Realms Beyond Reality [WIP]

Chapter 1: The Basic

    [A/N: Wait! Please don't ignore this and read. Allow me to explain.

     Firstly, this book was made when I first started taking interest in writing. Because of this, I'm not going to lie and admit that this book starts off not too well-written. The plot is at first blurry and the memory scenarios (you'll see what I mean) don't line up at first. However, I figure it out now in present day. I'm not going to change any of the chapters besides grammatically for the sake of those who've been there from the beginning, so bear with me.

     Secondly, I'm mentally punching my past self for not getting to the point sooner. "Filler" chapters should've been cut down and some days in the story go on for one to three chapters, which annoys me endlessly, so I apologize for the inconvenience. If you do want to know when the fantasy part of the book begins to slowly make its way, it's Chapter 28 (I wasn't kidding when I said I wished I should've gotten to the point sooner), but I recommend you not to skip all the way over, since you most likely will miss some information.]

Monday the 14th, October

KLANG

The small pebble before my monochrome shoes hit the pole of the metal street light straight in the middle. I soon find myself cringing at its hollow sound. Shaking my head in the slightest, I quickly regain composure and continue walking, turning right on Walkick Street.

Anne Jayde High School has just finished its school hours at exactly 4:10, just like every other day. I've managed to learn the schedule quite fast, considering this is my first year attending the school, and it has only been the third month. The classes are exactly the ones I chose back in my eighth grade at Bronze Middle School. So far, they have been alright.

My house isn't that far from the educational building I currently attend. It's about a twenty minute walk, which I take everyday since my parents don't pick me up. There's no point in asking them to drive me to and from school anyway. It's been about two years since I've seen them. Things have been tough for me at the start of their disappearance, but I've been able to keep myself from going mad with sorrow. Of course, it's not like I don't question where they are and what happened to them every now and then. However, when you have thoughts like these for a long while, it gets easier to put them aside. It doesn't make the pain of being reminded about it disappear, but I manage.

Today, my feet are aching as I reach a familiar stop sign that marks my two-thirds checkpoint to my house. Imagine having to walk for what feels like an hour with a pretty reasonably stuffed backpack. Then, add in two giant textbooks. The giant books filled with science back in elementary? Mine were the size of those plus a half.

     Despite the urge to give in to both laziness and back pain, I resist my desire to start dragging the backpack across the concrete sidewalk. I do a little jump to balance the boulder on my back, and I fix the shoulder straps before continuing my journey home. Across the street, I can see two more teenagers walking home as well. One of them has a pair of wired headphones connected to a device in their jacket pocket while the other has a set of Bluetooth earbuds. I wish I owned something like that. I'm trying to save all the money I can get though, so I don't think I'll be wasting any cash for my own entertainment anytime soon.

After ten minutes of trailing my feet, I finally take my last turn on Mainland Street and arrive at the door of my dear reddish brown bricked house. My hand fishes for the key in my one of the pockets of my backpack. Taking the vital item in my hold, I insert it into the knob and twist it before the knob itself. I step inside the humble abode and lock the door before kicking off my shoes. I then set my stuff neatly on the couch. As per usual, I decide to head straight to the restroom in order to freshen myself with a nice shower.

My feet, on instinct, make its way towards the staircase leading to my destination. Momentarily, I stop myself and glance around the place when I hear a car pass by. It's no surprise that someone in my situation would have a lot of guests over, so it's complete unnecessary for me to own a small two story house. I'm not complaining though. I continue my way up the staircase and only need to take four steps before reaching the bathroom to the left wall. My bedroom is to the right further down the hallway, with across it being my parents' old bedroom and much further down being a guest room.

     After completing my swift shower, I hop downstairs and make myself some quick lunch to fulfill my hunger: rice, chicken wings, and a cup of orange juice. I'm not the best cook in the world, especially since I barely know how to make a proper meal. That's one of the couple reasons why I prefer not to bring anyone into my home. The internet is a great place for recipes and advice, but I still struggle nonetheless.

     After cleaning my empty dish, I spend the next hour doing my homework. The teachers went easy on us at first, at least everyone except my science teacher, Ms. Pay. She spent the entire class period laying down ground rules, going over the school handbook, and whatnot. When I finished my assignments, I spent an hour studying. Although many would think it's quite boring, I find it necessary. Heck, maybe I find it a little fun. Just a little though. Once the timer on my phone goes off, I search my head for ideas of something to do. Unfortunately, there's not much to provide me entertainment besides the TV and my small rectangular device. My phone needs charging, and watching TV feels kind of boring right now. I ultimately decide to doodle in a journal I've kept specifically for drawing. I'm no artist, but it helps me relax and pass time.

     At around ten, I choose to skip dinner and head straight to bed. I'm not hungry at the moment, and it'll be a bother to have to whip up another small meal. I pack up my school equipment, stuff it into my backpack, and bring my doodle book with me to my room upstairs. Inside, the area looks simple with little clutter to be seen other than the nightstand. A white bed is pressed against the midsection of the white wall. Next to it is a small rectangular brown nightstand. To the furthest corner of the right wall is a closet door, which leads to a tight space filled with hoodies, T-shirts, pants, and whatnot. A window with baby blue curtains is in the middle of the wall right across the door.

     At 12 o'clock, I'm in bed doing my usual try-to-sleep routine: staying awake for a good 10-40 minutes thinking and day (night?) dreaming until I do sleep.

     That's the way everything goes. Same thing everyday. Besides school, I have to admit that everything's pretty much autopilot. I don't mind though. I might not have the best student life right now, but I feel I'm perfectly fine.

Everything is always the same.