believe that she actually knew her own death was coming, so, like any normal person, I asked her about it, and pleaded for her not to. She told me that it was already made up in her mind that she would, and it was because of some scientific beta testing that might not even work. A week beforehand, the government had issued a statement to 100 random females to partake in an experiment that was not optional, and you would be deported from the country if you skipped it. Lucy was one of the 100. It was an experiment to test if one could give birth in the same day as conceiving a child, and they would use DNA from heroes of the past to do so, in order to create the heroes of ÔÇÿtomorrowÔÇÖ as they called it. Lucy wasnÔÇÖt able to choose whose DNA would be given to her, and she didnÔÇÖt care. She just loved that she was going to die by creating a new life. She told meÔÇªÔÇØ Asad teared up. He hadnÔÇÖt told this story to anyone before, and for good reason. He took in a deep breath, but didnÔÇÖt bother to wipe his eyes of the tears. ÔÇ£She told me that if it went correctly, that I would have to look after her child. She didnÔÇÖt have any family, and she didnÔÇÖt want to give you up for adoption, because she feared that your foster parents would be cruel to you. She knew I was the only person she could trust. I went with her to the lab that day. It worked perfectly. As you were being born, she told me to mark you with something only I would be able to notice and understand. She told me to do anything it took to get you to never be adopted. When you were finally bornÔÇª she muttered ÔÿHelloÔÇÖ under her breath as her last word-ÔÇ£

ÔÇ£I have a questionÔÇªÔÇØ I scowled at Asad. He was certainly not happy at all. ÔÇ£If you were instructed to take care of me...ÔÇØ he ground his teeth and glared at his teacher, ÔÇ£WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU!?ÔÇØ In his fit of rage, I flipped over the closest desk.

ÔÇ£Look, it wasnÔÇÖt my fault!ÔÇØ Asad exclaimed, ÔÇ£They took you away before I could do anything! They said her last words didnÔÇÖt matter at all and that youÔÇÖre just an experiment! They didnÔÇÖt want ANYONE to know what you were! Lucy wasnÔÇÖt supposed to tell anyone!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£So how the hell did you manage to get in there with her?!ÔÇØ I bared his teeth and balled his fists. He couldnÔÇÖt take any more lying or betrayal. After what happened in his child years, and just a few days ago with his ÔÇÿfoster motherÔÇÖ and the kidsÔÇª he just couldnÔÇÖt take it.

For a moment, Asad was speechless. He hadnÔÇÖt even thought about that. He didnÔÇÖt know why he was allowed in but not allowed to keep LucyÔÇÖs child. ÔÇ£IÔÇªÔÇØ his tears became more abundant and rolled down his cheeks. He wiped them off and took a few breaths. ÔÇ£I was going to be killed if I let that information get out. I donÔÇÖt know how I was able to get in, but they told me if I kept you, or told anyone about you, I would be killed. No questions asked.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Forget it,ÔÇØ I knocked over the lectern in front of him, causing a book to fall down. He turned around to face the exit and kicked the book to the side, but AsadÔÇÖs foot stopped it from going far. ÔÇ£You can expect me not to come to class. I donÔÇÖt know how long IÔÇÖll be gone, but I canÔÇÖt take it.ÔÇØ As he approached the exit, he turned around and faced Asad one more time. ÔÇ£I was alone. For 16 years. I had to watch as all of my friends got taken away from me. I was left with nothing. IÔÇÖve never had visions of either of my parents. They never loved me. And now, on top of this, I find out that you, of all people, were supposed to be my guardian? And that you DIDNÔÇÖT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT?!ÔÇØ He grabbed the doorknob and turned it violently, swinging the door open, ÔÇ£Yeah. Forget this.ÔÇØ I stomped out of the class room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Uh, I don't know if this'll sound stupid or not, but whats NaNo?

terminoob · November 4, 2010

Uh, I don't know if this'll sound stupid or not, but whats NaNo?

Didn't I make a post a while back in another topic about it that no one seemed to care about?

You just write a 50,000 word novel in one month (this month). You don't get anything for completing it, it just passes the time.

**EuroTrip** · November 4, 2010

Didn't I make a post a while back in another topic about it that no one seemed to care about?

You just write a 50,000 word novel in one month (this month). You don't get anything for completing it, it just passes the time.

