The Fantasy Asylum

The Fantasy Asylum

Thursday, September 19, 2013

How It All Began -- Part One


It was just another long, and VERY boring day. The lunch bell rang. My gripe is that it's the same thing every single day with the possible exception of the two year construction project. The sounds of the jack hammer and heavy equipment drowning out my American history teachers voice in block five livened things up a bit.

Since I never took my notebook and stuff out of my backpack, I had nothing to pack. I just picked up my bag and headed for the cafe. 

I'm just your average high school junior with wavy brown hair and brown eyes. But if you look really close, I swear there is some green in my eyes too -- it's kind of cool. I believe that day I was wearing my "Every Day I'm Shufflin" shirt with some plaid shorts.

At this point I had just about enough with my boring life. I wanted something more than this, that's all. I walked into the cafe, the only place in the school I was allowed to use my iPhone. I shoved my earphones into my ears. I went over and slid onto the bench where my friends were sitting.

 I was blasting music like always when I took out my headphones and said,

"Aren't you guys bored with all this, the same thing ever day?" My friend sitting across from me, Jack, said.

"What do you mean?" That's when I got mad. "What do you mean what do I mean!?!" I said.

"It's the same thing every day. It's so boring!" I sighed loudly and slammed my head on the table.

"Look Troy," Jack started. Oh hear we go, I thought. "We're just kids, it's not like there's much for us to do around this part of our lives." I didn't pick up my head.

"Whatever..." I mumbled. After a while I stood up, "I'm going for a walk." I said.

My other friend, Alex, said, "Whatever man, just be on time for next class. You know Mr.Wicks is already on your case about being late."

"Ya, ya, I don't scare easy," I replied, heading for the back stairwell. Just as I put my foot on the first step, that's when I heard something out of the ordinary, something that made me uncomfortable, even in my own skin.

"Troy...this way..." said a voice that sounded a hundred years old. I looked around and there was I didnt see anybody.

"Huh...who's there?" I asked in a shaky voice. I walked behind the staircase toward the voice. Then I saw it.

"That's weird. Did the construction workers leave a hole in the wall back here?"

"In here," said the voice. I should have walked away, but this was the first interesting thing to happen in FOREVER.

"H-h-hello?" I said weakly.

As I inched closer, I was able to see what was inside. Nothing out of the ordinary, just some rusted pipes, old boards and even a dead mouse.

I said, "A mouse huh, at this school, that's a rat."

I stuck my head in the hole. Who's calling me back here? No one can fit in this hole. Not even Alex could get back here.

Out of nowhere, someone clamped their massive hand around my jaw and temples.

"Gotcha," said the voice, very calmly. I screamed as it pulled me into the hole. Into the dark abyss.





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