So, this is the fiction I have been working on for a while. I hope you guys like it, and feel free to give critique.
Special thanks to DNA, who helped me a lot with fixing up this chapter(and probably the future others.
Oh an yes. I will be taking advantage of spoiler tags.
Chapters:
Nice to Meet You(below)
How Are You Doing?
Not So Good
I wake up to see the usual things. The two beds, night stand, and green walls. In ways, it relieves me, in others, it makes me sad. I turned to the side and pull off my blankets as I grab my glasses. I look around to see that my roommate, Margaret, is still asleep. That figures. Margaret was the kind of student who didn’t just go to parties for celebration, or even just once a week. Margaret goes to parties every night. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t dropped out of college yet. I pick myself out of bed and grab a towel.
After washing up, my day is all planned out. I’ll get some breakfast, have some classes, head for lunch, and then I’ll be home free.
I grab my foldable bike, which first looks like a jumble of parts, but comes together like an elastic puzzle. I made it with some help from my Robotics teacher. Yah, it’s no driver’s license, but I can handle it. I never got around to learning how to drive. Not having a mom or dad kind of takes that out of the equation.
Once I get outside I ride to the local breakfast place, and have a quick meal including strawberries, biscuits, and sausage. I wolf it down then take a quick sip of orange juice. By the time I finish breakfast and ride to the university, it’s roughly seven o’clock. That means I still have forty minutes to spare until I would have to head for class. I don’t know why I rush so much in the mornings. I guess I get eager for free time.
I walk to the park nearby and sit on the bench. The park is like a little castle. It has two towers, with stairs leading to the top of each, and a slide on both on them. Between the two towers, there are ways to get across: monkey bars and a tunnel. The tunnel is hung in the air, and make of plastic. I guess kids can crawl through it to get to one tower or the other. Around each tower on the ground is a moat, filled with sand and toy crocodiles. There were also some swings on the side of the left tower.
Only a father and his son were at the playground. The boy appeared to be five years old, and the dad looked to be in his early twenties. Maybe he isn’t his dad. Maybe it’s a babysitter or something.
I bring out my book and begin to read. I stop a few times to watch the dad/babysitter push the boy on the swings, hold him while the boy was testing the monkey bars, and sometimes tickle him on the ground. Yes, the dad/babysitter is cute, but I am definitely too shy to make a move to talk to him.
After some time I hear crying. I looked up to see the little boy was stuck on top of the plastic tunnel, and the dad/babysitter was trying to get him down, but every time he got on to reach the boy, the tunnel sunk dangerously low. I guess they built the playground for only small kids. I look down at myself and see my petite stature. I am still very light, despite my age and diet. I walk up to the tower and ask the babysitter if it's okay if I can pick the boy up and bring him down. He quickly nods and explains to the boy that I am going to help him get down.
I climb to the tunnel, sitting on top, and test it to see if it sinks as I move. It didn’t. I’m not sure what causes children to get on the top of tunnels instead of inside them. These heights are scary.
I cautiously crawl to the boy, and pick him up and put him behind me. Now that we are positioned back-to-back, I scoot backwards until he reaches the end of the tunnel and reaches the babysitter’s arms. Then I drop myself to the platform and stand beside the two.
“Thank you!” the dad/babysitter exclaims, holding out his hand. I shake it.
“No problem, just helping out,” I nervously reply. This was the bad side of helping out. Meeting new people wasn’t exactly my favorite activity.
“My name is Leo, and that was a close one, thanks.” He grins at the kid as he set him to the floor. The kid runs off and begins to play in the sandbox.
“My name’s Emily.”I continued. He didn’t say anything, so I kept talking “So…babysitting isn’t all it’s made out to be, right?” I could slap myself for attempting to continue the conversation.
He looks confused for a second, then shakes his head and smiles. “No, this is my little brother, Stanley.”
I laugh nervously and say “Oh! Well…see yah later!” I run away before the conversation can continue.
