Before you read my story, I'd like to tell you a bit about my main character. His full name is Florence Odon Capp. He is fourteen. He has

scruffy, red hair and is short but slim. He has no freckles and has very light blue eyes to the point where they are pretty much gray. He

likes long walks in the pa-. Wait! I am getting way ahead of myself! On with the story!


Current Earth Date: September 3rd, 2008 AD
Bleep!... Bleep!... Ble- Thump. "Ugh, Mom was right.", said a dead looking boy, "I need to get off my animations."He slowly rose out of

bed and preformed the all inclusive morning ritual of taking a shower, eating breakfast, and biking to school (What fun!). Of course

staying up until four in the morning then waking up at six impares most rational thought, causing three slams into a mailbox and one slam

into the back of a car, most likely for good measure. He slowly stumbled through hallways reaching his first period room. "Florence! You

are thirty minutes late! Get in a chair and listen!", rang the voice of his English teacher, above the snickering of the class. Florence quickly

chose the seat next to his only friend Calvin. "Dude, you look like you were hit by a car", said Calvin, handing some quickly scribbled

notes of what he had learned in class to Florence. "Actually, I hit the car." Florence had many days where his staying up late would mess

up his day, so he relied on Calvin quite often to keep him up in school. This was one of those days. Arriving at home wasn't much fun

either. " I can't believe you arrived late to school and slept through class again!", his mother lectured, "If you don't stop this, I'll take away

your computer! Do you understand me?" Florence knew taking away his computer was the worst punishment his mother could bestow.

His life nearly revolved around it. He would keep up to news, IM, do homework, and most importantly, work on animations. Florence

wanted to be an animator but had no artistic talent. Did that stop him? No. He used his computer to create animations. Florence quickly

said "Yes" and rushed upstairs to his room. He went to his homepage and looked at the top three headlines: "World Hunger Epidemic"

"Pollution Issues" and "Windows Vista: Fad or Flop?" All three seemed uninteresting to him, so he started to work on his animation titled

"Socks & Turtles". At dinner the only local news blabber was something about an "anti-radio" meteor shower from his dad and something

about a new potato gun from his brother. Everybody but Florence wanted to see the shower, so right after dinner he was back upstairs

doing his animation. Or rather bawling on the floor because his computer was scrolling random symbols. After his crying session he went

to his power button and pressed it. Instead of a restart sound, he was knocked back unconscious. Waking up he found himself in a white

room...


Whee! Cliffhanger and short intro! Don't worry, the general layout of the story is done, so no abandonment here!

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