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I squirmed anxiously, watching the clock expectantly. Other classmates did the same, but some tried to look like they were paying attention, but they were glassy eyed. And finally, the sound of freedom. Riiing! All the students ran out as the teacher yelled the homework over the noise. I pulled my way out of the crowd into the parking lot. Not much of an improvement. Cars struggled to get through the throng of students and teachers. I got to my car and pushed and beeped my way through the thicket of bodies. Then I had to wait for afternoon buses to file out. Stupid freshmans and sophomores can walk for all I care, Bad Ray said, pissed as usual. Now, now, patience is a virtue, Good Ray preached.
Ah, sweet freedom. Parking in the driveway of my house I drooped my shoulders, preparing my indifferent shrug when my mom asked how school was.
"Honey, how was school? Did anything-" My mother started when I answered.
"It was fine. Like it is all the time." I said bitterly. Like every other monotonous day. I opened the fridge to grab a coke when mom started a lecture. Good Ray hangs onto the words eagerly, while Bad Ray pulls out a pillow and a blanket.
"Ray, I've noticed you've been very distant from me and your dad-" Dad. He is not my father. Never has. Never will be. It doesn't matter what the stupid paperwork says. She continued, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
I sigh and roll my eyes, "No mom. I'm fine." Its sweet that she cares, but come on, I'm a senior. I've been distant from her ever since seventh grade. I go upstairs into my room and turn the music so high, I can't hear my mother demanding me to listen. I don't care if I'm in trouble. Music is more important. Even though my music is on so high, its vibrating my room, I can still hear mother pounding her way upstairs.
"Ray!" She slams the door open hard, face red and blotchy. Bad Ray puts on earplugs. Uh oh. Feel that? Here comes an earthquake.
"I wish for once you would listen! I am very tired, and you don't seem to give a damn that I'm trying to help you! Look at me Ray!" She roars. She swears when she's very pissed.
I look her in the eye, showing no fear. Bring it on, Tiger lady.
"You never take my words to heart! You hear them but you don't understand them! I am not going to just stand here and be ignored!" Tiger lady/Mom yelled.
Bad Ray's personality comes out, ready to defend her pride, "Well, you don't get that you're lectures make no sense! Listen to yourself, ranting about college and grades! Don't you think I get sick of these things!" I reel Bad Ray back in, who still has a bone to pick with mother.
She looks like she wants to say something, but the clock downstairs rings 3 o'clock. Saved by the bell. Sorta.
"Ray, I'll talk to you later. I have work." Mom says shortly and slams my door. Thank you, beloved time.
I'm in the mood to run. I go into the bathroom to change. Shed thy gay apparel, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, I hum to myself as I change into my running clothes. Out into the bright day.
The hard pavement calls to me, 'Ray, Ray, come pound your feet upon our humble gravel.' Is inanimate objects talking to you a sign of insanity? Who cares. I feel like water when I run, smooth and flowing.
Running is my element. Body heats up, shoes and legs hitting the ground rhythmically. Run past bakery shop, mini mall, and a couple more houses. Suddenly, I'm on my trail. I discovered a clear cut trail that goes through the woods a few weeks back. Nothing lovelier than these woods. Your regular fairytale woods.
The joy of running fills me. When I run, I pass into the world in my head, I'm out of the cycle of concentrated boredom and dullness. I am all alone in my head, no one to nag me or bug me. I become the wind itself, swift and unfaltering. Reaching the heart of the woods, I officially do a mile. I plop down to admire the trees. Bad Ray and Good Ray are neutral, lost in the serenity of nature.
Just as I got up, I noticed an unnatural blue glimmer behind the trees. Weird. I take another step and its there again. Now I have to check it out. I walk off the trail, following the glimmer. It seemed so close, but it was so far off. This would be a good chance to run. When I finally make it, I gasp. It looks like a black hole, with swirls of dark purple and blue running in it. Bad Ray feels daring and tells me to jump in. Good Ray squeals and tells me to run. I pick up a stick and carefully walk towards the hole. Standing as far as possible, I let the stick touch the hole and jump back. The stick wasn't burning or glowing green radioactive. This time, I throw the entire stick in.
