The Musik blared loudly, and I could still hear it with my hands covering my ears. The other high school students skipped and ran through the dark woods at midnight on their way to a deserted log kabine in the middle of nowhere. I rolled my eyes (like all high schoolers do,) at the others, drunk and incoherent.
I could barely see two feet in front of me, when I banged into a firm wooden door. I stumbled backwards as I cursed under my breath and rubbed my forehead. I then succeeded in opening the door and getting in the cabin. It was warm and cozy, with no party energy whatsoever...yet. I regretted coming to this party in the first place. I then disappeared into the bibliothek and heard the rest of the gang laugh their way drunkly in. I was shocked to see one of the most beliebt girls in our school walk in, actually sober. Gretchen Baxter. My eyes opened wide in pure shock, as my jaw literally dropped. I quickly shut it. She grinned and then giggled to herself and looked at the ground.
"Gavin...Wiles, is it???" she questioned me.
"Umm...Yeah. You...Read?" Greatest conversation starter ever, I told myself sarcastically.
"Yeah, science fiction. You?"
"Fantasy."
"Soooo...Good party I guess, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe. So...what are Du looking for?"
"I'm thinking of switching it up, and Lesen Romeo and Juliet. In history class, we're learning about Shakespeare, so I figured I'd read on of his works while I'm at it. Why not, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Want me to help Du find it? I can if Du want."
"Yeah, that'd be awesome! Let's go!"
A couple of Minuten later, I discovered the dusty thing. I brushed it clean, and we opened it and gasped as lights flashed and wind blew violently. Moments later, we were sucked into a different dimension.
I could barely see two feet in front of me, when I banged into a firm wooden door. I stumbled backwards as I cursed under my breath and rubbed my forehead. I then succeeded in opening the door and getting in the cabin. It was warm and cozy, with no party energy whatsoever...yet. I regretted coming to this party in the first place. I then disappeared into the bibliothek and heard the rest of the gang laugh their way drunkly in. I was shocked to see one of the most beliebt girls in our school walk in, actually sober. Gretchen Baxter. My eyes opened wide in pure shock, as my jaw literally dropped. I quickly shut it. She grinned and then giggled to herself and looked at the ground.
"Gavin...Wiles, is it???" she questioned me.
"Umm...Yeah. You...Read?" Greatest conversation starter ever, I told myself sarcastically.
"Yeah, science fiction. You?"
"Fantasy."
"Soooo...Good party I guess, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe. So...what are Du looking for?"
"I'm thinking of switching it up, and Lesen Romeo and Juliet. In history class, we're learning about Shakespeare, so I figured I'd read on of his works while I'm at it. Why not, right?"
"Yeah, sure. Want me to help Du find it? I can if Du want."
"Yeah, that'd be awesome! Let's go!"
A couple of Minuten later, I discovered the dusty thing. I brushed it clean, and we opened it and gasped as lights flashed and wind blew violently. Moments later, we were sucked into a different dimension.
He woke up all alone in the darkness. He felt something
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his herz started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
cold and metallic around his wrist. What the hell? What's going on? He had been handcuffed before, but not like this. He's an escape artist, illusionist even. He's a very famous man, living in the sinful and colorful city of Las Vegas, Nevada. Yet, why is he locked in this room all alone? He looked down and noticed he was shirtless. Where's my shirt? His muscular tanned abs were exposed in the dark room, as he felt his long dark hair touching his shoulders and below his neck. He pulled on the handcuff. Damn it! I've escaped out of these before! Why isn't it working now?
He heard footsteps coming, as his herz started to race. He heard a giggle, as a blonde girl wearing his symbols and clothing line stood before him. She smiled in a sinister way, "Hello, Mr. Angel! We've been expecting you!"
