《The Second Realm》


 The Storm and The Boy

    BAM. The loud noise echoed across the halls as Troy, the boy who¡¯s locker was next to May¡¯s, found his books and papers fall out of his locker. This wasn¡¯t all that surprising as this often happened every day. May sighed and shook her head. She opened up her locker. Unlike Troy, her¡¯s was extremely organized, with her books and folders stacked neatly together. She put everything she would need in her bag with a science book¡­ just in case.


    nothing in those stories were possible. They were simply childish tales. Stupid, unbelievable, and pointless.


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    Boom.


    BOOM!


    never seen before. A stranger in her own home.


    you are,¡± he responded.

 Interrogation

    his house?


    Technically it belongs to my whole family. But, I think you know what I meant. Anyway, if you misported here just tell where you came from. I can tell you where you are and give you directions if you need them¡­¡± He told her.


    Misported? She couldn¡¯t think of any explanation for what the boy might be talking about. May was the type of person who always had an explanation, but for once she was lost. When the kids had acted like they didn¡¯t know May or anyone in her class in 3rd grade, she was the first to bring up the fact it was April fools day. When they went to see a magic show in middle school, she was able to figure out half of the tricks. She had even explained one to a kid who had been talking about how amazing the illusions were, and had begun to wonder how it worked.


    Did you misport?¡±


    your house.¡±


    What?¡± May said, extremely confused by the boy¡¯s sudden and random question.


    ¡°Wha-¡± May started, but was cut off by him again.


    her. She debated whether or not she should follow him. She had no idea who the kid was, and she definitely didn¡¯t know if she could trust him. On the other hand, she might find answers¡­


    smartest decisions, she couldn¡¯t help herself at times. For the truth is if May couldn¡¯t find the answers to these questions they would haunt her forever.


    This artwork was colorful and strange. The drawings were all of unnatural looking creatures. They certainly weren¡¯t anything May had ever heard of or seen before. Next to the head of both beds stood a small desk. On the opposite side of the room laid a pink bed which, while messy, was free of papers and books. The wall was mostly clear, except for a couple pictures of a boy, the one who May was standing with, looking shocked and embarrassed. Shelves and drawers stood in the very back of the room. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    Ok. I know it¡¯s Thursday so I should have seen something coming, but this just isn¡¯t your style,¡± he said. He appeared to be talking to no one, as there was no one else in the room. She shuttered. Not only had her roomed completely changed, but she was standing next to a boy who was talking to nobody.


    Well?¡± he asked.


    actually thinks she lives here? Oh yeah, I mean she¡¯s a crazy stranger and the earth is flat right?¡± he said.


    why are you here?¡± Jessie asked.


    Because?¡±