Story Land

Chapter 1 Part 1

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful day; that was for sure: the sun was shining, the birds were singing, the trees were swaying, and all that good stuff. I was sitting in my favorite class, creative writing, and our teacher, Ms. Tenium had decided that, since today was so beautiful, we should go outside to free write. But before we could begin, there was a short (yeah, right) presentation that was mandated by our principle. She was incredibly strict, and got mad for the slightest things. We all thought our teacher was a Russian Serb in disguise, getting revenge for us taking her independence. (A/N I don't have anything against Russians...promise.) But for the life of me, I couldn't focus. I was too far gone.

I have already told you that I get lost inside books, but what I have failed to mention thus far is that I can also fall into my writing. I love, love, love to write, and when an idea comes into my head, it plays like a movie, and I can hear the words that I would write and the feelings of the scene rip through me. Some of my friends say that when that happens, I mutter the words under my breath, and anyone who is listening knows what is going on in my head. I call it being 'stuck in Story Land.' Where the stories come alive, and I just have to write it down. The ideas are only one part of my Story Land, but I'll get to the rest of it later.

So there I was, lost in Story Land. I had to write down what I was seeing, but I was just enough aware of the world that I could rationalize that I was going to be in humongous trouble if I started to write in the middle of this oh, so important presentation. To be honest, I didn't even know what it was about, and it had started at least 10 minutes before I was sent into my world. I would catch a word here or there, but as soon as she said "pigs," I was gone (Don't even ask me how pigs got into this. I am just as confused as the next person.) And you might think, "How can the word 'pigs' give someone an idea that would launch them into a far off land of fantasy?" Well, let me tell you. Have you ever heard the expression "When pigs fly?" If you haven't, now would be a good time to wake up to the real world. GOOD MORNING! Isn't this world a great place to be?

Anyways, I was thinking of that expression. And I thought about everything that could entail. It could mean a lot more. "When pigs fly, when the world erupts, when I save the world..." it could all mean the same really. And a lot of shit is gonna happen when that comes around. So, that was what I was seeing. All that shit, all those problems, all happening at once. Not all of it was exactly nice, or something you would want to be thinking about on such a gorgeous day.

As I began to float back into the real world where everyone else seemed to live except me, I saw my best friend Abby giving me a look, as if she knew exactly where I was.

I looked around and noticed just how far gone I had been this time when I finally let go of this world: everyone was writing in their notebooks, or typing on their laptops, already deep into their free write. Trying to attract as little attention to myself as possible, I pulled out my laptop and unlocked it. I preferred to write by hand, but when the ideas in my head went too fast for my hand, I tended to skip words and loose the meaning of my writing. When my brain was shooting the ideas this quickly, I needed to type, because, as some people said, I typed at the speed of lightning, because I could get the thoughts out quicker.

I was writing and writing, completely absorbed and not aware of passing time. I was typing away at my keys, when all of a sudden I felt someone hit me on the back. I grabbed my laptop and swung it behind me, knocking it into whoever had hit me.

"What the hell Adri!" screamed a very familiar voice. Abby. Oops.

"Sorry Abby, didn't realize it was you. I was kinda lost in my own world." I said, cringing a little bit, waiting for her to explode. She really loses it sometimes. But not in a mean, violent way. Just plain loses it.

I like to think of my friends in terms of weather. I have four friends who I am super close with: Abby, Gemma, Kacy, and Tami. Abby is a tornado. She comes in to your life, moving quickly, and turning everything in her path upside down. You can never tell when she's gonna hit. Gemma is a sun shower. She is a really happy person generally, but at the same time she is depressed. It doesn't sound possible, but it is. Kacy is a hurricane. She is really...destructive. And she has a calm period that always happen right before she really blows up, like the eye of the hurricane. And Tami is a perfect day. Shining sun, singing birds...kind of like today. Happy, and making everyone else happy.

But Abby didn't go off. I think she really understands my problem with losing myself in stories and not knowing what goes on around me. And she knows that I have slightly violent reflexes. Never sneak up behind me.

"Never mind, Adri. But class is over, and if you don't hurry your ass up, we are going to be incredibly late." She looked at her watch, scrunched up her face and said, "Scratch that, we are already incredibly late. Dude, this means detention of Friday. This is the third time this week we have been late to the same class this week. You need to control your...world switching....before we have detention EVERY WEEK like last year, and have absolutely no social life." Having a social life is very important to Abby. We aren't exactly what you would call popular, but we have friends in a lot of different groups, and many people like us.

I closed my laptop, putting it to sleep. I threw it into my bag, which I slung over my shoulder. I reached my arm up, and Abby grabbed it, helping me up. "Lazy child." I heard her mutter under her breath.

We ran to the main building, up the stairs, into our second period math class. I hated having math so early in the morning... but it's just as bad in the afternoon, so I guess it was better to get it out of the way so I could (sort of) enjoy the rest of my day.