...Sorry, I don't remember any topic like that xD. But ah. Sounds... kinda cool! Also kind of A pain.

terminoob · November 4, 2010

...Sorry, I don't remember any topic like that xD. But ah. Sounds... kinda cool! Also kind of A pain.

http://sbcommunity.forumotion.com/advertising-f24/nanowrimo-yay-t258.htm

<_<

terminoob · November 6, 2010

GRANT

Day: 3

Year: 3070

The room was nothing special. It was 30x30 and painted completely white. The only aside from Grant himself, and what he was strapped into and onto, the only things inside the room was a small black box, and a projector. Grant was strapped to a chair, eyes peeled open and wrists tied down. The scientists placed a steel helmet on his head and connected it to a small, black box. The helmet had wires jutting from it and coiling around the top, as well as bunny ears. No matter how retro, they were able to pick up the signal sent to them from the small box, which was sending a different signal than the one it was sending by being connected to the helmet. The scientists sat on the other side of a one-way mirror and observed Grant intensely, vigorously writing down everything that was happening to him. Images on the projector flashed rapidly before GrantÔÇÖs open eyes, and constantly repeated themselves. There were about a thousand or so pictures, but they flew by so fast, it seemed like there were only a handful of maybe 50 or 60. This had been going on for days. Grant thought it was some sort of torture, since he wasnÔÇÖt sure what had changed since his time, but the scientists were doing it forÔÇª mind control, purposes. Or perhaps that wasnÔÇÖt the word. Persuasion was more like it.

Grant was entering day three of this ÔÇ£persuasionÔÇØ and he had been sick of it since day one. The scientists had told him ÔÇ£Oh, donÔÇÖt worry; weÔÇÖre just doing some tests to see if youÔÇÖre what weÔÇÖre looking for.ÔÇØ He had no idea what that meant, but then again, he didnÔÇÖt understand anything that was going on. All he knew was that he didnÔÇÖt like this at all. It was against his moral code to do anything remotely close to this, so of course, he didnÔÇÖt agree with it. But what could he do? He was just a guy from the years of the Son of God. He didnÔÇÖt have any power. He didnÔÇÖt have any control. He wasnÔÇÖt special. Well, at least thatÔÇÖs what he thought. Obviously, the scientists had a different view on him, and thought him to be someone that would be a key to some sort of success or something. He didnÔÇÖt see that. As far as he was concerned, he was an average guy from the past. ThatÔÇÖs it.

The images being flashed in front of GrantÔÇÖs face were now being decreased in speed. He was able to see them clearly now. Before, they had meshed together to form one giant blur. Now, he could make them out. Some sort ofÔÇª weird creatures were in them. They were nothing like he had ever seen before. Their skin was a sickly shade of green, and their eyes were completely darkened. There was no hair on their head, and no nose on their face. Their mouths were primarily the same, though theirs held craggily teeth that more than likely wouldÔÇÖve cut their lips had they ever bitten down on them. Grant had no idea why he was being shown these pictures, but for some reason, he felt like these were bad guys. And he had to stop them.

Pretty soon, the images completely stopped, and the small black box stopped emitting radio waves and transmissions. Grant wasnÔÇÖt really paying attention to what it was telling him, something about ÔÇ£you are our only hopeÔÇØ and ÔÇ£you are our greatest weapon; you were born with a purpose to destroy and you will die with a purpose to liveÔÇØ. He didnÔÇÖt understand any of it.

One of the scientists placed a red button and spoke into the microphone that had appeared in front of him. ÔÇ£Okay, Grant. You did just fine. Now, weÔÇÖre going to release you, and we want you to tell us the first thing that comes to your mind.ÔÇØ On that cue, the other scientist went inside the small room and untied GrantÔÇÖs wrists and detached his helmet and removed the tape from his eyes so they were finally able to shut. After all was said and done, Grant didnÔÇÖt say anything; he just hunched over and hung his head like he was going to be sick.

ÔÇ£ÔÇªWell?ÔÇØ the scientist in the room asked. He disregarded what Grant was doing, and just thought it to be slight shock. It seemed he was right.