It disappeared! It didn't come out the other side or turn into cinder. I was kinda expecting it. Feeling stupidly reckless, I tentatively walk closer. Black holes are rumored to be time portals. That would be awesome.
Fingers brush the hole. It feels like cold air. Then my hand goes in. Cold, cold air. Just go in, I urge. Taking a deep breath, I plunge in.
Damn. This is weird. I'm floating in darkness. Pitch black darkness, floating at a death slow pace. I'm scared, thinking I've cursed myself into an oblivion of nothingness. This is something you'd find in the Twilight Zone, not real life. I start to hear voices, very, very soft like murmurs. I can't tell what they're saying, they seem so far off. Suddenly, a burning bright light.
I immediately throw my arms over my eyes, trying to stop from being blinded. I begin to fall faster and faster, until I want to throw up. I land with a soft thump on what feels like grass. Yes. Sweet ground. I swear I'm never going on planes again.
I open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm outside in a clearing. It's still noon. But this is not my woods.
"Who are you?" A voice suddenly asks me, making me jump and nearly yell. I'm so wimpy. I look around for the speaker. I'm sure its a guy, unless the speaker was a transvestite.
"Did you come from the time rip?" He/she/transvestite questions.
I answer with a question, "What is this place?" I half want to run, half stay. The result is me walking in circles, "Show yourself."
"I asked if you came through the time rip." The voice says again, but this time colder. The kind of tone that my mom used that made me pee in my pants when I was little. Bad Ray tells me to stay and put up a fight, while Good Ray tugged my shirt and said to ask more politely. Those two drive me nuts.
Gulping, I reply, "Yes, I did."
"I thought so." The speaker said from behind me. I whirl behind me and almost fall over. It was a guy, to my relief. But he definitely looked intimidating. He was a whole head taller than me, but still looked around my age.
And he couldn't be human. Humans didn't have golden eyes. They didn't have pure white hair. Or fangs. Or claws. Claws or really bad nails. Probably claws. And he didn't look friendly either.
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I squirmed anxiously, watching the clock expectantly. Other classmates did the same, but some tried to look like they were paying attention, but they were glassy eyed. And finally, the sound of freedom. Riiing! All the students ran out as the teacher yelled the homework over the noise. I pulled my way out of the crowd into the parking lot. Not much of an improvement. Cars struggled to get through the throng of students and teachers. I got to my car and pushed and beeped my way through the thicket of bodies. Then I had to wait for afternoon buses to file out. Stupid freshmans and sophomores can walk for all I care, Bad Ray said, pissed as usual. Now, now, patience is a virtue, Good Ray preached.
Ah, sweet freedom. Parking in the driveway of my house I drooped my shoulders, preparing my indifferent shrug when my mom asked how school was.
"Honey, how was school? Did anything-" My mother started when I answered.
"It was fine. Like it is all the time." I said bitterly. Like every other monotonous day. I opened the fridge to grab a coke when mom started a lecture. Good Ray hangs onto the words eagerly, while Bad Ray pulls out a pillow and a blanket.
"Ray, I've noticed you've been very distant from me and your dad-" Dad. He is not my father. Never has. Never will be. It doesn't matter what the stupid paperwork says. She continued, "Is there anything you want to talk about?"
I sigh and roll my eyes, "No mom. I'm fine." Its sweet that she cares, but come on, I'm a senior. I've been distant from her ever since seventh grade. I go upstairs into my room and turn the music so high, I can't hear my mother demanding me to listen. I don't care if I'm in trouble. Music is more important. Even though my music is on so high, its vibrating my room, I can still hear mother pounding her way upstairs.
"Ray!" She slams the door open hard, face red and blotchy. Bad Ray puts on earplugs. Uh oh. Feel that? Here comes an earthquake.
"I wish for once you would listen! I am very tired, and you don't seem to give a damn that I'm trying to help you! Look at me Ray!" She roars. She swears when she's very pissed.
I look her in the eye, showing no fear. Bring it on, Tiger lady.
"You never take my words to heart! You hear them but you don't understand them! I am not going to just stand here and be ignored!" Tiger lady/Mom yelled.
