Dark Perspective
They seemed nice enough. The ride there had been the spark to a flame that would surely come, the icing on the cake if you well. It was such an isolated place, somewhat shrouded by a heavy black shadow lining what was surely a gothic sight to see. During the drive up to the temple of the four dragons, the sky turned gray following rather large amounts of hail turning the hills to muck. Luminous sun, ominous shadow, pain seeking hail, brought depression in the form of gloom; though bright there was no welcoming feel on the landscape. That was the last thing I saw before I fell into a deep, deep sleep. I felt like I had been asleep forever, but when I woke it looked like we were at the same spot as we were before I had fallen asleep, and the scenery, weather, as well as essence of the place had not changed. The strangest part was that my eyes hurt, as well as my head; how bizarre, but not as bizarre as…them, as I got off of the bus. They seemed nice enough, though they were kind of…strange. Then again my best friend always did have a strange taste in friends. My painful eyes went straight to a little yellow, thing that broke to the front of the group. Was it…of this earth? Its head was like the sun and it was cosmic. Just like a giant yellow ball, but its body was so tiny, how could that strange baby body support such as massive circular head. How un-unnatural and on that note there were those two holes on the side of its head ears. I wonder, if I were to feel its head if it would like rubber or a soft stuffed animal head. It reminded me of one of my favorite classic games-Pac Man. Its teeth were eerie, sharp and sticking out of his moth. Then my eyes went to the others the one in the out of place blonde cowboy that was touting and had a nasty overbite. The other one was a boy with sand in his hair and a beat up blue surf board in his arm, who looked like he was from Brazil with and un-natural tan. He looked dirty with the sand in his hair and dirt that covered his body. And there was my best friend, Kimiko-but something looked different. Her usual Tokyo street fashions always looked so nice-but now she looks like a beat up clown, a sinister beat up clown, or a hooker past her due date. How I hate to think such uncanny thought about my good friend, but her deep purple lip stick came off her lips and her sea blue eye shadow came to the hair on her eye brows and she wore no blush so she looked sinisterly pale. She wore a strange black tutu with a quit revealing tank top, and her jet black hair that was up in a high ponytail looked ratty and un-brushed-oh my poor kimiko this place must have beaten you down. Or that yellow thing gave you the rabies. Behind them was an extremely old man looking like death, with his tremendously wrinkled skin and liver spots-should he even be walking. The temple looked very old, with rotten wood and spider webs. The whole structured looked unbalanced and dim; I can't really imagine sleeping inside it really. Well no matter what I promised Kimiko, and though they may be different I like different and I will give them the benefit for an old friend-WHY DO MY EYES HURT THOUGH!