Reverie

Chapter 1

“Bread! Bread for sale!” A boy around 14 sat on the corner. People ignored him as they walked or ran. It really didn’t matter how much he tried, they never seemed to notice him. He sighed. He watched as some talked or complained about their job. Why wouldn’t they notice him? It was almost like he wasn’t there at times… Oh well. One day he would get their attention and sell some bread. But until then, they remained silent. He picked himself up and started to walk home, it was getting late and he didn’t want to be back too late. As he got up, he fell right back down hitting his head on the sidewalk. “

Ow!” he cried.

“What the...?” Where was he now? He looked around searching for answers. “How did I…?”

“Get here?” another voice said.

“Ah!” the voice chuckled.

“Whats wrong? Afraid of another person?” The voice revealed it self. It was man. He was wearing a black kimono with a whitish-grayish belt in the middle.

“W-who are you?” the boy said. The man chuckled again.

“Well you don’t need to know that do you? I have many names. Some may call me teacher others… well something else.” he smiled. “You don’t need to know the other one.”

He appeared to be in a field, completely filled with daisies and daffodils. He brushed his hand along the grass. People always said that grass was soft, but to him it has always seemed rugged and rough, scratching his arms when he tried to roll down a hill. “What's your name boy?”

“Huh?”

“Well you must have a name unless of course your name is “huh” but that would be quite strange if you asked me.”

“Oh, I'm, um, Dante.”

“Hello there um Dante! You can call me uncle!”

“But we're not related.”

“So? In plenty of movies these days kids refer to good adult friends as uncle or auntie!”

“One this isn't a movie, and two we just met, how would you be considered to me as a “good adult friend”?

“Good question and good luck finding an answer. Anyways, it's getting late and honestly I'm tired so, ttly”

“T-t-l-y?”

“Yea! Isn't that what you kids say these days? Or was it tpyl…”

“I think you mean ttyl, it means talk to you later.”

“Nonsense! That makes no sense at all! Oh well, it come to me eventually.”

“As much as I would love to stay and talk with you I have to get going.”

“Yes! You go do your sleeping or whatever.”

He snapped his fingers and the world went black, suddenly he was back on the sidewalk.