Chapter 4-My first lesson taught by a dead one

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It took me some time to think,trying to picture any details i may have missed but i couldn't find any.At this point my mind was all cloudy and full of thoughts that i have never had,so i went for a walk.I love to walk at night but i only do it when the moon is out,as my mom calls me a artemis child,i can only think when the moon is out.Sadly the walk was no help and to make the situation more dreadful,dawn was approaching in a uplifting speed.Seeing the sun and the moon fight for the sky made me think of the story of how artemis and apollo and how they were so opposite.The question that i got from the twins is how old was mr.spellseeker and his brother,and were they opposite like artemis and apollo or very much alike? I started to walk back down the dark obsidian like road full of rolly pollies and blood red birds looking for crumbs that weren't their.I thought just maybe if i went back to sleep in time i could finish the dream but the same spirit that made its job to make me go to sleep,made it its job to keep me awake.

"Time goes by fast for ones who get lost in thoughts" is all i can here my grandma say(which was one of her favorite sayings).Before i entered my thoughts it was 5:07am,when i finished thinking it was 9:00am.I got up to get something to eat still wondering about the dream i had.But once again the dreadful happened.Lights were cut off,mom forgot to pay the bill.Don't lead to the conclusion that she has the money to pay the bill but has a bad mind.She is barely able to afford bread,so when i saw no lights on in the kitchen nor refrigerator then i knew what it was.I had seen it plenty of times,so i did like i normally do and grab my bag(which is always packed)and left.I know lots of people and the perception the receive is that i live a wonderful happy life full or all types of spiritual and material riches.I bet if half of them knew i don't always have water or electricity,or food then they would look at me different,but how can you live a life full of dreadful and terrible things that happen one after another and not kill yourself is the real question.The answer is make the outside world your fantasy world that you can carve.People are your toys that you watch and observe to understand how they work,give off a STORY of oddly wonders that no one but you and a few others can understand,that way when your crying yourself to sleep you can laugh about the things you did in your fantasy world because in reality it did happen only in a different way.

Were i was heading to i didn't know,but i was off some were.My old language teacher calls me a wonder man because i wonder were the wind smells different,i go to places i have never been just to explore.By the time i stop to take a breath i had made it to a forest that had two cross ways.Had this always been here,i didn't even know we had a forest here in Mysticora.Then i thought about the dream choices we had to make that were easy but hard,and that was my first lesson even though i didn't know.See i had started the quest once i talked to that odd man but i didn't know.The first lesson was how to make a choice-you should always pick the one you don't want to,why,because it gives you more wisdom.IF any,the pain or happiness teaches you more then the easiest way.We lose that at birth cause from that day choices were made for us and the easiest at that.

I choice to go to the right since i hate doing things the RIGHT way i am left handed so i do everything odd,but right just seemed more adventurous.Had i knew that that day was going to be the last time i see anyone in my town for along while i would have stayed at home in the dark,because not even 10 minutes down this small dirt path full of roots that even a golf cart couldn't fit, i saw my friends stand around in a circle looking at something.So i rushed over their to see what they were looking at,and i don't even blame them for not noticing me when i came over for the sight was dreadfully odd and had wondering questions on how it happen.

I saw someone i mention earlier dead and the death of them was murder but who and how?

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