[b][size=medium]The following tale is all true.[/size][/b]
I’m walking in a forest. Trees surrounding me. All of them are in strange shapes and have burn marks on them. As I walk some more I see a lot of strange rocks. I look at one particular rock and I recognise it, not sure from what though. I look up at the sky. The sun is up theren but the sky is black like at night. I walk along the path and I see a stream. I look in it, and gasp. I am not 16; I look like I’m 7.
When I look up, I see a tall man standing in front of me. I can’t see his face. All I see he is wearing a fancy suit. I see his left arm coming towards me. His skin is a pale grey. I see his hand, but it is not a hand. It is a tentacle! The tentacle touches my right cheek. “Gavin,†It says but with no mouth. “Wake up!â€
I feel someone shaking me. “Wake up!†The person is a girl and has bright brown hair and amber eyes. She looks about 8 years old. The person who was shaking me was my baby sister, Eleanora. “The bus is coming in an hour Gavin!†She says.
I look at the clock and see it’s 5:30. “All right El. Tell mom I’ll be up in a moment.†Eleanora walks to the door and does a little wave at me before she finally leaves my room.