My parents disappeared when I was four,
And the Flashbacks started when I was six.
Now, at sixteen years old, I know my whole life would change,
All because of that flashback.
I live in one of the most boring places you could imagine- a retirement home. As you could imagine, I started living here with my Gramps ever since my parents disappeared- over 12 years ago, when I was four. And cut the sympathy, I don't need it. My name? Alfred Owen, and I live in downtown Florida, but not for long, I expect.
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I wake up to a bright Monday morning, ready to face my Grandma with courage and grit.
"Al! Come down here young man!"
"Yes, Grandma... (ugh- school!)"
"You are getting out of this house, and I mean now!"
(Cue kicking butt sound and door closing)
Okay, that failed. But on the brighter side, it wasn't as bad as yesterday. So... School. Honestly, I just don't see the point in wasting good money in learning (cramming) useless topics, like the parts of a human's eye, or how to do cartwheels. But my grandparents just don't seem to get that, and thus, I have to endure a long, sucky walk from the middle of nowhere to school in ten minutes. Welcome to my life.
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Fortunately or not, the quickest way to high school is through a cemetery, which apart from having a bunch of dead people, is over-run by drug addicts and smokers (Don't smoke children! Smoking Kills! Now that we have gotten that out of the way, let's continue)- basically a very creepy place which couldn't have said "Enter at your own risk" in a better way. But I am running late, so gotta risk it (Something I know I will regret later).
As soon as I enter the graveyard, I notice something is wrong. It's empty (except for you know- the dead), and my peripheral vision is giving me a hint that I am being followed- and I am taking it. I turn around and I see them- Masked men in tuxes (Why is it always tuxes? Didn't stick around for an answer though). I run as fast as my legs would carry me- which is not much, considering I'm asthmatic (Thanks, mom.). I suddenly start feeling blue. I can see spots, and my vision is getting blurry.
"Not a flashback, not now!"
I can see the ground under me slipping, my chaser's nearing in... and then, the World goes dark.
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