The beginnings of a story

I slowly crept out of the classroom, turning off the lights as I leave. I smile to myself as I think of how the teacher will react when she walks into this classroom tomorrow morning. The hallways are just like the dead, silent and unmoving. If I was real, the only sound would be the “pat” of my feet hitting the cool cement floor. As I reach the entrance to the school, I notice it is raining. I stare at each drop of rain and wonder how long it would take to count them all. I reach out my hand and point a finger in front of me, then, slowly, I drag my finger down an imaginary screen. I drag my finger down until it touches my knee and look around. I could now see each individual drop of raining moving in slow motion. I then blink 3 times and look around again. I was in a world filled with molecules and tiny bits of space no one even thought existed. Once again, I smiled to myself, hoarding the fact that I was the only person to uncover this world of magic. Suddenly, a small alarm went off in my arm. I sighed and blinked three times and bought my hand up, bringing my focus back to normal. I took a step outside the school building and started to walk.

After a while, I landed up in a small park in the middle of the small city. I always enjoyed watching children play. Their minds were so full of obscure thoughts that adults would never believe yet these children would be ready to argue for the truth of their fairy tales. We all lose activity in parts of our mind as we grow older, I know from first-hand experience. I have watched so many creative children grow up and become mindless adults, each one deciding it to be easier to swim with the flow instead of against it. I settled down under a small oak tree near the swing set and looked around. I adjusted my breathing, closed my eyes and opened the small gate that separated my thoughts from the thoughts of the rest of the world. My mind was instantly bombarded with information, thoughts, promises, ideas and problems. I heard an accumulation of thoughts from a number of different people about what they would like to eat from dinner. I heard an argument between a brother and sister about who at the last doughnut. Someone close by was mourning while someone else was preparing to jump off a bridge. I saved all these thoughts for later analysis and was in the process of once again closing my mind when I heard a loud thought.

 “Hey mister!”

I opened my eyes and there, standing before me was a girl.