JayJ💕

Prologue —- I never thought about the end until last year. Whenever I get assigned a book to read I'm never excited, but when I start to read the story, it always is different from every other book. And in each story there is either a good or bad end to it. Weird different characters and sad backstories. I finish each book with satisfaction and thought. What would happen if the character did something different? Something that no one expected, something extraordinary. Of course that never happens. Well what I think is that other people may not agree. For example I believe there is a way people can fly. Some magical way, and not with a metal bird or parachute. I just know,deep down inside,l know there's a way to everything. But due to science and technology there is no actual way of doing the impossible. You might wonder why am I talking about some crazy subject that's not related to books. Well because someone I knew did something. Something different, something no one expected, something extraordinary.

The Beginning of the End—— October, 13—— Ross woke up tired, lazy, and hazy from studying last night. The morning sky peaks through the blinds to say hello but he doesn't reply back. Just laying there, arm over eyes, already tired of the awaiting day. But as soon as he was gonna fall asleep, he could smell something. His hands grab the blanket off and his feet jump right up ready for a delicious breakfast. "Ross, get ready for breakfast," his dad says from downstairs. "Okay," Ross yells back. Sizzling bacon could be heard from in the bathroom. Ross stares at himself in the mirror looking down, eyes closed, sighing. A big sigh that could have lasted a minute, but it only lasted a second before he looked up and saw a ghostlike figure standing behind him. He widened his eyes and looked behind him, but the figure was gone.Now wide awake, his hand grasps a cap from an orange labeled container. Pushing and twisting the cap, grabbing two pills, he filled a cup of water putting the pills on his tongue while taking a huge gulp. For some reason, washing his face with a cloth, and brushing his teeth didn't feel normal. Walking down the hallway and down the stairs also didn't feel normal. Seeing his dad cook breakfast didn't feel normal. Smelling burnt toast, eating eggs, holding a fork, and breathing didn't feel normal. Nothing felt as it was, like the whole world had changed. Time shifted and turned around spinning in a circle until something felt right. "Are you okay," " his dad says, concerned for his son. Ross looked at sis dads face then at his hand that stopped mid air with a fork full of eggs. They stare at each other until nothing but chirping birds and flickering lights could be heard. Silence until a honk of a nearby car could be heard from across the street. His mouth was glued shut he tried to get the courage to say something. His throat sucked in his voice for a while until it let him out. "It's nothing," Ross says back feeling guilty," "Well okay then, buddy, just make sure you wash your dish when you're done," his dad says as he yawns. Ross nods his head and continues to finish his breakfast. Walking out the door into the surprisingly boiling hot weather, Ross immediately regrets wearing a sweater. Sweat rolls down his forehead while walking exhausted. Breathing heavily with a dry throat bothering him. His heavy backpack isn't helping at all, making him walk like a zombie with a hunchback. Why is it so hot out here? Isn't it supposed to be Fall? Cars were passing him. Ross imagines himself in a car with AC cooling him like the arctic, when in reality, he is outside melting in the sun. Trees having trouble standing still are almost bending, their leaves drooping down like water drops. Each step took a tremendous amount of energy. After a long walk, he's now in school where he's enjoying the cool AC. Everyone looks like they've been dunked in water several times over, and over again, like walking wet jellos. Walking in the halls seemed like it was taking forever like walking in slow-mo. Hallways extending and moving like being in a worm. Eyes getting dizzy while crowds of people bump into each other like moving marbles, Ross feels like lying down, almost passing out. Everyones going to faint out of exhaustion if this keeps going. Ross sees a fountain ready for drinking running to it with a heavy weight upon his back. Water rushes down his mouth slowly taking sips until he's out of breath. "One, two, three, my turn," someone says with an annoying melody. Ross slowly turns his body until they meet eye contact. " What is wrong with you?" says Ross, already knowing what's wrong with this dude. "It's my turn," he says angrily," that's what's up." Recognizing him from class, Ross knows this guy isn't liked by anyone. His name is Donnie and he always sits in the back of the class doing what a five year old would do. Pick his nose and make obnoxigus noises when the class is quiet. "Move," Donnie barked," or get slapped." They look at eachother while a crowd forms around them. Ross's hands bawl up getting ready to fight for no reason, just fight. He could still remember the tragedy that happened