Grant didnÔÇÖt raise his back, or his shoulders, or his hands, or anything. All he did was raise his head. His bangs hung down over his eyes, but the scientist in the room knew there was a fire burning in them. He didnÔÇÖt say anything for a moment, but when he finally did, it almost caught the two scientists off guard. Grant snarled, ÔÇ£I will destroy them. You can be sure of that.ÔÇØ

LUCY

Day: 1

Year: 3230

The room was not unlike any other college room. It was a half circle, with dozens of seats lined up across it. There was a stage up front with a board placed in the back, while a podium was placed in front of that. Asad was walking around the stage, book in hand, correcting his glasses with the other; seems as though Asad is the exception that proves the rule of ÔÇ£old habits die hardÔÇØ. Lucy sat in back, like she always did. She was never one to participate much, though she was a fantastic student, she just never loved talking much. It was probably because no one wanted her to talk. Everyone figured ÔÇ£Oh, she still believes in religion. She has nothing good to say.ÔÇØ She didnÔÇÖt care. She knew they were just ignorant. Even her parents were like that. ÔÇ£How could we raise such a child?!ÔÇØ they cried. Again, she didnÔÇÖt care. She wasnÔÇÖt going to change to be accepted. She would either be accepted as she was, or not at all. Only one person had ever accepted her: Asad. Even though he was at least a decade older than her, she seemed to be infatuated with him. She didnÔÇÖt know what it was. Whether it be the fact that he was always there when she needed someone to talk to, or the fact that he was her only friend. It seemed pathetic, really. Only one friend? And heÔÇÖs your teacher? She always got a laugh at that. Others laughed harder, though. At her, not with her.

All around her, Lucy could hear the scratching of pencils, the rustles of paper, and the whispers of students. The fact that it was never silence always bothered her. If youÔÇÖre supposed to keep quiet, then keep quiet. ThatÔÇÖs what she always thought. No one ever bothered to listen to the rules, though. Who knows why? She didnÔÇÖt, thatÔÇÖs for sure. Maybe someone else did. The scratching pencils wouldnÔÇÖt have bothered her much, but they were allowed to have laptops. They were even allowed to tape record the lecture, or they were even allowed to attach a study helmet that would simply pulse information to your brain! No one ever chose anything except a pencil. ItÔÇÖs like they were trying to make her mad or something.

ÔÇ£Okay, now can anyone tell me who the president was from the year 2000 to the year 2008?ÔÇØ Asad looked at the crowd of students in front of him, waiting for someone to raise their hand. Lucy looked around her, and it seemed that everybody was off daydreaming or something. No one knew the answer to the question. ItÔÇÖs so easy, she thought to herself. How could no one possibly know it?

ÔÇ£Anybody?ÔÇØ Asad asked again. He couldnÔÇÖt believe no one knew the answer either, seeing as how he had just gone over it yesterday. Lucy sighed and reluctantly raised her hand. As her hand went up, heads began to turn and voices began to whisper.

ÔÇ£Is she really going to talk?ÔÇØ someone whispered.

ÔÇ£I thought she was a mute or somethingÔÇªÔÇØ another person whispered.

ÔÇ£Ah, Lucy, thank you for volunteering. I can always count on you.ÔÇØ Asad smiled at her, which caused her to blush slightly. She had hoped no one noticed, though.

She cleared her throat and announced proudly, ÔÇ£George W. Bush.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Very good.ÔÇØ Asad nodded and gave a slight golferÔÇÖs clap to congratulate her on the correct answer that only she knew. ÔÇ£Just for that, you get to skip tonightÔÇÖs homework assignment. Of course, youÔÇÖll get full credit on it.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£TeacherÔÇÖs pet!ÔÇØ someone yelled out, which caused much laughter throughout the room. Lucy just shrugged the comment off. Sure, she wouldÔÇÖve probably broke down a few years ago, but sheÔÇÖs stronger than she was back then. She knows better.

ÔÇ£No snide comments!ÔÇØ Asad slammed his book down on the podium. Silence shrouded the entire room now, and all eyes were on Asad, like it should be. ÔÇ£Now, speaking of homeworkÔÇª tonight, you will write a three page report on the 9/11 attack and its impact on American society from that point onward. Though it is homework, it will be counted as a quiz grade! Keep that in mind!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£And Lucy doesnÔÇÖt have to do it?!ÔÇØ someone cried out, ÔÇ£How is that fair?!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs fair,ÔÇØ Asad corrected his glasses, ÔÇ£Because she is obviously smart enough that she does not need to do this homework assignment to further her knowledge of the 21st century. That, and the fact that she will pass this class with flying colors, regardless of if she were to do this or not.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£She is so sleeping with himÔÇªÔÇØ one girl whispered to another.