Bad Ray's personality comes out, ready to defend her pride, "Well, you don't get that you're lectures make no sense! Listen to yourself, ranting about college and grades! Don't you think I get sick of these things!" I reel Bad Ray back in, who still has a bone to pick with mother.
She looks like she wants to say something, but the clock downstairs rings 3 o'clock. Saved by the bell. Sorta.
"Ray, I'll talk to you later. I have work." Mom says shortly and slams my door. Thank you, beloved time.
I'm in the mood to run. I go into the bathroom to change. Shed thy gay apparel, fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, I hum to myself as I change into my running clothes. Out into the bright day.
The hard pavement calls to me, 'Ray, Ray, come pound your feet upon our humble gravel.' Is inanimate objects talking to you a sign of insanity? Who cares. I feel like water when I run, smooth and flowing.
Running is my element. Body heats up, shoes and legs hitting the ground rhythmically. Run past bakery shop, mini mall, and a couple more houses. Suddenly, I'm on my trail. I discovered a clear cut trail that goes through the woods a few weeks back. Nothing lovelier than these woods. Your regular fairytale woods.
The joy of running fills me. When I run, I pass into the world in my head, I'm out of the cycle of concentrated boredom and dullness. I am all alone in my head, no one to nag me or bug me. I become the wind itself, swift and unfaltering. Reaching the heart of the woods, I officially do a mile. I plop down to admire the trees. Bad Ray and Good Ray are neutral, lost in the serenity of nature.
Just as I got up, I noticed an unnatural blue glimmer behind the trees. Weird. I take another step and its there again. Now I have to check it out. I walk off the trail, following the glimmer. It seemed so close, but it was so far off. This would be a good chance to run. When I finally make it, I gasp. It looks like a black hole, with swirls of dark purple and blue running in it. Bad Ray feels daring and tells me to jump in. Good Ray squeals and tells me to run. I pick up a stick and carefully walk towards the hole. Standing as far as possible, I let the stick touch the hole and jump back. The stick wasn't burning or glowing green radioactive. This time, I throw the entire stick in.
It disappeared! It didn't come out the other side or turn into cinder. I was kinda expecting it. Feeling stupidly reckless, I tentatively walk closer. Black holes are rumored to be time portals. That would be awesome.
Fingers brush the hole. It feels like cold air. Then my hand goes in. Cold, cold air. Just go in, I urge. Taking a deep breath, I plunge in.
Damn. This is weird. I'm floating in darkness. Pitch black darkness, floating at a death slow pace. I'm scared, thinking I've cursed myself into an oblivion of nothingness. This is something you'd find in the Twilight Zone, not real life. I start to hear voices, very, very soft like murmurs. I can't tell what they're saying, they seem so far off. Suddenly, a burning bright light.
I immediately throw my arms over my eyes, trying to stop from being blinded. I begin to fall faster and faster, until I want to throw up. I land with a soft thump on what feels like grass. Yes. Sweet ground. I swear I'm never going on planes again.
I open my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I'm outside in a clearing. It's still noon. But this is not my woods.
"Who are you?" A voice suddenly asks me, making me jump and nearly yell. I'm so wimpy. I look around for the speaker. I'm sure its a guy, unless the speaker was a transvestite.
"Did you come from the time rip?" He/she/transvestite questions.
I answer with a question, "What is this place?" I half want to run, half stay. The result is me walking in circles, "Show yourself."
"I asked if you came through the time rip." The voice says again, but this time colder. The kind of tone that my mom used that made me pee in my pants when I was little. Bad Ray tells me to stay and put up a fight, while Good Ray tugged my shirt and said to ask more politely. Those two drive me nuts.
Gulping, I reply, "Yes, I did."
"I thought so." The speaker said from behind me. I whirl behind me and almost fall over. It was a guy, to my relief. But he definitely looked intimidating. He was a whole head taller than me, but still looked around my age.
And he couldn't be human. Humans didn't have golden eyes. They didn't have pure white hair. Or fangs. Or claws. Claws or really bad nails. Probably claws. And he didn't look friendly either.
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