Once upon a time in a long lost land there lived a young man who realized in a very unfortunate and sudden event that life was not a fairy tail. You see, the story kinda goes like this:
One gorgeous morning on the planet Avaria the sun and the clouds made a radiant orange pink glow to the fall leaves which are dull yet contrasting colors of black and pastel blues and purples, as his alarm clock started beeping 15 year old Aden quickly reached over and smacked the off button then returned to packing for his trip. He was so excited he woke up several hours early. After he was finished he went to the bathroom to brush his choppy layered black hair that dropped to his shoulders, looking at himself in the mirror, his candy apple green eyes twinkling with anticipation, he went over his check list in is head and agreed with himself that he had everything he needed. He went back into his room, painted walls of green and blues, a thick shag carpet that is red and an orange and black lava lamp that is in a twisted shape sitting on his writing desk next to his bed. His room was a mess thanks to his packing, he looked at it in dismay as he is a ralitivly neat person but he just doesn't have time to clean it before he leaves, sighing at his mess he notices the time on the alarm clock now on the floor and quickly grabs his duffle bag and jogs down the upstairs hall and to the steps. As he reaches the steps he tripped over the arm strap on his bag and fell. Next thing he knows he somehow ended up on the bag and was riding it down the stairs one.. Bump.. At.. A.. Time... "whew" he said as he reached the bottom "That was close! And strangely pleasurable..."
The End
