I was walking down the street one day. You know your normal route from school to home and vice versa. I walked into the library to check on my friend, Seth, when a glint on a bookshelf caught my eye. I walked over and grabbed a thick dark green spiral notebook that had the words, "Journal" on the cover in old lettering. It was barely smaller than my head. I looked on the back, but no letters for the author or any numbers. Not even a subject; just a green spiral notebook. It was very old and faded. I opened the cover. When I did, everything was silent. The little kids with their mother's in line waiting to check out were moving their mouths, but no noise. The crinkling of newspapers in the hands of the older people was no longer there. I looked at the first page and it was blank. I turned through the whole book. Every page was blank. I closed it and the sounds reached my ears. I stuffed the note book in my backpack and left.

That night when I got home, I didn't mention the notebook at all. When everyone else was asleep, I reached down and grabbed the notebook out of my backpack. I grabbed the flashlight off my dresser and clicked it on. I opened the notebook and clicked the flashlight on and off. No noise once again. This time when I opened the journal, there were two small words written in spidery lettering. "Alaxander Jacobs". I had never heard of him, then again, I never really paid any attention in school. Then, several sentences appeared.

"Beware. If you read this you will gain knowledge of fantastical places beyond our world, dimension and imagination. Once you read this, there will be no going back. There will be a price to pay. If you agree, then welcome to..." the rest never appeared. I ignored the warning. What could be so bad about reading? I would regret that later.

I turned the page and began reading. "Dimensions" was the title. It explained the concept of dimensions, and then, at the bottom of the page was, "Do you wish to continue?" I took my eyes off the book, and realized that is was dawn. I had read for hours without knowing it. I put the book back in my backpack and slept until morning.

Mom woke me up at 7:50. I had slept through my alarm. I rushed to get dressed and ran downstairs. At 8:01, I ran out the door with a half-eaten piece of toast in my mouth. I ran down to the bus stop and barely caught the bus. I walked down the aisle and sat down next to Seth.

“Hey Krys. I didn’t see you at the library last night. Where were you?” He said. I took a bite of my toast and shoved the rest in my backpack. Then I took out my history book, a pencil, and some paper.

“Oh, I had to leave early. But I could use some help with my homework,” I replied.

He leaned over and looked over our assignment. He took the pencil and circled sentences that were apparently supposed to help me.

“You have got to start getting your homework done. Your grades aren’t exactly high. Mr. M is on your back too,” Seth scolded.

“I’m working on it, okay?” I replied, scribbling furiously on my paper.

Seth looked over and said, “World War One was after the Revolutionary War.”

I shot him a look and corrected my answer. We had about twenty minutes to go before we got to the school, so I had some decent answers by the time we got there.

As I walked down the halls to get to my locker, some eleventh-graders tripped me as I walked by. I fell on my face and slowly got up as they were laughing at me. I quickly gathered my things and went on. As I was putting my stuff in my locker, my hand touched the notebook. I flinched for some reason but hung my backpack up. I sat down in homeroom waiting for my teacher and other classmates to arrive. Seth was two seats ahead of me in the same row. I finished my history and math papers. I wasn’t expecting a good grade on either. Ninth grade can kill you. No matter how old you are, how good you are at the subjects, or how popular you are. Ninth grade can, and will kill you. Just putting that out there.

At about 8:15 everyone started filing in. I kept my head down and put away my books. At exactly 8:17, my teacher came in. His name was Mr. Mackerbie. He was the dislikable kind. He was short, squatty, and was balding very bad. He was attempting to keep a white moustache on his lip, but was failing. He wore a pink-and-white striped button-up shirt with kakis and brown loafers. He was in his early fifties. He pushed his nineteen-seventy glasses up his stubby nose and said, “Good morning failures. I hope you did your homework last night, because we are having a pop-quiz.” At this everyone moaned.

Mr. M walked around the classroom slapping our pop-quizzes on our desks. He stopped at me and glared down. I didn’t look at him and kept my head down. He continued down our aisle and I grabbed my pencil. The subject was Literature, one of my least favorite. I wrote down my name at the top of my page and scribbled down the best answers I could think of.