ÔÇ£Yeah, I know,ÔÇØ the other girl mimed gagging, ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs nauseating.

ÔÇ£Hey girls,ÔÇØ Lucy whispered with the fakest smile in the world, ÔÇ£If youÔÇÖre going to create rumors about me, then please do it when youÔÇÖre not literally three inches in front of me. Thanks.ÔÇØ

GRANT

Day: 6

Year: 3070

Ever since the ÔÇ£testingÔÇØ, Grant had changed. In personality, and in looks. Instead of being calm, he was now energetic and determined. His hair had been cut and styled as well, in order for him to fit better in society. Instead of hanging in front of his face, it was now cut short and was tinted gray, to give him a ÔÇ£distinguishedÔÇØ look. It was his idea, not the scientistsÔÇÖ. Thanks to the physical training he was now going through, he now looked more fit, as he sported a well toned 6 pack. Though it had only been three days since the whole ÔÇ£testingÔÇØ thing, the physical training nowadays have been able to pull you together, physique wise, in almost no time at all. And fortunately for Grant, that was just what he needed, as he had almost no time at all until he had to fulfill his mission.

ÔÇ£Okay Grant,ÔÇØ one of the scientists pulled him away from his training and showed him a map that was projected on the wall. It seemed to be a map of a desert of some sort, but Grant wasnÔÇÖt sure which one.

ÔÇ£This is Area 51,ÔÇØ the other scientist added. ÔÇ£It is where we keep our ÔÇÿtop secretÔÇÖ projects. ItÔÇÖs also a well-known alien ground. We came into contact with aliens a while back, and ever since we developed ÔÇÿProject: TÔÇÖ, theyÔÇÖve wanted it for themselves. We expect the aliens to arrive in 20 days. Your mission will be to protect this invention at all costs. Do not let the aliens get their hands on it. If they do, the human race will become extinct before it even began.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Got it!ÔÇØ Grant blinked. He realized something. He had no idea what the hell was going on. ÔÇ£ÔÇªWait- what?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£We canÔÇÖt tell you anymore than that,ÔÇØ one scientist apologized. Grant looked at the two scientists, and then at the map, and then nodded. He understood what they meant by ÔÇ£at all costsÔÇØ. He didnÔÇÖt like it, but he knew what they meant.

ÔÇ£WeÔÇÖve developed a specialÔÇª item. It is to only be used as a last resort,ÔÇØ both scientists said the last part in unison, and quite sternly. ÔÇ£Do you understand?ÔÇØ they asked in unison.

ÔÇ£Yes, I believe so.ÔÇØ Grant really didnÔÇÖt like this. In all of six days, he went from being someone from the year 25, to the most important figure in human history. His actions would decide the fate of the human race. He made up his mind about the ÔÇ£special itemÔÇØ immediately: Use it. No matter what. He knew that it was only to be used as a last resort because it would destroy him as well. He didnÔÇÖt care. He wanted to die for his race. It was his destiny to be born with a purpose to destroy, and die with a purpose to live.

terminoob · November 11, 2010

Well, I've decided to put this on hold. I'm still doing NaNo, but I decided to can this idea and work on something new. I'll do this on the side, but I just can't seem to get the plot moving, and the only interesting thing in the main story are the dreams.

Meh. Here's the latest schtuff.

I

Day: 15

Year: 3246

I donÔÇÖt even know where to begin. I suppose I should tell you that I kinda skipped school forÔÇª however long itÔÇÖs been since ÔÇ£the incidentÔÇØ. Oh yeah, I didnÔÇÖt tell you; ÔÇ£the incidentÔÇØ was that apparently Asad knew my mom and was supposed to take care of me, but didnÔÇÖt. I think IÔÇÖm gonna drop that class. I donÔÇÖt really care if IÔÇÖm great at history or not, I donÔÇÖt want to deal with seeing his face every day. The only helpful thing he did was tell me what ÔÇ£myriadÔÇØ means, though that didnÔÇÖt lead to any information on that dream. Speaking of dreams, I havenÔÇÖt had many since then. IÔÇÖm not sure why. IÔÇÖm not complaining, though. The less confusion in my life, the better. Oh yeah, confusionÔÇª a while back, I ate this dinner here and pretty much passed out. What happened after? WellÔÇª thatÔÇÖs a ratherÔÇª interesting, story. And itÔÇÖs pretty much the reason why I feel the way I do.

