"You're leaving late again (Y/N)?"

"Yeah, I gotta work hard for Monday"

I shrugged off my co-worker's remarks and put my feet up on the desk.

"it's just like you to work over time for a conference," Rebecca said laughing to herself.

" I'll see you on Tuesday" and with her bag in her hands and a phone conversation about to start, she made her way out the office.

The truth is, you weren't working at all, you just felt it was better being alone here "working" than being alone in your house. It got lonely at times. After working a few more hours alone, blasting music in your ear drums, you went off home for some sleep, just to rinse and repeat the following Monday.

Waking up I stretched my muscles and limbs in an effort to calm my aching joints from last night's late hours of work. Sigh. Sheiling the rays of sunlight from myself I crawled out of bed, maneuvering out the room blindly. Using my senses I closed the door behind me and opened my eyes.

"Freedom", saying it childishly, I rushed down the old stairway, jumping off the last step.

"Lemme see, my horrible cooking or cereal"

I ponder to myself, already grabbing all the necessary accessories for my meal.

Stretched out, watching the news I ate some good old cereal.

Fortunately, after an eternity of commercials, the news women stood dead center, right as the camera panned out, taking in the surroundings of your neighboring town, beach city.

"After the strange occurrence in the Small town of Beach City, it looks like residents are finally getting back and rested after being evacuated. Until now, citizens were unaware of the events that happened while they were away"

The news women turned, giving the cameraman the signal to look forward. Ahead were the frymen's family doing some touch-ups on the booth, getting things back up and running.

You vacuumed up the last of the cereal. This was the tenth time you've heard news from Beach City and no one, not even the news, knew what had actually happened. You had thought of moving there for some time now, just to get some excitement and mystery in your life, but work had its hold on you here instead.

"And of course, no one knows what happened"

I sighed and rested my feet on the coffee table. There's never any answers, just a frymen kid who always runs to the camera to talk about his blog on "rock people"

This sense of urgency came up within you once again. It happened regularly after watching the events in beach city.

" I wonder what goes on over there "

After a few minutes of thinking, you had made the remarkable and stupid decision to drive out to beach city for the day, maybe to meet new people, and finally learn the truth. But the chances were slim and you knew so. If the news stations didn't know….how would they?

After a few hours of driving you had finally made it, a sign read 'Beach City' and the amount of coffee you had was now worth it. With swift movements, you closed the car door. It was the same car your parents had driven when you were growing up. After buying a brand new car they gladly gave you this one as a moving out 'present'. Gee, thanks, mother, and father for bringing me into this world.

The burst of fresh sea air inhaled into your lungs made you feel overjoyed. The beach….brought back amazing memories, oddly enough, with this same trashy van. Huh. You walked along the shoreline, taking in the details of your surroundings. The water, the sand, and even the children running around with play fighting with fake swords and shields.

Let's just say you ran like the frymen after seeing a news camera and investigated the whole town.

After hours of walking, you gave up your search for clues. You'd have walked back by now, that is until your eyes landed on something simmering in the sunlight. You walked towards it, halting to a quick stop. There it was. A small triangular stone. It was smooth yet Sharp against the corners. In the light, it shifted from oranges and yellows to reds. A Jasper stone. You'd recognize it anywhere. You better after all those hours in earth science as a teenager.

"... A Rock person" you said childishly, thinking nothing of the sort. Oh, how wrong you were.

With the Jasper stone in your my pocket, I closed my front door close. A yawn escaping my lips. Putting the new rock friend down on the coffee table I made my way into my kitchen. Sigh.

Nothing.

You had found nothing. Everyone you had asked gave vague answers or jumped to the next topic.

Looking through the kitchen you stared blankly into the living room, a gloss coloring your eyes as you focused in and out on your surroundings.

After a few minutes of boredom, a strange warm light engulfed the living space.