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----Introduction----

This is something I came up with suddenly, that I thought would be better as a fic than a role-play. As it is, I'm in too many anyways. This will be written in first-person. I'm not going to share the whole plot here, nor will I give character biography(ies). It will be like an actual story, you'll figure it out as you read. Alright? Good.

I will share a small tid-bit with you, however.

It's basically about two kids, whose imagined game becomes reality. And a nightmare.

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I hope you enjoy 'Imagining Reality'


Chapter One


Harsh sunlight streamed in through the window, forcing my to roll over. The sunlight was still apparent through my eyelids, and I finally opened them.

I hate the mornings, I thought, groaning as I stretched. A series of cracking sounds cut through the air as my spine popped. I sighed as I relaxed, looking around my too bright room. The lavender walls seemed to glow, and the individual strands in the carpet absorbed sunlight. I blinked, and the light around me became a glow instead of a glare. I reached for my glasses without looking. I managed to grasp the thin, purple frames, but my hand hit a cool, rounded surface.

What the-, I thought, confused. I slid on my glasses, wishing I wasn't near-sighted as I did so. I saw the glass of water I had somehow managed to tip over, and sighed.

Perfect, just perfect, I thought bitterly. I grabbed a blanket that was strewn across my messy floor, and tried to mop up the mess the best I could. I left it crumpled in a wet pile and I stood up from my crouched position in search of clean clothes that wouldn't embarass me too terribly.

I managed to walk to my closet without tripping, which was an amazing feat in my still groggy state. I pulled out a random t-shirt advertising some resturaunt, and a pair of battered, dark-washed jeans. I wasn't big on fashion, mainly all I wore is t-shirts and jeans. The occasional shorts too, but not often, only whe the temerature shot over 100 degrees.

As I pulled on my clothes, a barely managed to stifle another yawn.

I hate mornings, I repeated mentally.

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It seemed to take forever to get to school, and even longer for it to end. I won't bore you with the details...mainly becuase it was boring enough to me. It would be torture to relive it again...ecspecially history class. But finally, the bell rang, and I was released from the school, relieved to finally be out of the stifling halls that were often packed with bodies, many of them sweaty and frankly, disgusting. Though the crowd almost trampled me, I managed to survive the way to the bus, which was a miracle. I had gotten trampled before, and I'll say this; it isn't fun.

The bus was hot and stifling, even worse than the hallways. I opened the window, and a persistent, shrill noise filled the air. My cheeks flushed as my hazel eyes noticed the red words; FIRE ESCAPE. Oops. I quickly shut it, sinking low into my seat and hoping no one had realized it was me...I could be stupid at times. A few people shot me the odd glance, and I was relieved when the bus halted, my house in view. I rushed off the yellow vehicle, continuing the fast pace all the way home.

((I know it's short, but it's late right now. More will be added soon.))