At 8:26, Mr. M came around and collected our papers. He put them on his desk and stood over at his podium. He began a long and boring lecture on how we were failing in life and our future was dead because we were so lazy in our classes. I rolled my eyes back into my head and thought about the peace-giving silence of the notebook, and how badly I would like it right about now. Mr. M turned around and began writing famous Shakespeare quotes on the board. While he was turned around I silently stole a piece of paper out of my desk and began doodling.

I was busy trying to draw a six-dimensional cube, when Mr. M slammed his hand down on my paper. I looked up, surprised that the entire class was looking at me. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 8:40. Mr. M grabbed my paper and studied it.

“Miss Rouge, I do not appreciate doodling in my class,” He said.

I rolled my eyes before looking up and saying, “What do you call what’s written on the board?” Indeed, his handwriting looked like lines of loops and dots.

“Literature, Miss Rouge. And if you do not like it, then you can go to the principal’s office,” He said, sneering. I gritted my teeth and stood up to walk out. Mr. M watched contentedly as I walked out to go to the principal’s office. He stuffed a hall pass in my hand as I walked by him. I took it and exited the room.

I quietly walked down the hall to the office. This was the thirteenth time this week. This was by far the earliest I had ever gotten punished. I turned and entered the office. The principal, Mr. Dean, was much friendlier than Mr. M. He was in his early twenties, and he wore a blue button-up shirt with a sports coat over it. He usually wore jeans with that, but on occasions he wore dress pants. He had a clean-shaven face and light brown hair. He looked up from his paperwork and saw me.

“Krys?” He asked, frowning. I nodded. “What was it this time?”

“I was drawing a six-dimensional cube while he was insulting our lives,” I said, plopping down in a chair.

 “You know he doesn’t like his students drawing,” He said.

“He doesn’t like his students,” I retorted, looking away.  He sighed and said, “I know you don’t like him, but you are going to have to bear with him until nine, okay?” he replied.

“You aren’t going to punish me?” I asked.

“It’s early, so I’m going to let you off. But try and cooperate until next period,” He said. I nodded and left.

Let’s just say I’m not an A student okay? I am fifteen years old. I am five foot eight, and I am in ninth grade in a school in Winslow, Arizona. I have black hair, green eyes, and I like to occasionally fight. I’m wearing black jeans with a layered shirt. The underneath is white, and the top is a dark blue. My hair is short and choppy. I am wearing a gray beanie and my pocketknife is in my pocket. I don’t do any sports. My name is Krystal Rouge.

Seth Falcone has been my best friend since fourth grade. He is sixteen and has slightly shaggy dark brown hair with blue eyes. He doesn’t have any facial hair, and he doesn’t want any. He is five foot nine and does track. He is trying to get me to try out for free style wrestling. He thinks it will be better for me than fist-fighting at the bus stop. He usually wears jeans with a white tee-shirt underneath an unbuttoned, button-up shirt. He is a good student, but not a nerd. He usually gets Bs and As.

When I got to class, Seth looked at me worriedly but quickly turned around. I sat down at my desk and tried to stay awake till nine.

The bell rung and snapped me out of my daydream. I hurriedly gathered my things and walked out with Seth. Our lockers were right next to each other, so we talked while we were gathering our things.

“So Mr. Dean totally went easy on you?” Seth asked.

“Yeah. He said that it was early so he was gonna let me off the hook,” I replied, grabbing my book.

“You’re lucky you got off with the record you have,” He said, closing his locker.

“Sure. What did Mr. M do when I left?” I asked.

“Basically, he explained to the class that you were a juvenile delinquent and that you belonged in a prison,” Seth answered.

“So, the usual?” I asked.

“Yeah, whatever helps you understand it,” Seth said, laughing. I smiled. He was a guy that could always make you feel better. I looked behind him and saw the group of eleventh-graders that tripped me that morning. I turned around and pretended to get something out of my locker.

“Eleventh’s at eight o’ clock,” Seth said.

