At the moment, i've purposely neglected to describe the main character, mostly because I'm not done with my mental image of him... And he's currently underwater, in a bubble. Not a lot of sound, I think But thanks a lot for the feedback! It helps me get better
Thanks! I have to sleep now, but i'll have multiple hours tomorrow to write so till then, good night!
CHAPTER 3 The bubble began to slow, or at least, that's how it seemed to the boy; with little to no point of relevance it was hard to judge what speed something has. About half a minute later, the bubble was very close to the much larger dome, which the boy couldn't quite see through, the light coming from it seemed to reflect everything back, just brighter. The bubble he was in suddenly sped up, hurtling towards the dome, which looked impenetrable. Te boy tried to get out of the bubble, sure it was going to be crushed against the side of the dome, only to find that the bubble was a bubble no longer, but a glass cage. Suddenyl he couldn't breathe anymore. He was suffocating for the second time in the same dream! His vision was still bright, and with growing terror he saw something like spikes, sharp and lethal, stretching out to meet his bubble. From the looks of it, he would either be crushed against the side, or impaled by the spikes. His vision grew dark again, his head light, his lungs again cried out in pain. He fell to the floor of his bubble, and just before his vision went black completely, the bubble hit the dome.
Name: Josh Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes, 6"3, always seen wearing polo tees or hoodies, denim and Vans. Tanned. Character: Humorous, always cracking jokes, kind, never lets people know his weaknesses. If you can fit me in, that would be great. Thanks.
I see 6 bumps... But an update for you guys is ready! CHAPTER 4- 2nd day AAAAAAAAHHH! He sat bolt upright, immediately smacking his head against the bunk above him. He then fell sideways out of bed, knocking over his large stack of books. Well, they were school books, who cares. He got up slowly, it was pitch black, and although he knew his room well, he just knocked his head hard against the top bunk, which was covered in stuff like old toys and more books, then fell out of bed. He was pretty disoriented. So he slowly and carefully walk over to where the light switch should be, and once he felt it, he flicked it up, and was instantly blinded. It took him a minute or two for his eyes to adjust, before looking around. His books were still there, lying scattered everywhere now, he'll have to clean that up. Frowning, he saw that there was a couple books missing, so he decided to waste a bit of time looking for them. His bed was right across from the door, and he turned to the left, searching sytematically, starting at his desk. It wasn't too messy, it had a couple of workbooks opened, which he closed and through on top of his other schoolbooks. He then checked his desktop to see if there was any new messages from anyone. Disappointed, he turned off the screen and resumed the search, looking under the desk. He quickly saw there wasn't any point in checking, the wouldn't have been any room for them there with both the office chair and his guitar amp underneath it. The boy decided that since he was already going through his stuff he might as well clean out some stuff, so he opened some of the drawers in the desk's sides, removing some of his old papers, old notices that were long since passed, texts turned in, graded and written in his grade book ages ago. The pictures from another life, one he'd almost forgotten, those stayed with him, reminded him of what and who he'd come from. That life could never be left behind, it was one of those things you just can't drop and move on. Closing the drawers, he took the removed papers and piled them up on the floor. He moved over to the closet, on the opposite side of the desk, and looked down at himself. Realizing he was still in his underwear, he opened up the closet, and took out a pair of well-worn jeans, a simple black shirt with a caramel colored stripe in the middle, and a hoodie with some sort of graffiti tag on it. Fully dressed, he almost forgot what he was doing, until he again saw the knocked over books. Then he walked over to his shelves, right next to the closet, with at least 3 rows of books, some of which he suddenly was tempted to take out there and then, but none of them were his missing school books. Having checked his entire room, he had no idea where to look. Then the boy remembered the previous day... "Owen!" Right, Owen had borrowed his books the day before, only narrowly avoiding getting in trouble again. Owen's been forgetting his books for class, and he's gotten a few notices, and a warning that if it continues, it will affect his grades. Owen pretty much shrugged it off, asking the boy if he wanted to hang out after school. He always shrugged stuff off, almost without a care in the world, just taking things as they come. That was his business. The boy was fine with hanging out with Owen, so long as it didn't collide with any previous plans. The 10th grade was brutal, and they really didn't let up when it came to work. Shaking himself out of his thoughts, the boy grabbed his schoolbooks and promptly shoved them in his bag. He took the backpack and went downstairs. His mom was still asleep, but the dog, as usual, was wide awake and oh so very happy to see him. He let her out of her cage, and she ran around him, tail wagging like she'd not seen him in years, as opposed to him being home last night. He pet her as he laid his bag on the ground, going into the kitchen to have some breakfast. The dog tried to follow him, but a quick word from him stopped her at the doorframe. "You know you're not allowed in the kitchen, Lucy." says the boy to his dog. She wags her tail, mouth open, tounge out, not listening to a words he says. As usual. Je golden retriever stayed where she was, though, as the boy made and ate his usual breakfast, corn flakes, milk and a tad of sugar to make it a little less boring. After that was finished, he went back upstairs to the bathroom and brushed his teeth. He checked his watch, and quickly ran downstairs, grabbed his bag and ran out the door to catch the bus.