last year. That September for no reason Donnie came up and messed with his friends. Ross couldn't fight back his anger anymore seeing Donnie's face made him even angrier. Shuffling could be heard from in the crowd. A voice yelled, "Stop!" hoping things would calm down. Nothing. Everything turned black for just a moment until a fist met a face. Body on floor and hand aching while eerie silence filled the hall, and it all turned gray. "Do you know why you're here," said a lady behind a huge desk with piles of paper stacked on top of eachother. "No," responded Ross while the lady looked at him as if he were unbelievable, like she's known him for all his life and got disappointed again. "What's up? Huh" The lady questioned "Nothing" Ross says, knowing something he just doesn't know what. "Come on tell me" She says almost sounding eager "I think im good" You got in a fight" "Ok?" Ross says already knowing "This isn't the first time you hit someone" “I know” "Then why" … "I don't know" Ross sits in a silent car driving silently on roads, the skies are gloomy. His dad drives with disappointment following him. Staring out the window looking at the soon to be night sky, the sun falling and moon rising. Ross could sense the bad atmosphere going in the car. Smelling the old stench inside the car swirling in the air giving him a headache every breath. So what happened Alright don't tell me then "Is his why you've been acting weird" "What do you mean" Ross says while thinking about what happened that morning "Ever since the incident last year you've been acting weird" His dad says almost hesitating "Your attacking people and acting weird during breakfast" "I don't know man" "Just tell me whats wrong" "There's nothing wrong" Ross says almost not sure Ross could already see his dads face starting to get worried There's nothing wrong with me Then chuckles "What's so funny" "Nothing" - Microwaving leftovers for lunch wasn't his plan, neither was that "fight" whatever they called it. He didn't expect to be grounded today, it's supposed to be the day before his birthday. This day couldn't get worse. Tap water rushing into an empty cup filling it all the way to the top. Water turns off. The clock ticks. Wind blows lightly on Ross's face, goosebumps chill down his back. His frozen as if he were in a trance. Looking all around him he sees distorted figures all around him staring, watching as if looking at him like he was a clown in a game. Someone lies on the ground wounded. Blood on the floor like spilled wine splashing on the ground. Two other figures appear different from the others as if they were important like they've been in on it. Cold water spills from the cup and goes down his hand, ringing could be heard from across the room. Grabbing the phone wondering who it is was scary, for no reason whatsoever. "Hello?" "Happy early birthday ya dummy" a girl says excitedly "Thanks" "I heard about the fight" "It wasn't a fight" Ross says abruptly "Okay whatever you say" "What are you doing right now" She says awaiting for a quick answer "Why?" Ross questions "No reason" "Yeah okay" Ross says "So you aint doing anything" she says "Nah" "I'm about to do my homework though" Ross says not excited to do any work "I called to check if your still coming" "Yeah of course im still coming" "Even though you're grounded?" "Of course" Then hanging up feeling better. Sitting down at his dads desk made him feel special like a super cool scientist ready for anything. Ross put on his get to work look ready to hack into his dads computer,since this wasn't his first time it was just like doing math, but with lots of numbers and weird ordered letters. Everytime he looks at his dads password it makes him want to pass out. Whose password is longer than a paragraph. Ross types in advanced commands with ones and zeros in a specific way and order. Typing so fast his fingers let loose while his hands type in symbols and letters. The computer goes blank until a funky beep sounds, and the computer logo pops up. A green loading sign shows up at the bottom of the weird shaped logo. Black screen then a page shows up titled: End of The World. Total surprise washed over Ross's face, just like a ghost getting scared by itself. He grabs his backpack and jacket, rushing out the house onto his bike. Wind blows in his face, the sun setting so the moon rises. It's five o'clock and the chili air runs down his back like an ice cube. His legs moving so fast he can't even think, how could he think. The world is going to end Playing that over and over in his head until he couldn't breath, the cold air filled his nose making him cough. Tears started to form in his eyes, his hands gripping the bike handles. Cheeks turned red and his ears froze like ice. Not knowing what will happen next. Only the thought of death twirled around his mind. Stopping near a stop sign, chaining his bike onto the sign and running into the woods. Seeing trees pass by like racing cars in a tournament and Ross was in the middle of them. Zooming through an untouched path specially known to Ross, while his friends have their own path. Seeing leafs fall down while the wind tries to bring

