From now on I record my life using my journal. Why? Because I don't see myself getting anywhere near a computer for a while. If you are seeing this well, congratulations. I'm not sure what else to say. Today I did the same routine: got to school early, opened door, you know the rest. I looked at the triangles anxiously. Eventually I summoned up the courage to put my entire body through one. After going through, I took a long hard look at my surroundings. The room looked the same, except for the fact that the colour of the light coming from the triangles was now purple. "Woah", I thought to myself. I was walking around the room when I was suddenly interrupted by a loud screeching sound that was like the sound of a piece of chalk being scraped across a blackboard.
Upon hearing this I covered my ears and kneeled down on the ground. The sound went on for about five minutes. When it was over I let out a loud sigh. That was a mistake. Just after I sighed I looked around the room and saw to my left two shadowy figures making their way towards me. Upon seeing this I rubbed my eyes for about 6 seconds (really specific number, I know). When I looked again I saw these shadowy figures right in front of me and I noticed that they were wearing black cloaks. I tried to see their faces but it was too dark. I eventually felt the cold but yet burning feel of one of their hands on my shoulders (like dry ice). I tried to slap the thing off but it had an iron grip. I was way too frightened to utter anything more than a single gasp. It's hand slowly made it's way to the top of my head and as it was making it's way I could feel myself losing all sense of stimuli in my body, only before blacking out.
That was the last thing I remembered before waking up in this weird room. The room is about the size of your average classroom. All of the four walls surrounding me including the ceiling and floor where plain white. There was no furniture, no windows and no doors. Just a plain white room that could drive the most sane person up the wall. Ironically it reminded me of a psychiatric facility more than anything (even though it had no padding). So I guess I'm gonna be stuck here for a while. Thankfully I still have my school bag with me and more importantly my journal.
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Just The Regs
FantasyNameless protagonist embarks on an intergalactic adventure through space with a bunch of memorable and quirky characters... SIKE! There really isn't much to this. It's just a regular run of the mill journal entry story... thing. Ya know Just The Reg...