ÔÇ£May I read what youÔÇÖre writing?ÔÇØ the therapist asked I. He was back at DollyÔÇÖs House, and he was as annoyed as ever. He looked up from his diary for a moment and glared at the therapist, then looked back down and continued writing.

ÔÇ£Please hold on,ÔÇØ I told her. He didnÔÇÖt want to let her see what he was writing, but he figured he didnÔÇÖt have a choice in the matter.

As I was sayingÔÇª Oh, never mind. Writing in something that will never talk back to me is useless.

He put his pencil aside and tossed the diary to the therapist. I placed his left leg over his right one and turned his head to look at the snow out the window. ItÔÇÖs fascinating, he thought to himself. He hadnÔÇÖt learned what made it snow yet, but he really wanted to. As far as he could understand, no biome was ever shielded by a constant blanket of snow. Something unnatural was happening.

ÔÇ£You knowÔÇªÔÇØ the therapist spoke up, catching IÔÇÖs attention, ÔÇ£I know why it snows.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£The liquid nitrogen bomb.ÔÇØ The therapist closed the diary and smiled while moving her long, chestnut hair out of her face. I turned his head and noticed that she was different from his previous one. He didnÔÇÖt take notice, as he didnÔÇÖt care much, but it was interesting, to say the least. Being observant was never IÔÇÖs strong point.

ÔÇ£Oh.ÔÇØ I shrugged off the answer as if it was nothing. He didnÔÇÖt really want to accept something as simple as that for an answer, but he didnÔÇÖt really want to look for a new one. ÔÇ£I wasnÔÇÖt aware I was talking to a different therapist, either.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ she tilted her head, allowing her hair to get in front of her eyes. She brushed it out of her face, but held it in her hand and chuckled under her breath. ÔÇ£Oh, IÔÇÖm the same one from before; I just dyed my hair.ÔÇØ

Idiot, he thought. I need to stop being gullible. ItÔÇÖs annoying.

ÔÇ£Oh, sorry.ÔÇØ He could feel his face turning red. He wasnÔÇÖt sure why he was talking so much. No- he wasnÔÇÖt sure why he was deliberately making conversation. I caught himself before he asked another question, so he stopped himself before asking it. Silence ensued as he turned his head to the window again to look at the snow.

ÔÇ£ÔÇªWhat happened?ÔÇØ the therapist asked, trying to start a conversation to get rid of the silence. ÔÇ£I mean- you said something happened when you ate dinner one nightÔÇª what happened?ÔÇØ

I rolled his eyes at the question. Figures sheÔÇÖd ask about that, he thought. ÔÇ£If you must knowÔÇªÔÇØ he sighed, ÔÇ£It was 13 days agoÔÇªÔÇØ

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ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs okay,ÔÇØ the mother assured I, ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll feel fine soon enough.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yeah!ÔÇØ the children agreed in unison, ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖll feel better real soon!ÔÇØ

I blinked at them, trying to snap himself out of the state his was in. No good, he thought. After a few moments, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he fell flat on his back. He was still partly conscience, though, as he was able to hear what was going on around him.

ÔÇ£Oh dear,ÔÇØ one of the children giggled, ÔÇ£Looks bad.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£It does,ÔÇØ the other agreed, ÔÇ£Too bad.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Now now,ÔÇØ the mother stepped in, ÔÇ£We canÔÇÖt leave him here. Take h-ÔÇ£ I passed out completely before the mother had finished her sentence.

I opened his eyes and raised his torso off the ground. He looked around his surroundings and noticed it was black. Dream.

ÔÇ£HelloooÔÇªÔÇØ the monotonous voice echoed, getting higher and higher in pitch.

ÔÇ£Ugh, you againÔÇªÔÇØ I grumbled. He got up to his feet and stretched.

ÔÇ£You againÔÇª.ÔÇØ the voice repeated. ÔÇ£You againÔÇª.ÔÇØ it echoed throughout the area.

ÔÇ£Stop, seriously,ÔÇØ I covered his ears, hoping to block out the sound. Luckily, it seemed to have worked, as the voice had stopped talking. I removed his hands slowly and gave a sigh of relief. Figuring there was nothing much else to do, he decided to look around, since his last visit was cut rather short.

