***Beep Beep Beep***
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***Beep Beep Beep***
The angering sound rings loudly through your room. With closed eyes you reach over to slam your hand against the alarm, silencing the wretched machine. Shortly after the sound ceases the memories of your 'dream' rush back to your thoughts as a headache takes over. Shaking hands reach your head as you tighten your grip with clenching eyes; this doesn't seem like a headache anymore. In any case, the pain and confusion is enough to wake you for the upcoming day. After waiting a few moments for your head to clear you manage to stand and get dressed. Grabbing your bag and acquiring four Advil before going downstairs, because the prescribed amount never seems to work. On the fourth step your foot slips to the fifth as you catch yourself on the railing. A loud ring sounds in your ears and your surroundings distort in a red blur.
"Someone get the Mandrake Root!"
A familiar voice hollers.
"We can't keep sedating him."
"We don't have an option, Alice isn't back yet."
The voices fade into the ringing in your ears just as quickly as they had come. You shake your head in attempts to rid the thought and clear your head. This is ridiculous, things like this don't happen. Should you go to the hospital? No, not unless you want to go to Bedlam... Finally releasing from the safety of the stair rail you straighten yourself and adjust the weight of your bag.
Continue to school: chpt 33
Call in sick: chpt 35
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A Tale Not Yet Told (CYOA)
FantasyThough hungry minds gather to read, it is of great stride to announce that this story cannot be read, for it has yet to be writ. If however, you wish to embark on this adventure; may you continue it on your own. Be wary of the choices you make e'r...
