Fictional Dreams.
Date written:
Feb 22 2009
"Nice going, Callista!"
"God! I hate this place so much!" I groaned into my phone. There was a bit of static, and a musical voice came though.
We spent the next hour or so bashing the manga for killing off the most epic of all characters. Don't get me wrong, I adore the manga. With a shameless fangirl passion.
I screamed, flailing my arms as my body hit the shining floors of our gym. Whimpering, I clutched at my face - where the horrid volleyball had crashed into the skin. No doubt I was as red as a tomato by now.
The shrill whistle of the gym teacher's whistle rang out in the large gymnasium, hurting my ears slightly. Still whimpering, I held my face with one hand and shakily got up. Wobbling slightly, I watched the teacher yell at the offending boy. Feeling something wet trickle down my hand, I brought my slender hand up to brush away at the traitorous tears. The other students watched me, snickering.
Despite all this, no one asked me if I was okay. No one tapped my shoulder and asked if I wanted to see the nurse.
The teacher merely looked at me and pointed to the changing rooms. Not needing another second, I made a mad dash to the small girl's locker room, and burst through the double doors. Thanking the heavens I had not fallen while running, I rubbed my burning face with one hand and picked at my locker with the other.
Snatching the clothes up, I scurried to the changing stalls and practically ripped off my gym clothes. Hurriedly dressing, I hastily grabbed my messenger bag and dashed out the doors. I ignored everyone else and did not stop running till I reached the outside of the academy.
Even then, I did not stop my running.
"Callie, Callie. Shame! Studies are very much important in all our lives!" the one on the other line chastised.
"I do study! I'm number five in my class, not to mention I skipped last year! It's just, everyone is so incredibly mean. And I hate gym class! SO MUCH!" I vented, playing with the felt hair on my Chibi plushie. The musical voice of my best friend and brother – Adrian Nowell, first-year collage student - came again.
"Yes, gym class does suck. A lot...Hmm, maybe I could come and visit? Spring break is coming up for us over here. What do you say?"
I nearly threw my plushie across the room with surprise as my hand shot up, "Yes!! That would be amazing! And I haven't seen you since last summer...Plus, we're kinda behind on all our stories. I need some help with my Fan Fictions, too. They suck."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll help you put them together when I get there. Oh, so did you see the newest released manga?" he questioned softly. I nodded vigorously.
"Yes! I'm so pissed, Haru just killed off Okashii! DUDE! S'not cool..."
Okay, maybe not fangirl passion, but still. Okashii was a great character, right? Right.
But then my eyes kept drooping and I couldn't concentrate on the conversation anymore. I yawned widely, and scratched the back of my head.
"Mmm,
"Yeah, sure. Goodnight, Callie."
"Night," I yawned again, and placed the phone back into it's charger. I got up off my bed (queen was the standard in all out dorms here at the academy) and stretched like a cat. Rubbing my eyes, I made my way to the bathroom and turned the light on.
With a flick of the wrist, I turned on the faucet, and a light stream of crystalline water. Shivering from the cold floor, I felt my bare toes scrunch up as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.
"Ugh. The heat must be out again..." I muttered. Shooting myself a glance at the mirror, I sighed at what looked back at me.
Unkempt, long and messy raven hair. Vivid cerulean eyes. Pallid, pasty yet clear skin. Dark bags from lack of sleep. Dry, pale lips. Ugh, I'm a mess.
A soft sigh escaped my lips, and I looked down at the flowing water quickly. No need to depress myself before bedtime, right? Right.
But then, as I was about to begin washing my face, a slight tremor shook the small bathroom. I gasped, and held onto a fluffy, lilac towel (which matched the color scheme of the bathroom). My shampoo fell of its rack in the shower room, and I felt my heart rate kick up.
Other beauty care products rained down as the tremors got worse. I paled, and tried to remember what we were supposed to do in an earthquake.
But before I could think of anything, it suddenly stopped.
I let out the breath I didn't even know I had been holding, and released the fluffy towel from my vice-like grip. It was over. (Or so I thought).
Trembling, I went over to put everything back in it's place. Padding over to the shower room, I opened the clear glass door and stepped inside. However, just as I picked up a half-empty bottle of lavender-scented shampoo, my showerhead made a gurgling noise. I stepped back suddenly, nearly falling out of the glass room as I did so.
The silver shower head continued with it's shaking, and a strange substance began to gurgle from the silver drain. My eyes shot open in disbelief,
It...It looked like rainbow glop?!
I couldn't help but stare in disbelief. But then, something else happened - something that I might as well never be able to explain in my lifetime.
The shower shook some more, until the head finally burst. I screamed shrilly as the silver head shot into to wall, breaking the tile. More and more of the rainbow glop began to spew from the broken tube, drenching the shower room in the substance.
I panicked then, and began to think of what to do. Call the cops? Hah. Call the dorm monitor? Pfft, probably sleeping by now. Crap...What then?!
But as I was lost in thought, there was a blinding flash of white, a shrill, piercing noise, and a splash.
And then it was over. This time for sure.
Until I opened my eyes, and crawled out of my fetal position. Shuffling over to my poor shower room, I waved away some of the smoke, narrowly avoiding a glop of rainbow-junk as it fell from the ceiling.
Then I paled.
Because there, in the ruins that was my shower, lay a man in the puddle of rainbow stuff.
His cloak was a black one, adorned with the symbol I recognized to be of the Arashi-tenjo.
Finally, he had long, black hair; half of it spiked, the other half laying against his face.
Then, I screamed again with realization and fell to my knees.
Why?
Because I – Callista Nowell, normal high school student - had a fictional character lying on my shower's floor.
A fictional man by the name of...Okashii.
Comments for
Fictional Dreams.
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pls write the sequal!! that
Submitted by ashley558 on Tue, 04/28/2009 - 06:06.
pls write the sequal!! that was amazing!!! that was awesome!
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