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Mystery Mew.
Mana, the mysterious mystery boy, walked down the hallway to his next class, looking at his sides. Mana was a pretty nice boy, at 13 years of age, with the usual school uniform of plaid greed jeans with a white shirt, the left sleeve donning the school logo, and some white shoes. He was tall, stout and a little on the heavy side, but nonetheless, he got around quickly. Back to were we left off, he was walking down the seemingly barren hallway, when he felt an intense pain in his abdomen. A few seconds after, his vision started clouding up with blots of red. His white clothes now contrasted with the red spot on the center of the shirt. He collapsed on the floor, now unable to remain standing. In a few hours, it was too late. He was deceased. Beforehand, he saw a figure, running. It also had red, but in much smaller quantities.
(Switching to first person.)
I awoke, feeling particularly lighter than my previous conscience. I asked myself: “Is this heaven? Because it just looks like my school's bathroom.” I just got up, and tried to find my books, but to no avail. I just headed off to my designated class, which was Biology. Once I entered the room, I didn't notice I never opened the door. Blowing it off as it being an act done automatically , I sat down at my designated seat. As the teacher was droning on about sporozoans, I raised my hand to ask her what is the meaning of Plasmodium Vivax. She seemed to ignore me, not even glancing in my direction. Weird, I though, almost ready to pop my arm off from the strain of keeping it upright. But nothing. Si, i got infuriated enough, and stood up. I acted the fool by......Dancing?
Still no response from the teacher, who was now in cillia. Fed up with her, i went to the blackboard and wrote, albeit with much difficulty:
LISTEN!
What happened next was the most unexpected reaction that I thought possible.
The whole mass of people stared in shock. The teacher even seemed to be having a heart attack.
I watched the classroom empty out, and screaming down the hallway, downstairs. I followed, but took the time to check in the mirror if something was wrong with my face. It seemed to be missing......and so was my body. I was just a shadow on the round, but i didn't see my figure. Suddenly, all the pieces came together. The difficulty of picking up the chalk. The ignoring. Going through the door.
It seemed i was black ectoplasm, a form of entity.
 Hernan Cortez · Thu Feb 28, 2008 @ 08:40pm · 1 Comments |
