Stories of how the realms began

Normal Day

The halls were bare, silent and still. The school was huge and unforgiving as much high-schools were. The I walked outside the dimly lit hallways, the bell making an awfully, cheerful noise. They changed it as soon as the school year started, for what reason, i don't know. I push the heavy metal doors, making a horrific creak as the metal springs push against the force of my hand. I'm greeted by the sun, shining brightly into my eyes, causing a glare in my glasses. I dismiss the glare as i get shoved out of the way by my passing class mates; " i guess they couldn't wait long enough for my eyes to adjust.." I thought to myself. Life was dull for me, i wore all black as to not draw attention to my interests, to hopefully make me seem unnoticed until the school year ended. Not being noticed was one of the few things I'm good at. But another one was mechanics, though, no one knew. I had a few friends i suppose, though I always had that lingering thought that they might get sick of me one day and tell me to shove off and never see them again.i grew aware that one day i wouldn't be needed by them, so I never got attached. I hope that doesn't hurt their feelings, though it might. I looked at the horizon, the green grass lines the ground through the small hills and dips in the land, unfortunately, as well as the grass covers the land; so do streets and cars. Making awful smells and loud noises. I hated loud noises. But no one knew i suppose, plus i can't get mad at them for owning a car, it's just the world now. I'm thrown out of my thoughts as the tip of my shoe collides with a lip in the concrete and careen towards the ground. Thwomp .

My binders go flying and papers scatter and cascade, finally drifting to the concrete as well as I did. I grimace at the sudden sharp pain towards my knee caps. I look around noticing no one saw, I sat up and brushed my short black hair out of my view. I grip my knee and only see a small indent of the rocks in my black Jeggings. I take a deep breath, "great" i whisper under my breath. I hear a car horn and my eyes pierce the air, pointing straight towards a white van, seeing my father in the front seat. " even better...". I quickly grabbed my papers, my nails scraping against the concrete as I shovel all of my things in my arms. I stand upright, my knees popping with a sickening crack. I walk over to the van and open the door, the handle making a soft click against my fingers. I fling the door open and am greeted with the lovely waft of crisp air conditioning, it making all the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end. I toss my binders and papers into the car floor, sighing as the weight leaves my forearms. " Hi Kiddo! Where you too heavy and couldn't gravity to handle you?" my dad says with a chuckle. " I guess.." I said, looking at him, his crinkly folded upper brow, and white speckled goatee, wearing a green, burned hole covered shirt and that old black, loud , watch.

I climb into the seat and close the door, making a small slam as the door locks into place. The wonderful, refreshing cold air hits against my glasses and into my hair and skin, making my body feel like I've been blessed by jack frost himself. " ready to go home?" my dad uttered, a small smile draping across is tanned face. " of course! Its Friday!" I exclaimed, falsely of course.

" so what do you have planned for the weekend? Any cool parties to go to ?" my dad stated, chuckling at his own voice. Realizing how much his voice plagued my eardrums i quickly responded, hoping that after that i could just enjoy the cool air. " No, just tinkering on my personal project." I replied, smiling internally as my project is almost done! " what is that silly thing anyways? Is it one of those hologram things that nerds like?" he laughed to himself. " I guess that's what it is, " I replied. The vans breaks whine as we pull up to my house and the car stops. My face crinkles as the crisp air stops and I'm met with the hot air of the outside world. " we are here!" my dad yells.

I didn't respond, and opened the door, leaving the car and entering my house.