“I know,” I whispered. My hand brushed past the notebook and I flinched again. I heard Seth start to say something, but he stopped. I felt a hand on my back and I turned around. The eleventh-grader that tripped me slapped my books out of my arms. Another one had gotten Seth. I bent down to pick up my books and he kicked the top of my head. I yelled and rolled back against the lockers. Seth looked at me as he was picking up his books. I slowly got up and stood in front of him. He was Alax. The leader of a group of jerks who pushed any younger kids around.

“I’m not in the mood Alax,” I said gritting my teeth.

“I heard that you like to fight,” He taunted. I looked at Seth and he shook his head no. I looked back at the floor. “Didn’t you hear me?” Alax yelled.

“I heard you fine!” I shouted.

“Ooh, someone is getting angry,” He mocked. He pushed me against the lockers and stepped on my books. I let him push me and I slammed against the lockers. A good-sized group of kids had gathered.

I balled my fists and looked at Alax. His bright green eyes were piercing my skull. I swung a punch and it hit him on the stomach. He stepped back and I stepped forward. He swung a punch back and I dodged it. I grabbed his wrist when he swung another punch. I was going to slam him against the floor in a Judo-move, but he twisted his wrist out of my grip and grabbed mine. He twisted my arm against my back and pushed my head into the lockers. I yelled and tried to get out of his grip. It was no use. He was eighteen and I was fifteen. He played football too. I gritted my teeth and tried not to yell any more. I saw Seth out of the corner of my eye. He rushed up to Alax and kicked his stomach. Alax released his grip and I moved my arm out from behind me. I punched Alax across the face a few times. He looked up at me and wiped some blood from his lip. One of his “team” came and grabbed Seth. Two more came and grabbed me before I could go after Seth. They held my arms back so I couldn’t block any punches. I couldn’t move my arms at all. Alax came forward with all the other kids chanting, “Fight, fight, fight!” over and over. Alax punched me across the face and hit my eye socket. He punched my stomach several times as well. I tried to lurch over, but his guys wouldn’t release me. Alax punched my stomach as hard as he could one last time before signaling his guy’s to let me go. I fell to the floor in defeat.

Alax walked away with his guy’s right before Mr. Dean, Mr. M, and the nurse, Mrs. Cheng, broke through the circle of kids. She leaned over me and asked if I was okay. She helped me stand up and walked me to the nurse’s office. There she called the hospital and my parents.

Chapter 2

I woke up in the morning in my bed with an ice pack on my face. I threw back the covers and tried to sit up. My stomach stopped me from doing so. I slowly moved my legs to the edge of my bed and stood up. I looked down and saw that my backpack was on the side of my bed. I thought about opening the book and skipping school, but I wanted to find Seth and see if he was okay.

I slowly got dressed and walked downstairs. Mom was putting some eggs and toast on a bed tray, most likely for me or Dad.

“Krys, get back in bed! You aren’t going to school today,” She said.

“I’m fine Mom. I want to know if Seth is okay,” I argued.

“Where is the ice pack I gave you?” She asked worriedly. She came over to feel my eye, but I pushed her hand away.

“I’m fine. Can I at least call him?” I said. Mom nodded.

“He skipped school today too,” She said. I slowly walked over to the phone and dialed Seth’s number.

“Hello?” The receiver said.

“Hey, this is Krys. Can I talk to Seth?” I asked.

“Sure, just a second.” I waited a bit before I heard Seth say, “What’s up?”

“I’m doing nothing. Are you okay?” I asked.

“Of course I’m fine! Alax didn’t do anything to me! I was about to call and ask if you were okay!” He yelled. “You got a pretty nasty black eye. Your parents freaked out when they saw you.”

“Good grief. You sound like a nanny,” I said. “I’m fine. You wanna come over and hang out? I’m apparently not going to school.”

“Sure. Mr. Dean gave me your homework. We’re doing that before Halo,” He said. I rolled my eyes but said, “Okay. See you in a few.” and hung up.

I sat down on the couch and Mom brought me my breakfast. “Seth is coming over,” I told Mom. I turned on the T.V and took a bite of bacon. It was on CNN and the announcer was talking about a high school fight getting out of hand and how authorities and worried parents were talking about getting security guards in the schools. It showed footage that looked like it was from a cell phone of Alax punching my stomach and me trying to get free. I quickly changed it to a recording of Burn Notice.

