Post by anzensei on Oct 12, 2008 18:28:40 GMT
I tapped my pencil on the desk angrily. The more I listened to the teacher, the angrier he made me. After school I was heading straight to Burobur, the parallel world that my father had discovered. People had called my Dad a quack, searching for a non-exsistant plane. But I had assisted him, and we found it together. The people there called their planet 'Burobur'.
I'm a hero to those people. Something called a Force Backer. Whenever I go there, and can summon a flying creture with icy-ble eyes, and blue scales like water. On my command this great beast could freez the very planes of life on Burobur. Good thing I have no intention of doing that.
The bell rang loudly and I bolted out of class--out of school. 3:00 PM, my favorite time of the day. I took my bike from the others and rode in the direction of my house on the edge of the city. The only way to Burobur was through a teleporter. Specifically, the one my Father had built.
Traffic wasn't bad yet, but in the time it took me to get on the main road, the said road would be cramped and congested with those metal monsters. But I had a short-cut. A sharp turn into the alleyway and up the wooden ramp I made last month. This alley led straight onto Grunny Street, a strait shot from my house. This was were bikes had it over on cars--those killing, metal, monsters.
I walked my bike up the drive way and into the garage, against the wall away from Dad's power tools.
I'm a hero to those people. Something called a Force Backer. Whenever I go there, and can summon a flying creture with icy-ble eyes, and blue scales like water. On my command this great beast could freez the very planes of life on Burobur. Good thing I have no intention of doing that.
The bell rang loudly and I bolted out of class--out of school. 3:00 PM, my favorite time of the day. I took my bike from the others and rode in the direction of my house on the edge of the city. The only way to Burobur was through a teleporter. Specifically, the one my Father had built.
Traffic wasn't bad yet, but in the time it took me to get on the main road, the said road would be cramped and congested with those metal monsters. But I had a short-cut. A sharp turn into the alleyway and up the wooden ramp I made last month. This alley led straight onto Grunny Street, a strait shot from my house. This was were bikes had it over on cars--those killing, metal, monsters.
I walked my bike up the drive way and into the garage, against the wall away from Dad's power tools.
