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The Insanity Begins

     Once upon a time. No, that won't work. One day. There we go. 

     One day a young boy by the name of James was sleeping in his bed. I don't know what he was dreaming about because that's creepy.  He was dreaming about sheep or some other fluffy white animal, Maybe a cat. This one very, very, not special young boy woke up from his childish dream in a startle. James was fifteen years old. That makes him not a young boy I guess. The young-ish boy by the name of James leapt out of bed and ran downstairs. his mother had called for him. she was a middle-aged woman, around forty or so, she had long red hair which was obviously not her natural hair colour. She wore a long black and red dress that came down to about mid shin. The boy named James wore, almost nothing. This gross young child had run downstairs in only his underwear. His mother had looked at him with a sense of confusion. She had no idea why he had come down in only his underwear and neither do I. His mother ushered him upstairs to get some clothes on and he ran back with a large sense of shame. The boy grabbed a black shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. He then proceeded to go back downstairs. Sorry, this is getting really boring so I'll just get to some plot development. 

       On this very non-special day, this very non-special boy went to school. He heard remarks on the bus like "emo-fag" and "goth kid". Little did they know, he didn't care. James was none of the titles people called him by, he just really liked the colour black. I don't blame him because it's a pretty nice colour. He got good grades and never complained. He didn't like his school, but he went anyway. The final class of the day just started and in this boys trigonometry class, they had an exam. The boy grabbed a pencil and got to work. He got all of the questions right except on the last question. When he couldn't figure it out he began to hear a small voice. 

     "It's c." The voice said. 

     The somewhat young boy didn't ask questions and circled c. 

     you might ask. Dear author, why is his test all multiple choice? And to that I say. I am the author and the test can be whatever I want it to be.

     Anyways. James' school day was over and he walked back home to avoid the patronizing voices of the bullies on his bus. However, he still heard a voice, but this time it wasn't the bullies. 

     "Turn left." The voice said as James came to a crossroads.

     Yet again James did not question and he turned left. Now, before we get to the interesting part I should probably describe James. Now, you may be wondering why I waited so long to describe the main character. The reason I took so long, is because he is not special in any way shape or form and thus, didn't need a description until now. We all know what James is wearing so I don't need to say that again. James is wearing a black shirt and skinny jeans. He has bright eyes. His left is green and his right is purple. James has a very defined jawline and he is very fit. He is not muscular but you can tell he has muscles. James has an acne free face, unlike most teenagers. James is also around five feet ten inches. So, other than his eyes, everything about James is average. 

     The voice in James' head led him to a dead end in an alleyway. Yet again James' hope for adventure was destroyed, but not by his parents this time. Suddenly a door opened in that dead end. A young-ish man, around twenty-five, greeted him. The man had a crew cut and he wore a really fancy suit. The man shook James' hand and when they touched James felt a fiery pain in his hand along with an electric sensation. It didn't hurt much but it was still painful. James was coaxed inside and the door slammed shut behind him. No, that door was nice. The door gently shut behind him. The room that James was in was more of a large warehouse with shelves lining every wall. Each shelf had wooden or cardboard boxes packed on each platform.