The place was shrouded in darkness. Virtually no visibility. The only thing that was around was that palace, and I didnÔÇÖt want to take the chance of going in there again, so he wandered. Oddly enough, there was no ground; he and the palace were just floating in nothing. Well, they were floating on darkness, which is nothing.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖve gotta get outta hereÔÇªÔÇØ I frantically sprinted in the opposite direction of the palace, but nothing happened. Sure, he was moving, but the palace seemed to be moving as well. Whenever he tried to get away, it just crept right back up. He had no clue how the palace was moving as well, but he figured it was a dream, and he shouldnÔÇÖt question a dream.

ÔÇ£Gotta get outta hereÔÇªÔÇØ the voice echoed back.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Leave me alone!ÔÇØ I shouted. He had hoped the voice would finally listen to him.

ÔÇ£AloneÔÇªÔÇØ it repeated in the usual monotonous tone. ÔÇ£AloneÔÇªÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Stop i-ÔÇ£ I never finished the sentence. He lost his footing as he stepped over an edge in the darkness, though it wasnÔÇÖt visible to him. He just kept falling. When he tried to scream, his vocal chords came up short and all that came out was a raspy hiss. He couldnÔÇÖt even move his body.

People die this way, he thought. If you donÔÇÖt wake up, you die from the shock when you hit the ground. One thing raced through his mind: Death. Who knew itÔÇÖd end like this. IÔÇÖm drugged, so itÔÇÖs not like IÔÇÖll be able to spontaneously wake up. I canÔÇÖt tell myself to wake up. IÔÇÖm done. But, dying in nothingness? How coincidental. Not having anything in life, and not having anything in dreams. HeÔÇÖd die in nothingness no matter what.

He didnÔÇÖt wake up. He didnÔÇÖt die, though. When I opened his eyes and looked around him, he noticed he was now in a forest. However, it wasnÔÇÖt a normal forest. For one, he was floating in mid-air. The other thing that distinguished it was that it was shrouded in darkness, much like the palace area.

ÔÇ£What the-?ÔÇØ I questioned. Talking to myself again, he thought. Awesome.

I woke with a start. The last thing he had remembered was that forest. Now he was in a dumpster.

ÔÇ£Dreams and realityÔÇªÔÇØ he hopped out of the dumpster and brushed the dirt and grime off of his clothes and skin. ÔÇ£Is there really a difference?ÔÇØ

Looking around him was darkness. But that wasnÔÇÖt all. He was just in town at night. How long was I asleep for? That was the only thing he could think of. Well, not exactly- more like: How long was I drugged for? He obviously wasnÔÇÖt asleep on his own will; he wanted to know how long he was under. Hours? Days? Weeks? Months? Who the hell knows.

The street lights shone on the snow below, light rays dancing off the sheet with ease and reflecting brilliantly back to the source and beyond. This irked I. he didnÔÇÖt like the sun, or lights, and more of it was just a bother.

He walked down the street, scooping handfuls of snow occasionally and tossing it around with no real direction. Most of the time it was upward so the snow trickled down in flakes, one by one, onto IÔÇÖs clothes and skin. Sure, it was more snow than necessary, seeing as how it always snows, but he didnÔÇÖt care. He liked the feel of the almost frostbite. It kept him awake. It kept him alive.

ÔÇ£ÔÇÖSup dude.ÔÇØ I turned around, startled by the voice. For a moment, he heard it in the high pitched tone from his dreams. Luckily, it wasnÔÇÖt that. It was just Harold.

ÔÇ£WhyÔÇÖre you out so late?ÔÇØ I asked, arching an eyebrow. He expected the same question from him.

ÔÇ£Dunno.ÔÇØ Harold ran his hands through his hair, trying to fling snowflakes from his blond locks. He was rather buff, though he almost never fought anyone, despite being rather rude. I was rather jealous of his physique. He could never be able to get that buff, no matter what he did. Bummer, too, as I always wanted to play sports. Oh, and the dumb blond stereotype holds true for Harold as well.

ÔÇ£You gonna respond the same if I ask you about why youÔÇÖre wearing shorts?ÔÇØ I pointed to HaroldÔÇÖs basketball shorts and couldnÔÇÖt help but chuckle.

