The Only Slightly Insightful Story of Captive Highschooler
(A Short Prelude to Disaster)
My normal life was completely normal, as the word normal would generally imply. I woke up every morning, and -as thought it were only instinct- I would get ready for my day before I was even fully conscious and I would eat breakfast without even remembering what it was that I ate. Yes- completely normal.
I would got to school, and I would do my work sitting quietly at my desk in the third row of the fifth column. It was like the military, but without the backbreaking manual labor. It was just routine that I would live like that.
I would daydream and eat my self-packed lunches, and then skip home happily, hoping to stumble into the orange-haired boy I had a crush on. If I was out of food, I would go to the supermarket.
Life was simple and serene and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
But then I got involved in something that was quite frankly inevitable, so it would have seemed, and that is how my entire twisted life came to be.
My best friends have been kidnapped, and my other best friends have gone to save them, and then those best friends all come back to reality just to be taken away again, and I was right in the middle of this like a duck in the center of a whirlpool just waiting to be sucked into the black, murky deeps that awaited it below. We've- and by 'we' I'm referring to our group of four highschool kids and a 'soul reaper' from another world entirely- been to different worlds and back.
Worlds of samurai-fighting spirits and giant ghost-monsters that eat the souls of both the living and the dead. Worlds where monsters rule the ever darkening sands as the moon waits in the sky to be eaten whole by the hordes that await it if it were ever to touch down lightly onto the horizon.
But our rescue party's (?) struggles were only just beginning the moment we stepped into the swirling vortex that led from the world of the mortal to the realm of the ghosts and spirits.
The moment we set foot inside the dark purple gate, the world we knew and the routine we would follow from day to day was gone forever. Our fates were twisted in a way that could never be reversed, and the second hand of the new clock of our lives was set slowly in motion, whirling around unstoppably on the face of fate.
This all seems normal to me, now.
Yes- perfectly normal.