Chapter 1
You wake up with sweat pouring down your face and screams running out of your mouth. It was one of those dreams, the nightmares that scare you to death but you can't ever remember them. One of those. But not being able to remember something wasn't ironic. And most definitely NOT cool. You shake the dream off and get dressed.
Your name is Dave Strider and today is your first day of school. You are one of the 1000 'special' people 'chosen' for Skaia high, the most acclaimed and hard to get into school. You like to tell yourself that you got into Skaia for your ironic wiles, though you didn't.
You live with your Bro, Dirk, who's apartment is literally covered in swords and puppets. Those puppets. They are most likely the root of the nightmare you just had. Then you'd thank The Lord of dreams for allowing you to forget those puppets. Your Bro is the coolest and most ironic guy you know, besides yourself, of course.
Skaia high is in a remote place in Oregon, with first class dorms and classrooms, the place is funded by the extremely well known Crocker inc. which owns MANY companies and premesises. You live in Texas, so your Bro is going to drive you to the airport to get to Oregon.
You arrive at the airport, and after going through security and such, you sit down in one of the first class seats, because Skaia pays for flights. You absorb yourself in the chair and plug in your earbuds, listening to your favorite music (which you made of course). You fall asleep, and begin to dream.
Running. Again. You tend to run a lot, it's sort of your thing. You hate to say that you enjoy it, because you loathe it. Running is all they make you do. And when you aren't running, you're being tested in even worse ways.
You arrive at a large door, which means that you either got through the labyrinth OR you just found your way back to the beginning again. Hopefully it wasn't the latter.
You gulp and hold the doorknob, scared of what lies ahead of you. You twist it, ever so slightly, and yank it open.
And then you found yourself in a testing room.
The door slams behind you and a figure stands there. It's presumably a female, with long dark hair and pink glasses. She looked like HER. The one who made you. But she wasn't. She was smiling cheerfully and held out a hand.
"Hi! I'm Feferi! Pleased to meet you!"