School's out for the summer, and I now have a lot of free time. So I can finally update more often and not have to worry about homework and studying. So here's chapter 6 of The New Dimension.

I could not stop staring at that flower. Just because it was the only coloured object in this alternate world at that moment. And yet it stood out in a way that I really liked. It even seemed to smell different.

"So beautiful..." I said, still staring at the flower. Before I knew it, I was jumping on my bed and sniffing the flower.

It wasn't long before the knock came, and I immediately stopped jumping on the bed. "Yes, Mr. Peabody?" I said.

"What's going on in there?" Mr. Peabody asked.

"Nothing!" I piped up.

"It doesn't sound like nothing," said Mr. Peabody.

I began to sweat. "Well, it's nothing!"

"I'm coming in."

"Eek!" I squealed, shoving the flower underneath my pillow in the second I had before Mr. Peabody entered my room. He had a rather blank and serious expression on his face.

"See? Told you nothing was going on!" I said.

"Are you sure? It smells like flower in here," Mr. Peabody said.

"What? No it doesn't!"

Mr. Peabody didn't say anything. He began to walk towards my pillow, still sniffing the room.

"No! No! Don't go near the pillow!" I frantically yelled, but it was too late. Mr. Peabody lifted the pillow, exposing the coloured flower. Suddenly, his eyes widened and he gasped really loudly.

"Mr. Peabody?" I squeaked.

"It's beautiful..." Mr. Peabody mumbled.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"The stem! It's... green! Real green! And the flower's red! Real red!"

"Mr. Peabody?" I repeated.

However, Mr. Peabody wandered out of my room without saying anything else.

"Hey!" I yelled. "My flower! That's my flower! Give it back! Now!"

Unfortunately, getting the coloured flower was not going to be easy. Especially since Mr. Peabody was already proceeding to stash the flower in his room.

How selfish.

The next morning wasn't any different than the previous morning. Mr. Peabody wasn't obsessed with the flower anymore. He made breakfast as usual while the news reported more useless reports, and then the weather came on saying it was going to be 72 every day and night. Typical.

Things weren't any different at school either. In the few minutes we had before classes started, people were quiet and there were two girls playing catch. Even the way these people played sports was lame. It was boring to watch, everybody was a pro and nobody ever messed up. A game of catch here was really just two people tossing a ball around, and neither of them ever dropped it.

"Sherman!" Penny yelled, running down the hallway.

"What do you want now, Penny?" I scoffed.

"Do you know what I saw on the way here?" she screeched.

"No, but I bet you're gonna tell me," I mumbled.

"I saw a bunch of firemen rescuing a cat from a tree! And I was in the library earlier, and there were a bunch of books I recognized! I looked in them, and all the pages were blank!"

"Why were you in the library?" I questioned.

"I was curious," she replied.

I sighed.

"Look at this!" she yelled, pulling a piece of cloth and a lighter from her pocket. She then proceeded to turn on the lighter next to the cloth. Except, it wasn't catching fire.

"See this? It's not catching fire! Nothing BURNS in this place! They don't even need firemen!"

"Would you calm down?" I asked.

Big mistake.

"Did you just tell me to calm down again?" Penny hissed.

"No," I lied.

"You did. Don't lie to me."

However, there was a noise, and the entire hallway fell silent. Something happened, something that I've never seen happen in this black and white city.

One of the girls dropped the ball.

"Don't touch it," someone said.

"Get back. Get back," another voice spoke.

Everyone in the hallway began backing away from the ball like it was made of poison. Then the bell rang and the kids began to walk towards their classes, while making sure they didn't come within five feet of the ball.

"I have to go," Penny scoffed, walking away.

"Ugh, I need my pencil," I said to myself, going to my desk in my classroom and grabbing my lone pencil.

However, I froze. The pencil also wasn't black and white anymore. It was blue. Or as Mr. Peabody would say, 'real blue'.

"Okay class!" said the teacher. "We're going to continue our lessons about the geography of Brooklyn!"

Oh great. Another day in paradise.

So the world is beginning to change, and it's becoming more noticeable. That's all I really have to say. Reviews are appreciated.