Before I was called to the office, my day was pretty nice. I enjoy first days. You usually have nothing to learn or study and all you do do is sit around, day-dreaming. Splendid. I'm happy with that, but only for one day. Then it gets old. Its like a small Christmas, and you get one gift. The gift of time to drift into a galaxy, or your mind. I've always wanted to be part of a galaxy. Not like a planet or anything big like that, only to savor the feeling of carrying all these parts of something and being distant. Yes, Distant.
I'm really off topic. So, my first class was strange. I thought it was kinda fun though. The teacher was talking about how each of us would take an element to use and see how it will interact with our souls. I wanted to see how that would go over. Everyone was quiet, and peaceful. This was abnormal for a class so big.
The math teacher was a softie. I feel a little bad for saying that but she was really shy and too timid to be mean. I knew we were going to have an amazing time in math. She just about started talking about classroom rules, (BORING), when I was called to the office. You should know that part.
I just started remembering because, well I'm awake. In an all white room. It smelt just like a mixture of a doctor's office and a psychologist couch. The worst part was this is a torture device. I'm not kidding. White rooms with no sound or life around will literally drive someone crazy. Knowing this, I tried to keep my cool. I didn't want to become crazy again.
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The One Word Theory
Science FictionA boy who lives in the dark An animated girl full of life A boy with humble beginnings The silent screamer A grey eyed girl with two sides The only real fighters in an endless battle against one of their pasts.
