Life Is NOT a Fairy Tale

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Chapter 1

Supernaturals

Life isn't like a fairy tale. There is no such thing as Hogwarts. There are no trolls, flying brooms... but, there are supernatural people. Hidden in the world. Of course, they will not tell you, because what then? You just HAVE to tell other people that your best friend is a vampire, or your cousin can fly. You think telling one person won't effect anything. Wrong. It will. Soon enough, these supernatural people will be exposed to the world. They will be captured in labs, being pricked and prodded at with needles. Some will want to kill supernatural people, because they are different, or they don't belong on this earth.
Well, do you wanna know something?
There is a supernatural person at least 100 miles from you. The world is covered in them.
I'm from a time where supernatural people have been exposed. Everything I told you in that first paragraph actually happened to us, until we escaped. On a ship. A space ship.
To a planet. Very close to Earth. Actually, closer to Earth than the moon. Our planet is invisible. Its called Yeholi.
There are a large number of us living on Yeholi. No one knows where we are. I know you people in the 20th century can do nothing- you cannot find our planet, you cannot come to our planet.
Maybe you are supernatural, who knows.
Anyways, all of us have a different type of 'power', you can call it. Mine for instance, is time and space travel. I come back to your time a lot. I escape Yeholi by pretending to be someone in the 10th grade, in a small high school. Morry Ridge High School. I visit whenever I want, because I can go to any time period of the day i wish. I might just be your best friend.
The only reason I am always away from Yeholi is because Yeholi is a death trap. Always raining. We are stuck in a little community type of thing, with huge apartment like buildings. But the apartment buildings are layed down sideways. They are not safe to be high up, because of the deathly gases 30 feet up. Sounds fun, doesn't it?
I don't remember my parents. I was young, about 5, when i was taken to labs. I stayed there until i was 12, when many of the supernaturals sneaked us all out of there. There are many supernaturals still on earth, undiscovered, living happily, surrounded by blue skies and green trees. On Yeholi, there is dirt. Nothing growing. No scenery, just miles and miles and miles of dirt.
And that was just what I was staring at as I waited for the breakfast bell, out of the window my single bed was pushed up against. I shared a little room with two other girls, Lina and Belle. They were more happy with each other than they were with me. But they were still kind to me.
I heard bed sheets rustling behind me, and I turned around silently. It was Lina, on the top bunk, sitting up. In case you were wondering, Lina has long, waist length brown hair, very tan skin and bright blue eyes. She is not tall.
"Morning, Lina." I said.
"Hey Julia." Lina yawned. "Have you been back to 2011 yet?"
I shook my head. "No, I haven't all night. I am today, though. For most of the day."
"Oh." Said Lina. We sat in an awkward silence for the next few minutes. Then Belle woke up on the bottom bunk. Belle was a skinny, flawless skinned blonde with green eyes. She has a pointy nose that looked out of place, but the rest of her was perfect.
"Hey Belle!" Lina said, pouncing down off the top bunk.
"Good morning!!!!" Belle yelled, laughing.
I stared at them a little bit, then turned back to my window. Nothing. Nothing that seemed to go on forever. We rarely went outside the buildings. Nothing to do, anyway.
That's when I felt the urge to go back to 2011. Going back to Morry Ridge always made me happy. I had real friends there, and I enjoyed everything about it back then. It was really my home.
I get these urges a lot. They tell me that it's time to visit again. I NEED to visit. if i don't visit regularly, I will go crazy. That only happens once you start time and space traveling regularly.
I sat back against my bed, closing my eyes, focusing on my mental picture of the hidden spot behind Morry Ridge. Thinking hard about it.
Wanting to go. Dreaming I am there. Traveling there. Being there.

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