anouther story—-The museum is painted all white with long straight columns, short green bushes outline the front, and the sky is a perfect baby blue with no clouds there to fill the sky. There is no wind, no smell, no feeling can be felt outside where grass spreads across the land until you see no more. She stands there on the white marble floor shivering, feeling stares from everywhere. The only feeling that takes over her is fear. Walking inside the building hoping to find an exit in which she can be free from this dream. The inside is colored white with many paintings. Paintings of white, white is all she sees. White is milk in the morning, white is a ghost in the woods near your house, white is a color nice and clean. White is what fills her eyes, making her daydream childhood. She paints the painting all the colors of the rainbow with unicorns flying on lollipops. Painting houses, flowers,horses, fruits,..and white. Here we are back at the beginning, no thoughts, no ideas, just white. She wants to escape, she wants to be the painting. Maybe if she looked long enough she could feel it. Closing her eyes, seeing black,black in her thoughts. Remembering when she used to draw on scrap paper back at home, singing melodies to herself near the window. Remembering how coffee in the morning burnt the back of her throat. How when looking at the sun she couldn't quite look at it clear enough. The way everything made her have a feeling. There's nothing in this world that she would ever want but to be back in reality. Wanting to get out of her head, there must be a way to go back,go back to the times where she went through her life thinking nothing. How did she get here in the first place? Maybe if I go back I will understand how I ended up here. I can only think of what the grass used to smell like. Where did the sun go? The clouds vanished from the world. They must not exist in this world where nothing smells like plastic. Where did the time go? Have I lost count of how many minutes passed, what a shame. How will I ever go back? Wait, what is that? A girl dressed in all white wondering where the time went. She stands there on the white marble floor shivering, feeling stares from everywhere. The only feeling that takes over her is fear. Walking inside the building hoping to find an exit in which she can be free from this dream.

👽🛸——The Drawings predicted the future as he drew and drew. I watch the news seeing an Alien ship arrive at the mall. He draws them shopping for some trendy clothes at the store. How crazy could this be? No one could have predicted this, after swarms of military soldiers surrounded the mall. There were helicopters in the sky along with the ufos. I couldn't believe my eyes. The aliens seem to be confused, and when they shoot. The bullets go through the aliens! The guy goes out the door leaving a drawing of the earth exploding into millions of pieces.

. I don’t exactly love you I don’t know you to well And you seem really nice Your a 9.5 Lol I like people with personality I want to get to know you I imagine us hugging And kissing in the moonlight You smell just like a man And sound like an Angel I don’t want to fall to deep I’m afraid I won’t come back up I don’t want to gasp for air I’m bad at love Or any relationship Friends Siblings Or even a lover I suck at it all I’m slow And I can’t think straight with you near When you look at me I feel so happy And scared I don’t want to get hurt Or do anything I would regret I want to feel your body against mine And take you all in And not be scared Or afraid to be myself I’m lost And sometimes I want to feel something Anything Im going into a wall A wall that can only be broken by me And I can’t seem to break that wall That barrier With out some sort of feeling that I can And not feel I can’t I often feel I can’t Can’t do anything I know this is stupid Like very stupid But there’s something about you So please leave me be I don’t want to go toward anything I want to stay in the dark I want to sleep And sometimes I want to feel nothing But you make me feel something A feeling I don’t want to look into I’m scared Scared And mostly scared Like I can’t move So if you somehow find me in the dark And somehow want to be there for me I’ll be scared But feel loved. Ps: I’m scared to fall