Bryson's head was spinning.
He was confused for a moment, shifting and trying to find the right angle to get up.
He finally hoisted himself up, and shook his head, trying to realize what was going on.
He sighed as he remembered the events of last night.
He must've passed out when the twister had come.
His mom had to be worried sick.
He still hadn't found Lucky.
He could be dead at this point.. who knows with the tornado that just hit.
He let out a pathetic noise in defeat.
It was morning now, he could see the brightness creaking in from the holes that were in the ragged barn, the sun was very bright, he could hear the sound of birds chirping.
At least it will be nice outside...
He wondered what happened to his mom, he hoped she wasn't hurt too badly, usually his dad would settle down from that sort of stuff, but he was always a paranoid kid.
He groaned as he stood up, stretching his body, and popping his back.
He wouldn't mind his mom telling him not to do that at this time, he always took her for granted.
He felt like he wasn't loving enough, like he didn't care enough for his family the way he should, usually ignoring them, granted he had good reason, but he always felt he could make a better effort.
He paced the decaying barn, but then remembered he needed to get home, and now, he had already made a horrible choice by just running away, the police might even be looking for him.
But if that were true, they should've found him by now, the barn wasn't that far from his house anyways.
He yawned and decided to slowly walk out the barn, forcing himself to go back home.
He lazily pushed the door open, and then looked at his surroudnings and...
He gasped.
This was not Tennessee... the scenery here was gorgeous looking... he could hear the sounds of wild life, the whole place filled with a variety of colors, trees everywhere, he was in a field of some sort, with corn surrounding him.
He could see a lake.. it looked to be about a mile from here, but it looked amazing with the sun gleaming off of it, a multi-colored windmill was also standing a few feet from him.
He grinned, and his stomach turned, but in a good way.
He admired everything around him, but was bewildered... did the tornado really take him away to somewhere else?
His grin faded as he questioned just what the heck was going on.
He kept looking around, and started to walk out of the field, pushing the corn out of his way, and as he made his way to a fence, his eyes grew wide.
It was the yellow brick road...
Oz? But no... that's not possible.. wishful thinking.. this is just some cutesy thing someone decided to do... right?
This couldn't be.. Oz...
He climbed over the small fence, stepping down on the road.
His grin returned, it looked just like Oz.. and it was like he was walking down the yellow brick road...
It felt a bit strange.. the atmosphere.. the road he was walking on almost felt... rectangular?
He wasn't quite sure what it was, he couldn't put his finger on it.
He looked around and then started walking, scanning the area as he looked around.
It was amazing to look at, he couldn't stop looking at it, either, he loved it, he wanted to get home and all, but he couldn't help but want to walk slowly so he could look at it all...
There was various things around, various objects, places to rest.
He noticed a white.. bench?
He didn't know what to call it.. it was oddly built, but he noticed a very tall mountain in the background from it.
In fact, it was monstrous, almost absurd height.
A lot of things here were absurd... very bizzare and alien, there was a lot of stuff here that wasn't familar with him.
Still astonishing to look at, nonetheless.
He was beginning to worry.. he was walking for a while.. admiring everything until he decided to call for someone.
"Uh.. hello?" He asked loudly.
"Hello?!" He holored.
He decided to keep yelling until he finally got a response.
"Would you shut your mouth, kid?!"
The teenager turned around and searched for whoever that was...
"Uh... hello? Who was that?" He asked curiously.
"Right here, genius." It replied.
Bryson couldn't find the voice...
"Um... well I can't really find you..." He replied, getting sick of the voice's additude, but he was never one to stand up for himself.
"Oh wow, we've got a smarty over here!" It joked.
Bryson stuttered, not quite sure what to say.
"Okay.. but where am I... in... as in where am I in.. general?" Bryson asked, making awkard hand gestures.
The voice sighed and didn't reply, and as Bryson continued to scan the area in search of the voice, he came across a white sign post.
With... with a face?
It wasn't painted on either... at least it didn't look like it...
It's facial expression seemed to be changing.
Bryson stared at it, his mouth agape for what felt like a good year.
"What?" It asked impatiently.
Bryson tried to yell, or... well do anything.. make some type of noise... but he was stunned.. he just saw a sign post.. a SIGN POST.. speak.
"You... you talked..." He whispered.
"Geez kid, you sound like my parents when I first said "ma ma", what is with you kid? You're a strange little creature..."
Bryson shook his head in disbelief.
This is the thing that was making the smart remarks.
"Uh.. I..I." He stuttered.
"UH.. I... I.. DER DERRRR. Were you born yesterday kid? Is this some kinda joke? Did the Witch of the East come back and put a moron spell on you? Seriously, I'd rather throw a puppy in a wood chipper than talk to you anymore."
Bryson rolled his eyes and started to protest but then the sign growled and started to scream, before being covered by a hand.
Bryson looked at who it was, and it was a very small woman, with blonde hair, dressed in all blue, she was barley 4 foot tall, Bryson's 5'8 stature towering over her, she was probably a munchkin, Bryson thought to himself.
"Who are you ranting at today, hmm Jack?" She asked in a small voice.
"This kid! I swear, Donna, ever since you guys moved me to Munchkin Land, all I get is idiots, why am I even here? People had a much more difficult time finding where to go at that cornfield! Why can't you guys direct some people?!"
Donna smirked and sighed.
"Ja- or.. sorry... "Sign post..." she mocked, "I told you we only moved you here temporarily because of our.."
She looked at Bryson for a second then back to the sign post.
"Problem.." She muttered.
Sign Post sighed and rolled his eyes, "Look, whatever, just get this boy.. OUT OF MY FACE!" He screamed.
Bryson winced and stepped back, gently being carried away by the Munchkin.
"Excuse him... he's..." She looked back at him, he was ranting in the distance. "He's been.. very grumpy lately. Anywho, it's nice to meet you, what's your name, sweety?, I'm Donna."
"Bryson." He replied as they shook hands. "Now listen, Donna.. Umm... I'm not... from around here.. I'm from Tennessee... and I'm lost. I need to get back home." He explained.
"Tennessee? I've.. I've never heard of such a place... what's it like?" She asked.
He shrugged. "Nothing special, but I guess it could be worse..."
"Well Bryson, once I get Glinda or somebody over here, we'll get your problem sorted out. Until then.. welcome to Oz!"
Bryson's jaw dropped, he was pretty sure this wasn't real... but.. this had to be Oz... you don't see animontronics that good at Universal Studios, that sign post was talking.
"O...Oz?" He asked.
She nodded with a smile.
Bryson looked around and realized Munchkin Land was just a few feet away from him, a portion of it covered by trees, but he could still make out the minature houses and the yellow brick road, along with the swirl leading into the red brick road.
He grinned, his knees shaking.
He was in Oz.
He could deny it no longer.
That was Munchkin Land.
He fell to his knees and laughed.
He was in Oz.
The munchkin gave him a funny expression and he could hear the sign post in the distance.
"See, this kid's crazy!"