Gosh! Why do I have to be so anti-social?! I thought. I walked into the university, even though I still had ten minutes before I really needed to walk to class. Soon I realized that I forgot my book at the playground. I figured that it was better to leave it there than to run into Leo again and try to make conversation. Maybe it would be there later. I played with my phone for a bit, sitting outside of the classroom, before Ms. Delitrott walked to the door and unlocked it.
“You always come so early, Emily. Why?” She asks.
“Well, I don’t really have much else to do beyond going to school.” I nervously mumble, scratching the back of my head.
“Job?” she implies.
“Online,” I simply respond, trying to end the conversation with short answers.
“Wow, very nice.” She raises an eyebrow and blows the hair out of her face. I think Ms. Delitrott is the youngest teacher I ever had. She is very smart, and skipped several grades. I like her because she always wore these weird outfits and made her class fun by using humor. Before I had her as a teacher, I hated math. Now, it’s different.
I walk in the room and sit at my desk. I look down to see the similar inscriptions on the desk from past students. Most of the inscriptions are either inappropriate or not legible enough to read.
Twenty minutes later, more students pile in. At eight o’clock, Ms. Delitrott closes the door and begins class.
The rest of the day seems to flow right by. It’s only the morning that really drags on. When I’m learning in school, it seems as though I can’t take in enough. I love college.
After my classes are over, I head outside and set up to ride. After noon, I have the day to myself. I love college schedules. I head for some takeout, and take it with me to downtown. I pull up to the subway station and input my card to get in. I leave my bike against the wall and walk down to Railway #327. I know it won’t get stolen.
No one else is waiting for the train to come. I am alone. After a few minutes of waiting, the train comes to a screeching halt and opens its doors. It’s empty inside, and I sit in a seat and begin eating my food. I finish quickly, eating lightly. I stand up to hold on to the handle, even though I have plenty of room to sit down.
The train heads into an unlit tunnel. I feel it. I feel the way my body twists form, and how the brick in the walls changes into modern metal. How the train has grown extra seats for smaller creatures. And how I look at my hand again and it’s a slightly different shade. The train exits the tunnel and stops. It opens the doors and I am welcomed to the new world.
I am a Traveler.
Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!
Special thanks to DNA, who helped me a lot with fixing up this chapter(and probably the future others.
Oh an yes. I will be taking advantage of spoiler tags.
Chapters:
Nice to Meet You(below)
How Are You Doing?
Not So Good
I wake up to see the usual things. The two beds, night stand, and green walls. In ways, it relieves me, in others, it makes me sad. I turned to the side and pull off my blankets as I grab my glasses. I look around to see that my roommate, Margaret, is still asleep. That figures. Margaret was the kind of student who didn’t just go to parties for celebration, or even just once a week. Margaret goes to parties every night. It’s a wonder that she hasn’t dropped out of college yet. I pick myself out of bed and grab a towel.
After washing up, my day is all planned out. I’ll get some breakfast, have some classes, head for lunch, and then I’ll be home free.
I grab my foldable bike, which first looks like a jumble of parts, but comes together like an elastic puzzle. I made it with some help from my Robotics teacher. Yah, it’s no driver’s license, but I can handle it. I never got around to learning how to drive. Not having a mom or dad kind of takes that out of the equation.
Once I get outside I ride to the local breakfast place, and have a quick meal including strawberries, biscuits, and sausage. I wolf it down then take a quick sip of orange juice. By the time I finish breakfast and ride to the university, it’s roughly seven o’clock. That means I still have forty minutes to spare until I would have to head for class. I don’t know why I rush so much in the mornings. I guess I get eager for free time.
I walk to the park nearby and sit on the bench. The park is like a little castle. It has two towers, with stairs leading to the top of each, and a slide on both on them. Between the two towers, there are ways to get across: monkey bars and a tunnel. The tunnel is hung in the air, and make of plastic. I guess kids can crawl through it to get to one tower or the other. Around each tower on the ground is a moat, filled with sand and toy crocodiles. There were also some swings on the side of the left tower.
Only a father and his son were at the playground. The boy appeared to be five years old, and the dad looked to be in his early twenties. Maybe he isn’t his dad. Maybe it’s a babysitter or something.