After a few minutes, someone knocked on the door. I started to get up but Mom set me down and ran over to the door. I heard Seth greeting Mom and he came around the corner.

“Hey dude. Burn Notice?” I said eagerly. He waved a manila folder in front of me and sat down with a pencil and paper in hand. I moaned and turned off the T.V.  Seth took a piece of my bacon and munched on it as he turned to my homework page in my history book. The rest of the morning was studying and homework.

At one we were done. I slammed my books closed and threw everything that had to do with school on the far end of the couch. I set the bed tray on the floor and grabbed my X-Box 360 remote. Seth grabbed his and we played Halo and Call of Duty for the rest of the day.

I woke up on the couch at six in the morning. Apparently I had to go to school today. I got up and took a shower and fixed myself a bowl of cereal. At 7:45 I grabbed my homework off the couch and stuffed it in my backpack. I walked down to the bus stop. I leaned against the oak tree and pulled out the notebook. The same name was on the inside and so was the chapter I read two days ago. The same creepy sentence was at the bottom of the page. “Do you wish to continue?” I looked up and saw the bus coming around the corner. I quickly closed the book and stuffed it back in my backpack.

When I got on the bus, all the kids cheered. I smirked and sat down where Seth usually did. He wasn’t there that day for some reason.

At school I walked down the hallway to get to my locker. Alax and his gang wasn’t where they usually were, so I was thankful for that. I got to my locker and put my stuff in. I opened the notebook for three seconds of silence. I closed it and slammed my locker shut. I walked to homeroom and found Mr. M there early. I quickly turned around but he said, “Miss. Rouge, I would like to talk to you.” I rolled my eyes and turned around.

“What?” I asked, sitting down at my desk.

“Have you been having trouble in your classes?” He asked.

“Isn’t that obvious?” I said.

“Do you know why?” He asked.

“Because I suck,” I answered.

He ignored my comment and said, “I believe it is because you are getting into too many fights. Yesterday was just one of many fights you have had. Weather it is for self-defense or for pleasure, you need to stop fighting,” He said. I remembered the reflection of my black eye in the mirror that morning.

“How else am I supposed to get my anger out?” I asked after a while.

“What causes your anger?” He asked.

“You,” I said bluntly. He looked offended. I wasn’t sorry. He said no more. I put my things in my desk and pulled my beanie over my eyes.

The bell rung and it woke me up. I pulled my beanie back and looked at the board. Nothing was there except for Mr. M’s face.

“Good morning. No pop quiz today, but there will be a test in science later,” He said. Until nine, I had to live through more quotes from Shakespeare. I started to doze off on, “To be, or not to be?” 

I shot up when the bell rung at 9:00. I gathered my things and walked out. I quickly exchanged books and headed to History. My history teacher was a tall, nice, blonde woman who was in her early thirties. Her name was Ms. Singer. She had brown eyes and always gave out easy assignments. Today she was wearing a knee-length black skirt with a neat white blouse tucked it the top. She had some purple earrings and a small necklace with a silver cross on it. On the board was written, “Paul Revere” in big, red letters.

“Good morning class. I hope you all did your homework on Paul Revere, because he is our main topic today,” She said happily. I listened intently. Till 10:30 we talked about Paul and then the bell rung. I was slightly disappointed.

“Okay class; be sure to do your homework today because we are having a short test tomorrow,” She said.  I gladly gathered up my things and exited. I walked back to my locker to find Samantha Hodge there. She was a brunette with blue eyes. She liked Seth, but he didn’t like her. She was one of the kids who hung around the popular kids long enough, that she became popular. I knew why she was talking to me.

“Hey Krystal. Where’s Seth?” She asked in a sing-song voice.

“It’s Krys. He is at home today,” I answered, pushing past her to my locker.

“Well, could you give him this note?” She asked, handing me a folded-up piece of notebook paper. I took it and stuffed it in my back pocket.

