It's August, on a blinding, scorching hot day. The birds are fluttering around finding their own purpose of living: slimy worms (yum). Though the weather is fine, it is cruel to most people. The occasional moaning of being woken up early in the countryside sunlight never ceases. I, the author have experience in this area (literally with my dad). Indeed, just another regular day in Florvia. Population is not that important here, as the townsfolk just don't like the city buzz. They prefer feeling like the only one here, which everyone believes is normal (even the dogs!). The school is never a building to escape from however, but thankfully the last day before summer is in motion. The kids beaming with happiness of thinking what to do during their six weeks of freedom...possibly fishing. There was one boy who had dreams of his own, but not in the real world. No, it is the other dimension, the dreaming kind. If you still do not get what I mean, it's like seeing sheep jumping over fences. Whoever dreamt that never really woke up, in fact they are still counting…oh dear… Anyway, this boy who goes by the name of Robbie Tyrone; has talent. That talent is having the most amazing imagination possible (Hey, that sounds like me…what a coincidence!)

Robbie is a young yet growing lad. He's 15 and his height is growing each month. He has spiky black hair which he always checks in a mirror; adolescent years are getting to him. His favourite colour is black and his hobbies include drawing, making certain things and dreaming. Dreaming would be his favourite one as that his topic of painting and drawing. He's hoping to become a professional artist when he grows into a fine adult. He does however get distracted easily by his drawings, yet he is still top in the class. He has a mother by the name of Jane who he loves very much, but is easily freaked out by. We can talk more about that later.

2:50 in the afternoon, in a classroom smelling of cats, twenty-five poor souls sit in silence. As you can imagine, constantly looking at the dull white clock at the opposite end of the room is the best entertainment. Robbie was always regarded as the 'teacher's pet' due to his positive behaviour and hard work. His name is on the award chart every month. Not a surprise really. The students get tortured by the teacher's language. A language which no one really cares about and no one even dared throwing a sock in that mouth. Reason why? That teacher would make that student write 5000 words before leaving today. So, they all choose to suffer the language. However, thanks to the amazing magic of my writing, I have sped up time to 3:00, and the bell roars, and so do the students (no need to thank me) The teacher who 'I don't even care about the name of' shouts at everyone, but no one gives a damn. They all left the building before he could get a word in. The streets which were once quiet and peaceful soon became frantic and polluted. On one side, the students filled with happiness due to the end of the school term, and one side the residents complaining of noise. Always two sides to every story, literally. Robbie was always a quiet lad and behaved sensibly even outside the classroom, and walked home sensibly. Everyone in the classroom was his friend, but he preferred to walk alone. He just likes it that way because of the awesome secret I tell later on. I'm just making you suffer these massive details, mwahahahaha!

Robbie arrived at Cornucopia drive, and arrived at his detached home. The house covered in lavender which gives a strong smell a mile away, as his mother, Kane, very odd indeed. Lavender is known as a 'Demon Repellent', and that's what his mother takes seriously. Kane as a mother has an awful lot of free time. She now works as a Shop assistant in an art shop round the corner. She does this every Monday-Wednesday, and in her free time, watches horror films. Though she always lies about not being scared, she covers her home in her favourite flower, though she has nothing to fear. Anyway, back to the sane family member, Robbie made his way to the porch. Inside, there is a rack of shoes with Robbie's total outnumbered. Jane's collection of 20 beat Robbie's 3. He opens the rose decorated pattern door with his keys, and opens to…well…an opposite 'Doctor who' catchphrase. In this story, it's bigger on the outside, smaller on the inside. Everything squished into a space where only one could walk through at a time. The public never see it as it really is on the inside, so everyone thinks the family are millionaires. Robbie, without seeing his mum runs up the long winding stairs to his pit…ahem…bedroom. Robbie is actually like me really: 'can never be bothered to clear his room up'. The countless amounts of magazines and toys he has had since he was 10 still lay on his floor, serving as embarrassing reminders. Robbie hated it as a toddler, as he never got enough time to draw pictures. Let's just say he cannot live without his HB pencil or brush, ever. He made his way through his room, fighting through all the junk he has had over the years eventually to pull out his chair and draw. On his walls are what you call his life's work. Hundreds of drawings making temporary wallpaper for the room itself, each of different things like landscapes and objects. Robbie's not allowed to ever watch cartoons, as that can really widen his imagination to dangerous levels. I mean that with a capital 'D'.

Author Magic once more, and it's 9:00pm in the evening. Time does fly don't it? Authors are one of the most amazing blessings to the world. Robbie in such a quick time span, which is a new world record, had pizza celebrating the end of term. Conveniently, his mum wanted to watch another horror thriller after dinner, following with an instant 'I'm busy' from Robbie. Not a surprise, it's only the 50000th time he's said that. Up the winding stairs back to his world of imagination, and he only just finished a drawing of an awesome looking tree. He is actually quite impressed of it, and lowers one of his famous works down to make room for it. The tree is large and majestic to the other drawings, and the emerald-green catches the artist's eye with a smile in return. He wondered, in his head, that he could go to a place with a tree like the one in the A3 design. Seems like the closest thing would be to dream it the though, and he does just that. If you are wondering about his mother, don't worry, she is screaming her face off downstairs at a zombie film. Hopefully she will be alright, because I should explain Robbie's talent at this moment. While he makes amazing drawings, this reflects later on his dreams. For example, he draws a coke, he drinks all the coke he wants in his dreams etc. This is his purpose of life, to explore dream worlds and enjoy them, but also understand them. So yeah, that tree he just drew? It was time for Robbie to see a tree world of epic proportions… and this will be his biggest adventure yet it seems…