• Day 1 of 30

    Fluid noises and familiar sounds flooded my ears. A busy street, an angry driver fighting with another angry driver... not so uncommon where i come from. i opened my eyes and rose from the ground, as light flooded my thoughts.

    "Musta passed out," I said to myself, with a grin on my face.
    i got off the ground and brushed the sharp gravel, off of my black jeans, which clearly needed some hemming. I still had holes in them from the third grade... the thought of this made me warmly chuckle to myself. A thought suddenly jolted my brain. School. i checked my wrist for the time and- NO ELECTRICAL DEVICES ALOUD TO EXIST WITHOUT THE PROPER KEY.

    what? The noise wasn't spoken, but still rung clear in my mind. i looked at my wrist. there was no watch. much to my horror it had been replaced by... something else. The word didn't quite reach my lips for some reason, but i knew what it was... A lock! It was a lock! the deeper i stared at it the more fear i felt brush over me. For this reason i decided to stop. I ignored the thought and dashed to school to avoid being late.

    The more i ran, the better i felt. It was an amazing feeling. As each leg stretched further from the other, then stopped, retracted, and continued the process, a small flash of joy arose. What i liked best was the breeze through my hair. I hadn't ran like that in years. i passed my friend evan on his bike. he looked like he had been crying. im not sure why. he was always kind of a wus. he probably got beat up again. He must have been shaken pretty badly though because when i waved, he didn't even look. he'll tell me why at school i thought. Boy was i wrong...

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    When i arrived at school, no one really spoke to me. I assumed it must have been the freshmens, who managed to pull a prank on me through some game they played with my friends. I sat down at my desk and received the most horrible news imaginable. Over the loud speaker, my death was announced.

    Those stupid freashmen. it had to be them. i had to give them props though, as this plan was very intricate.Step one. knock out conner with acid to give him a trippy dream, while repeating "Your dead" in his ear. Step two. Ignore conner. step three. announce to school conner was dead. Just then, the windows shattered as everyone ran. I tried to escape but something caught me, and it held in place.

    "So we've caught us a new comer, huh?" a silhouette in a sea of demons seemed to say.

    "Oh well." it said with a sigh, " I guess we can"t gone him yet can we?"

    to be continued....