Hello again, mah peepz! How's it going? Hope you had a great day.

But most importantly, hope you enjoy reading this!

Everyone shall think about the environment, you know what I mean? If you don't well, let me explain.

There was this big envelope, about the size of a long folder. You opened that envelope, out comes a big paper. It was the size of a long bond paper. Then you unfold that letter.

You read it only to realize it was a little short. It was short that I only read five words.

Dear May,

Tell Luke to be careful

-Anonymous

Whoever this Anonymous person is, he probably should think first before writing letters. Of course, I would be careful. Why won't I be? Aside from that, I would like to tell that person thank you very much for that wonderful letter that would surely help me with what I am planning. Yes. I would remember to be careful, thank you for your concern.

Gee. Like I would want to be careless with this runaway plan.

Not to mention that he actually think that my mom would read that letter.

And so, I crumpled the crappy paper and throw it in the air. It dropped in the sidewalk, not twenty feet away from me.

"Hmph." I picked up my bag and slung it again on my shoulder. Weird. It was heavier. I looked around me, deciding where to go. It was almost late afternoon but it was hard to tell because the sun was covered with clouds it looked like it was going to rain.

Just then, a breeze passed through me. Then it blew the paper away. The paper moved faster than I could imagine. I noticed the paper getting smaller. No. That's not it. It was actually turning to dust. After that, it flew with the wind.

That was weird and creepy. Much creepier than my mom and that's saying a lot.

But again, my curiosity overpowered me and I walked toward the direction the paper turned to nothing.

Despite the weight of my bag, I still didn't check it out. I was too interested on the world I was about to face.

Walking to the east, I didn't look back behind me.

…

After walking for like, a lot of miles, I finally reached my destination.

The playground. This wasn't exactly the right place to settle but it was a lot better than my house. I mean, my mom's house. I ain't gonna go back there.

I went straight to the nearest playhouse. It was half the size of my bathroom but it was fine to me. Dropping my bag, I got into all-fours because you can't honestly fit inside if you don't do that. I slipped and I finally went it easily.

My brain told me that I needed sleep pretty badly so I decided to take a nap. Using my bag as the pillow, I lied down and closed my eyes.

…

A throne room was before me, it was grand and was sending me some bad emotions. Like I want to set things into fast-forward. It was difficult to move. My hands and feet seemed stuck.

Gray mist churned around the throne room, making me shiver, paralyzed. If this would continue any longer, I would scream. But as soon as I opened my mouth to do that, no sound was heard.

An invisible force seemed to extricate me from my difficulty as I finally had been able to raise my foot. Only to realize that the there was nothing to put my foot against but a dark pit stretching below me.

Too late to pull my foot back up, I fell down hundred feet below, screaming.

A voice echoed through the darkness, sending vibration through my system.

"Help me rise, my little hero." It boomed. The voice was old – No. that the type of voice grandparents has- It was old like ancient. Ancient and powerful.

The voice seemed to pull me closer to the abyss. I lost all my strength as I struggled to get free from that force.

The voice laughed a booming laugh, amused of my misery.

After that, the scene changed.

I was standing in the forest floor, it was raining, and a girl stood about two feet away from me. She was covered with mud, her eyes red with all the crying. Her hair was covered with twigs and sticking every direction possible. She was holding a stick.

She was hiding underneath a big tree to not get soaked as the rain poured. According to her facial features and my assumption, she was at least seven years old.

Her shoulders twitched as she muttered, "Help me, Father. Please."

A flash of lightning strikes the sky.

…

I woke with a start as I realized that it was also raining.

There was this annoying rhythm as the rain beat against the roof of the playhouse. Rubbing my eyes, I opened the little window. The dark was the thing that I saw.

Weird.

Somebody was knocking on the door, adding noise to the raindrops.

As soon as I opened the little door of the playhouse, something furry and smelly- emphasis on smelly- was waiting for me to go outside.

Thanks for reading, guys!

Who do you think was waiting for him?

LOL. It doesn't take a genius to guess who it is.

Peace out!

-Candace