I bring out my book and begin to read. I stop a few times to watch the dad/babysitter push the boy on the swings, hold him while the boy was testing the monkey bars, and sometimes tickle him on the ground. Yes, the dad/babysitter is cute, but I am definitely too shy to make a move to talk to him.
After some time I hear crying. I looked up to see the little boy was stuck on top of the plastic tunnel, and the dad/babysitter was trying to get him down, but every time he got on to reach the boy, the tunnel sunk dangerously low. I guess they built the playground for only small kids. I look down at myself and see my petite stature. I am still very light, despite my age and diet. I walk up to the tower and ask the babysitter if it's okay if I can pick the boy up and bring him down. He quickly nods and explains to the boy that I am going to help him get down.
I climb to the tunnel, sitting on top, and test it to see if it sinks as I move. It didn’t. I’m not sure what causes children to get on the top of tunnels instead of inside them. These heights are scary.
I cautiously crawl to the boy, and pick him up and put him behind me. Now that we are positioned back-to-back, I scoot backwards until he reaches the end of the tunnel and reaches the babysitter’s arms. Then I drop myself to the platform and stand beside the two.
“Thank you!” the dad/babysitter exclaims, holding out his hand. I shake it.
“No problem, just helping out,” I nervously reply. This was the bad side of helping out. Meeting new people wasn’t exactly my favorite activity.
“My name is Leo, and that was a close one, thanks.” He grins at the kid as he set him to the floor. The kid runs off and begins to play in the sandbox.
“My name’s Emily.”I continued. He didn’t say anything, so I kept talking “So…babysitting isn’t all it’s made out to be, right?” I could slap myself for attempting to continue the conversation.
He looks confused for a second, then shakes his head and smiles. “No, this is my little brother, Stanley.”
I laugh nervously and say “Oh! Well…see yah later!” I run away before the conversation can continue.
Gosh! Why do I have to be so anti-social?! I thought. I walked into the university, even though I still had ten minutes before I really needed to walk to class. Soon I realized that I forgot my book at the playground. I figured that it was better to leave it there than to run into Leo again and try to make conversation. Maybe it would be there later. I played with my phone for a bit, sitting outside of the classroom, before Ms. Delitrott walked to the door and unlocked it.
“You always come so early, Emily. Why?” She asks.
“Well, I don’t really have much else to do beyond going to school.” I nervously mumble, scratching the back of my head.
“Job?” she implies.
“Online,” I simply respond, trying to end the conversation with short answers.
“Wow, very nice.” She raises an eyebrow and blows the hair out of her face. I think Ms. Delitrott is the youngest teacher I ever had. She is very smart, and skipped several grades. I like her because she always wore these weird outfits and made her class fun by using humor. Before I had her as a teacher, I hated math. Now, it’s different.
I walk in the room and sit at my desk. I look down to see the similar inscriptions on the desk from past students. Most of the inscriptions are either inappropriate or not legible enough to read.
Twenty minutes later, more students pile in. At eight o’clock, Ms. Delitrott closes the door and begins class.
The rest of the day seems to flow right by. It’s only the morning that really drags on. When I’m learning in school, it seems as though I can’t take in enough. I love college.
After my classes are over, I head outside and set up to ride. After noon, I have the day to myself. I love college schedules. I head for some takeout, and take it with me to downtown. I pull up to the subway station and input my card to get in. I leave my bike against the wall and walk down to Railway #327. I know it won’t get stolen.
No one else is waiting for the train to come. I am alone. After a few minutes of waiting, the train comes to a screeching halt and opens its doors. It’s empty inside, and I sit in a seat and begin eating my food. I finish quickly, eating lightly. I stand up to hold on to the handle, even though I have plenty of room to sit down.
The train heads into an unlit tunnel. I feel it. I feel the way my body twists form, and how the brick in the walls changes into modern metal. How the train has grown extra seats for smaller creatures. And how I look at my hand again and it’s a slightly different shade. The train exits the tunnel and stops. It opens the doors and I am welcomed to the new world.
I am a Traveler.
Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!
