The Game

Chapter 1 Wake Up

    It was a normal day like the one before, and the one before that normal day, and the one before that normal day, and so on. I had woken up to the normal, annoying, obnoxious sound of my alarm that started every normal day. The normal stretch and yawn that forced me to get out of bed. Putting on my normal fuzzy cat slippers and normally dragging my still asleep body to the kitchen. I reached up to the cabinet to get my normal plain cereal that I would eat every morning, and get the same old milk that I had drank from yesterday.
    When I had finally finished my normal breakfast, I went to get washed up and changed. I put on my normal school uniform with the same old blue shirt and black pants. Brushed my teeth with the same mint toothpaste, and washed my face with the same soup, and finally brushed my hair into the same style as usual. Hair down with a cute bow.
    Yep, life as same as ever, nothing new, no surprises. Just the same as yesterday, and the day before that.
     My parents dropped me off at school and it was the same routine of seeing friends for a few minutes, ( who I know wouldn't give a damn if I were dead or alive) then went through the library to get to my first few classes.
    Then, I went through the normal listening to the history that we've already been through a thousand times. The normal seeing how the teacher didn't care at all about her job or what she was teaching us. Seeing the same depressed faces all around me, themselves wishing they were dead.
    Lunch was no less depressing. I would eat the normal sandwich and drink before running off to the library to read the same book that I have been for months. I didn't want to be around my "friends" anymore because I knew it was just a waste of time. When I tried to be around them, it was like I was a sheep, following a herd that wanted me dead. And when I tried to talk to them, they wouldn't care or even notice. The usual just stand in silence and don't get in the way kind of feeling. I couldn't do it any more. I couldn't do it because... I wasn't normal. I couldn't fit in any where in this world. So I just separated my self from it. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here, I knew it wasn't right. Why am I not into the gossip of others like most people? Why am I not into the same beliefs as most people. Why am I not normal?
    When school ended I got into the same car that brought me to this depressing place, and headed home. To get to my normal home you have to go over a very large bridge over a very deadly river. The current would travel faster than the cars. When we got close to the bridge I looked out the window to see it. It was very well made and was very pretty. But when we got on to it, I noticed a very unusual crack that seemed to be quiet large. I decided not to think much of it sense it was a normal day and nothing as interesting as an accident could possibly happen. But then I heard a loud cracking sound come from the other side of the bridge. It was braking. The car sped forward and made me fly out the back window. Everything slowed down, and all I could hear was my heart beating. My skin in shreds from the broken glass, I could feel the warm blood rolling down my face. Watching the car drive away. My parents not even looking back at me. The water stung as it raped around my bloody body, and I watched as the water turned from a sparkling blue to a dark red. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain pears into my back and come out through my chest. One of the large rocks had punctured a hole in me. Blood came poring out my moth. But as I said before, I'm not normal, I looked at the blood gushing from my body, and with my last bit of strength I whispered to myself , " I'm finally free..."