If you're read this WHY THE FCK ARE YOU READING THIS?! I'm attempting to write a story and after like doing this 5 times--each time ending with the story has been deleted off my desktop--I decided to write it here.
Spoiler: click to toggle No... No... NO! Wh-what's going on..? Blood... There's blood... It's not mine... Loki..? Loki! Where is he? Oh god... Please no... Please please...
I wake up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily, eyes fully awake, hands shaking. What was that about? A nightmare? That's odd... The last time I've had a nightmare was back when I was 5-years-old. "Jesus Christ..." I gaze at my laptop and saw the victory screen from this early morning's game. Morning... I alt-tab out of the window and look down at the clock: 7:50... "Jesus Christ!" I jump out of my chair and run out the door.
So since I'm running to class, might as well tell you guys what the hell is going on here. Sup ladies and gents, boys and girls, those who haven't decided, I am Riven and I am going to be in some huge trouble if I don't get to my classes in time so that's it for now!
I can't... It's pointless... Loki...
"Riven, can you tell me what caused World War 1? Riven? Riven!"
My eyes opened to see a Mr. Donald standing over me with a book in hand. "Good morning sunshine!" he slammed the book on my head. "Now that you're with us, what started World War 1?"
Groggily I sat up and looked around the room; all eyes were on me, expecting an answer. "The Blank Hand of Serbia assassinated the heir of Austria-Hungary which led to an ultimatum that Serbia didn't accept. Then led to a series of fights between the two countries with allies such as Russia and Germany who then provoked other countries to join the fight." I answered him.
"Must have stayed up late to study, good job." Mr. Donald nodded. "Do try to stay awake for the remaining minutes." He walked away and continued lecturing.
I yawned and leaned back on my chair, balancing it on it's back legs. For a moment, I thought about that dream? Who was Loki? No one I knew was called Loki. Must've been from a book or whatever.
"Stayed up playing games again?" The person behind me whispered.
"What do you think, Star?" I snorted and slammed my chair back down to all fours. "When does class end by the way?"
"In about... Now." The school bell rang and I was out of the classroom in less than a heartbeat. That bell was the end of the semester and the beginning of winter break and that meant freedom for two weeks minus a day to cram last minute homework. I was on my way to my dorm until "Riven Langster, please come to the office."
"So you're probably wondering why you have been called to the office aren't you?" Mr. Men sat behind his desk and looked at me lips frowned, almost-unibrows furrowed, and bald head shining. "As you should know, this school is known for producing responsible students and the staff work hard to continue that."
Edited by AuraLex, Aug 17 2013, 10:43 AM.
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