Oh, hello

1 - Odyssey

"Oh, hello there." I jump off the plodding swing and gaze up. "This is a bit awkward don't you think? You opening the cover, letting the sea of golden rays light up my lonely page, exposing the nothingness that surrounds me..." The soft breeze channels through the empty park, leaves gorgeously dance alongside me. "What's that? Did you say sorry? Oh no it's alright! It's just...No one has opened this book for a long time that's all. Hard to believe right? You see, my creator's name is Mikey, and he lives in...Hmm. I actually can't remember, it's been 40 years since I've heard from him..." I brush my fringe comfortably and shrug. "Yes? Oh, you want to know why I'm wearing this..." I straightened up my exotic black skirt and uneasily pulled down the sleeves of my blue, Japanese-school girl, low-cut shirt (that clearly exposes my cleavage). I smile timidly. But that smile soon fades to a taunting, grim frown. "Well, this is how he dressed me as!" The gentle breeze disappears mysteriously. "I don't understand why he likes to dress every girl here in ironic, exposing clothing! I mean seriously, not all of us wants to look like a floozy for goodness sake!" My eyes turns red. Dark, mystical clouds starts to blanket the ominous sky while a sinning gust of wind terrorizes the park. I look around, still full of corrupt anger. "Ha, I bet you're just like him! Why don't you just close the damn cover already! I. DON'T. NEED. YOU. HERE. Let me seclude myself in this fictional land!" I open my arms to my side and close my eyes as I listen to the wonderful sounds of the lightning obliterating every asset known to man-kind around me. I stand in the eye of the storm, watching as cracks starts to appear along the ground, revealing sinister looking black elixirs emerging from beneath. I open my eyes suddenly and gasp. Every elements became frozen. "Oh my god, I'm really sorry! Please don't cry... No, no its okay don't worry! Please stop crying, you're making me feel really bad..." The cracks slowly vanish, leaving behind soft, green patches of grass behind. The gloomy sky starts to clear up, leaving a dark blue sea of stars. Everything simultaneously repairs itself back to its original state. Pink, rose petals start to rain down on me. "Listen, I'm not normal, okay? I'm an insomniac, I suffer from bipolar and I strangely accumulate a sixth sense. Before it happens again, How about you turn the page? I'll see you shortly."