The photographer's story (Danganronpa oc story)

A new beginning

  As I made my way out the door, I realized that this would be the first time in a while I was able to get away from my parents. My mom and dad aren't the best people in the world, nor the worst. Well, close to the worst. Ever since I was a child, they would abuse me for not being the 'perfect' son. I really didn't understand that. There was no such thing as the perfect person. All I was was a person who took pictures. Well, in their minds, Chris, the ultimate high school level photographer should be famous. I wish I was, but that's just a fairy tale. Which aren't real.

  From a distance, I saw the shadow of a huge building. This building was huge. As I got closer and closer, the building looked like a lab (even though it was a school). It was dark brown with many windows. When I mean 'many' I don't mean just five, I mean about fifty or something! There was this brownish fence surrounding it.

  As I stood at the gate, I began to get mix feelings about this place. One, would the other students like me? Two, would I even fit in? Finally...why does this place feel familiar? I decided to shrug that last question off and decide it was just da za Vu. Maybe I've seen this school in a dream. As I took my first step to my new school, I became dizzy. I dazzled back and forth. Finally, I fell to the ground. Darkness...was all I saw.

To be continued...