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Parallel Universe, RPG
I gaze out the splattering wet dreary window. I set my jaw, “Why again did we have to move here?” I ask, annoyed. “Because work moved your father and I here, go to your room!” She replies rolling her eyes at me, I notice. I stick my tongue out and walk away, mentally counting how many dreary things in the house. I stop counting, too...
I gaze out the splattering wet dreary window. I set my jaw, “Why again did we have to move
?” I ask, annoyed. “Because work moved your father and I here, go to your room!” She replies rolling her eyes at me, I notice. I stick my tongue out and walk away, mentally counting how many dreary things in the house. I stop counting, too many numbers. I hop on over my boring ugly dreary plain room. I jump onto my ugly bed and pick up the picture of my two best friends. “Why did you guys have to leave me?” I ask them, knowing full well that I left them. I throw it onto the floor, hearing the glass shatter. I walk through the glass pile and into the kitchen. “Dinner!” My dad says is his stupid sing-song voice. “This, this isn’t dinner!” I stick out my lower lip and glare at him. I rock back my chair and tilt it as far as it can go until, “CRASH!” I fall to the ground with the chair on top of me. “Don’t do that!” My mother’s sharp eyes glare at me. “I can do what I want to, and I want to starve.” My parents send me to my room and I go, gladly. On my through my room, I cut my right foot on the glass pile. Oh well, I’ll just clean it up tomorrow! I fall asleep, easily, thinking about how different it would be if my mother was nice. In the middle of the night, the stupid loud squeaking mice wake me from my beautiful dream. “What is it, rodents?” I ask them, almost expecting an answer. Their only reply is louder squeaks. I follow them out of bed, hoping to catch them. I chase them down the loud creaking stairs, wondering if the thumps woke mom and dad up. I gasp as I see a little door, slightly open. I have never seen it before! “Wow.” I mouth in awe. The mice only squeak louder, as if in protest of my amazement. “Alright, I’m coming!” I whisper, annoyed. They slide through the little crack in the door and disappear. I pull the miniature door open and jump in. Well, I tried to jump, but it was so small and close the ground that I kind of somersaulted. I paw through the bright tunnel on my hands and knees, excited to see my destination. I finally reach the end of the long tunnel. I see a door very much like the one I just came from. I frown and open it. Yes, this was what I thought I had left behind me. I eye the boring dreariness of the room I know so well. I hear noises in the kitchen, I decide to investigate. “Hello, darling!” A voice says, coming from behind the oven door. A tall figure closes the oven and looks at me, with a button eyed smile. “Y-y-you’ve got but-but-but...” I stutter, surprised at moms change of eyes. “Buttons?” She asks happily, as if it were a new skirt instead of buttons replacing her dark eyes. “Yes, I suppose that’s what I meant.” I manage to mutter.
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| Started May 2012
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