To The Reader – This book begins as an autobiography, into a complete work of fiction. Welcome to my world.
Prologue: It was Wednesday, I was ecstatic that my strenuous Drivers Education class was cancelled. So, I began to walk a mile and a half home (which, in some cases, seems easy to you possibly, but to me, not so much). Click, an idea popped in my head, so I pulled out my phone from my extremely tight pocket, and began to text my girlfriend, asking “Can you take me home?” She replied, “Hurry you’re ass over here.” So, being stupid and lazy, I declined. She was on the exact opposite side of my school, and I was at the stop sign by the church on Rainbow Road. As I began to walk through the intersection a bronze P.O.S. appeared, and began to roll down its windows. It was my friend Yvette, who luckily lives a few houses away from me, so as you may have figured, I got a ride. I was in shock… for one reason only. Yvette was driving me home, yet she is in my Driver’s Ed class. But, a ride was a ride. Besides, which would you rather pick? An hour and a half walk uphill, or a one and a half minute drive home? I thought so. A few minutes later we arrived at my… somewhat of a standard definition of a “home”.
The driveway was destroyed from three years ago. During the winter, ice covered the driveway (which I find odd because it’s a desert, and it snows like crazy) and my parents decided to use salt. Needless to say, it turned from solid concrete, to a half graveled sidewalk. Don’t get me wrong, I love my house, but as you can so easily see, things don’t get done quickly around here.
My daily routine has been the same for a while, walk inside, drop my bag off in the front room to the right side of my garage, and pass out on the couch watching either Ed, Edd, n’ Eddy or something previously recorded from a night or two before. Yes, I am a 16 year old who still watches cartoons, but I miss my youth already. Besides, who wouldn’t miss riding bikes, sleeping in, or recess? Anyway, as I always do, and said before, I passed out. An hour passed, and I was startled of the sound of the garage door opening. My mother was home. So, I stretched, attempted to rid of the after dreaming headache, and snagged the McDonalds bag off of the island. After eating, I began to reminisce about my dream.
There was a shadowy figure… attempting to destroy a world… my world… a world where my thoughts shaped the landscape, created a reality for me, an escape. Granted, this world wasn’t large. It was merely a combination of places I’ve visited. Picture it like the shopping district in Phoenix (Scottsdale), the tall buildings of Denver, the lights of Las Vegas, and the homes of my town, Albuquerque. Since it’s my reality, the utopia was linked by lights, connecting everything. Probably because I’ve been watching Tron: Legacy for the past few days, but it looked amazing. There was only one thing that didn’t have anything to do with our current world. There was a giant tower ascending into the sky. I’ve had this dream several times before. It always starts off the same. It begins on the outskirts of town, on a train, but instead, it’s a store. I exit the train, and look outside. I’m on the beach, and in the horizon, about a mile out, there is an island. I start walking into town; an enormous bridge leads into town, but something was different… as I walked through town, bits and pieces were destroyed. It was almost like someone was trigger happy in Minecraft and put a little too much TNT. The people were missing, there was fog and for the very first time, it began to rain.
Chapter I: The smell of McDonalds still filled the air. I looked at the clock, and it read 4:30. It felt as if I blinked, and the next second, I was upstairs in my room. I looked at the clock, and I blinked several times to make sure. 6:30. What had happened, I have no clue, but I felt ten times better and just said screw it. Then I realized, it was freaking 6:30. Which, in my house, means, in this order, my mother says “I have been calling you for a half hour” or “What are you doing?” So, I walk downstairs, and begin to be yelled at. Saying “Do your f...” well, let’s skip that part for now. So after the rant to finish my homework, I laughed. The reason you may be asking? Well, a few months back, she crossed the line. I won’t go into detail, but if you really want to know, email me later. Nevertheless, it’s been ugly since then. So, when a normal 16 year old boy gets pissed off, he rebels. After the usual, “yes mother” I’ll go upstairs, listen to the usual stress reliever by Atreyu, Avenged Sevenfold, or Green Day, and wash the stress away. Either that or I’ll go into the bathroom, and begin to sing, since I need to hide my iPod since I stole it back from my mother two months ago. 7:30, I finish relieving my stress, and go play my guitar in my gray room, with two TV’s that aren’t connected. Now, I’m no Synyster Gates, but I get by. Another hour passes, and I get bored. So I’ll normally turn on the radio, listen to 106.7, and by this time, Elise’s and my song has come on. Rocketeer – Far East Movement. Another half hour passes, and my mom yells “Let me see your homework!” So, as a leader of a rebellion, I jumped in the shower. By 10 or 11, I’m in bed. And began to go back to my world…