“Sure,” I said. She smiled and pranced off to her locker. I switched out books and headed to Math. My math teacher was a very tall black guy. He played a lot of basketball when he was younger, but now he taught. He had brown eyes and really short hair. He wore a button-up with a sports coat and jeans. He reminded me of Jamie on Burn Notice. His name was Mr. Howard. (Not Dwight Howard.)

“Morning class. Hope you had a good day yesterday, now open your books to page 124 and we will be discussing advanced geometry,” He said. Most everyone moaned. I spent the rest of class trying to figure the mass of a 3-D decagon, when the bell rung for lunch. Everyone cheered and gathered up their things. I stuffed my junk in my locker and walked to the cafeteria.  I got my tray of pizza, French fries, and half a banana and bought a Mountain Dew out of the vending machine. I sat down at an empty table and began eating. I saw Connor Andrews coming over after a while. He was an extremely hot guy. He had black hair and blue eyes. He played football and he was five foot eleven.  He was a tenth grader and he got better grades than me. He was seventeen. He was wearing a black tee-shirt with a picture of a faded, dripping red star on it. He had dark denim jeans on and his hair was hanging on front of his forehead. 

“Hey, you’re Krystal, right?” He asked.

I nodded. “Krys,” I said.

He smiled and asked, “You were the one that beat Alax?”

“He beat me more than I beat him,” I said, pointing to my black eye. He smiled and sat down. “He’s just a jerk,” I said.

“Yup. And you took him on without a second thought. That takes guts,” He said.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll stick to the kids I can beat easy,” I sighed. He laughed and said, “You do that.” I smiled and he left. I finished my pizza and pop and dumped the rest in the garbage.

I was walking down the hallway, and when I turned the corner to get to my locker, I saw Alax and his guys going through it. I went back behind the corner but kept watching. They dumped out the contents of my backpack, which were, my books, a couple pieces of gum, some paper, pencils, pens, and some erasers, and the notebook. Thankfully, they missed the notebook after it went under a piece of paper. They stepped all over my books to get back in my locker. They pulled out my jacket and an extra beanie I keep in there.  When they were satisfied they walked away with nothing.

When they were gone I went over and picked up my stuff. None of it was damaged thankfully, but I stuffed the notebook in first. I threw away the paper and put the books away. I got my science books as the other people started coming from both directions. I walked toward science and I accidently bumped into Connor. He smiled and I felt my face go hot. I looked down and continued on my way.

Science class was one of the more enjoyable. My teacher was a tall blonde with straight hair and blue eyes. She had blue earrings and a black necklace on with a white tee-shirt and a blue hoodie over that. She had skinny jeans that fit her very well, and flats. Her name was Mrs. Toner.

Today we would be starting a new subject. It was supposed to be a surprise.

“Good morning class. As you all know we are having a test for our last section, the Human Mind. I know you all had a good time with the optical illusions,” She said. Mrs. Toner passed out the papers and everyone finished in about 10 minutes.

                “Well done class!” She congratulated. I smiled. “And now for the new subject, which is Space and Dimensions!” She said. I couldn’t believe my luck. I knew all about dimensions from the notebook. I might actually get good grades this time.

                The rest of the period from 12:00 to 12:30 was the best time I had ever had in school. I paid attention and answered all the questions correctly on the board. At 12:30 the bell rung. I was disappointed, but didn’t show it. Next was Art.

I was about to leave when Mrs. Toner said, “Krys, could you stay for a bit?”

“Am I in trouble?” I asked, walking toward her desk.

“No in fact, quite the opposite. You seemed eager to learn today. I have never seen you like that,” She said.

“Oh. It’s just; I kinda like the subject of space. It is enjoyable,” I answered.

“So I have cracked your code. Did you enjoy today?” She asked.

I nodded and said, “Yes. Don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t, don’t worry,” She said smiling. I smiled back and walked out…right into Alax. I scowled and tried to walk past him. He kept blocking my way.

“Move Alax,” I said.

“Why? What are you going to do about it?” He taunted. Mrs. Toner had put in ear buds and was filing paperwork. Alax pushed me down and Connor walked behind Alax. He saw me on the floor and walked over to him.