ÔÇ£Yep.ÔÇØ Harold stuck his hands in his pockets and began walking. Even though he didnÔÇÖt want to strike up a conversation, I had to go the same way as Harold, and he didnÔÇÖt take a liking to awkward silence, so he began walking as well.

ÔÇ£I guess I should ask you why youÔÇÖre here,ÔÇØ Harold rolled his eyes. Though he was a dumb blond, he took a liking to being rude. Even to his best friend. No one really knows why, though.

ÔÇ£House mother and these two brats drugged my dinner and dragged me out here.ÔÇØ It sounded ridiculous, now that he thought about it. ÔÇ£Threw me in the dumpster a few blocks back.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£So thatÔÇÖs what the smell is,ÔÇØ Harold clamped his nose and batted the air in front of him. ÔÇ£Figured it was just you not having showered in a few days or something.ÔÇØ

After that, there was more awkward silence.

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ÔÇ£And then I went home,ÔÇØ I confessed. He planted his feet in front of him and placed his hands on his knees and helped himself up.

ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖd your house mother do?ÔÇØ the therapist asked, intrigued by the story.

ÔÇ£Nothing.ÔÇØ I collected his diary and walked over to the door. He turned the door knob and sighed. ÔÇ£She acted like nothing happened.ÔÇØ He swung the door open and walked out of the office, and then of DollyÔÇÖs House.

LUCY

Day: 3

Year: 3230

ÔÇ£Well class,ÔÇØ Asad exhaled. He slammed a pile of papers on his desk. They mustÔÇÖve weighed over 10 pounds collectively, as the knick-knacks scattered over his desk had jumped. ÔÇ£I graded your tests, as you can see.ÔÇØ He corrected his glasses and glared at the class collectively, ÔÇ£Only one person got an A.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£LucyÔÇªÔÇØ everyone rolled their eyes.

ÔÇ£I stand by my statement,ÔÇØ the girl in front of Lucy filed her nails and giggled.

ÔÇ£And what statement would that be?ÔÇØ Asad questioned sternly. He wasnÔÇÖt in a laughing mood. But when was he?

ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs sleeping with you,ÔÇØ the girl blew a bubble with her bubble gum. ÔÇ£Duh,ÔÇØ she snapped her gum loudly.

ÔÇ£Just because sheÔÇÖs an excellent student,ÔÇØ Asad could feel his face getting red, ÔÇ£Does not mean her and I are having intercourse.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I know,ÔÇØ the girl giggled, ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs an excellent student because sheÔÇÖs sleeping with you. ItÔÇÖd make no sense if she were to do it, or should I say you, if she was already a good student.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I think I can speak for myself,ÔÇØ Lucky spoke up. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not sleeping with him. Not only is it against the law, and I am not attracted to him in the least, but it goes against my religious morals.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh, right,ÔÇØ the girl snapped her gum again. ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre still religious. WhatÔÇÖre you- Catholic?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yes.ÔÇØ Lucky said this proudly, even though it was a joke to everyone else. She hated being made fun of, even though she says and acts like it doesnÔÇÖt faze her. It does.

ÔÇ£Of course,ÔÇØ the girl giggled, which cued in the entire class. ÔÇ£You only have pro-creating sex, if I remember right. Well, I donÔÇÖt blame you, then; I wouldnÔÇÖt want kids with the teacher either.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£ENOUGH!ÔÇØ Asad stomped his foot and yanked his glasses off. A vein was visible on his forehead, pulsing and pounding rapidly. It looked like it could burst at any moment.

ÔÇ£Sorry Mr. AsadÔÇªÔÇØ the girl rolled her eyes as she apologized monotonously.

ÔÇ£No apologies,ÔÇØ he slammed on a button on top of his podium. Within moments, what seemed to be a robotic police cop burst through the doors of the classroom. It was one of those clich?® ones; not like Robo-Cop, though, more like the ones you think of when you think about early futuristic technology. It had a bulky build and had treads covering its wheels. The body was painted blue with a gold star attached to his breast; a helmet was placed on his head with the visor down so you could barely see the red sensor bar that represented its eye.

ÔÇ£Target: Fifth row, seat sixteen. Mission: Apprehend.ÔÇØ Within moments, the robot made its way through the rows and grabbed the girl in front of Lucy. Almost as soon as it appeared, it was gone; and with the girl.

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