“Pick on someone your own size,” He said to Alax.

“Like you?” He replied angrily. Alax walked away.

“You okay?” Conner asked, helping me up.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I said bitterly, picking up my books. He walked me to my locker and he headed to his. I put my science stuff in my locker and headed toward art. Alax bumped into me on the way. He is a husky dude. His full name is Alax Jacobs. He plays football like I mentioned before. He is a lot taller than most kids his age. He is like, six foot. He has brown crew cut hair and green eyes. If he wasn’t a total jerk than I would think he was hot.

At 12:35 I was in art. My absolute favorite class. The only class where I could be what I wanted to be with freedom. My teacher was Mr. Paul. He was a muscular guy with brown hair and brown eyes. He wore jeans with paint all over them and a ratty black tee-shirt that had chalk and oil pastel all over it.

“Hullo class. Today is creative day. Draw, paint, stencil, whatever you would like to make whatever you like. I’m eager to see what you come up with,” He said in his awesome British accent. I picked a big canvas and grabbed some silver, dark blue, black, yellow and white paint. I was about to start when Connor ran in the room, out of breath. My eyes widened as he came in and sat down in an empty seat next to my easel.

“You take art?” He asked.

“Since seventh grade,” I answered.

“I guess I just never noticed you before,” He said sheepishly.

We had an hour and a half for art.

When I was partially done, I set down my paintbrush and looked around. My eye caught Conner’s who was staring at my painting. I looked at the clock and it was 3:00. I would have to finish my painting tomorrow. (Please note that I have not included my whole day of school.)

“That’s…really good,” Conner said, still staring at my painting.

“No it’s not. It’s just a dumb doodle,” I said. Mr. Paul came over to assess our work.

“Krystal, I have never seen you paint like this!” He exclaimed when he saw mine.

“It’s Krys, and it’s not that good. It’s not even done,” I said. Mr. Paul shook his head and walked away. Connor and I packed up our things and he walked me to my locker. I thanked him and gathered my things. I needed to hurry if I was going to make it to the bus stop on time.

I ran out the door and across the street. I turned to the left and ran down the sidewalk.

“Krys, Wait up!” I heard someone yell. I didn’t turn my head but I kept running. If anyone wanted to talk to me, then they can talk to me in school, or on the bus. I ran up to the bench at the bus stop and sat down. I turned my head and saw that Connor was the one chasing me.

“You ride this bus?” I asked. He nodded and leaned over to catch his breath.

“Every day since second grade,” He replied. I leaned back with my hands behind my head and closed my eyes. I heard Conner get up and sit next to me.

“What do you think it would be like if you couldn’t hear? I mean, like if you were deaf. What would it be like?” I asked. Connor looked at me weird.

“I can’t imagine it. I’ve never not been able to hear,” He said. I smiled. We sat there for the bus to come and when it did, Connor took Seth’s spot next to me.

“What are you doing in science?” I asked suddenly.

“Dimensions, and it’s hard,” He said sighing.

“No it ain’t. I’ll show you,” I replied. I ripped eight skinny pieces of paper out of my school notebook and on the first one I didn’t draw anything. On the second I drew a square. On the third I drew a 3-D square. On the fourth I drew a question mark. On the fifth I drew nothing again. On the sixth I drew a triangle, on the seventh I drew a 3-D triangle and on the eighth, I drew another question mark.

“Okay dude, we’re on a third dimension, right?” I pointed to the 3-D square. “And a 2-D or second-dimension is flat, like the paper. A first dimension is where nothing can exist, so it basically doesn’t exist.” I crumpled up the first and fifth pieces of paper. “You know on T.V where they do the shows on alternate dimensions? Well, if our dimension is the 3-D square, then our alternate dimension is the 3-D triangle. You got all this so far?” I asked. Connor nodded. “Good. So, we live in the third dimension. The fourth dimension is something beyond our comprehension. So I can’t draw it. But I think that everything would be doubled. Okay,” I held up three of the remaining six pieces of paper. “Hold up the triangles,” I told Connor. He picked them up like I did. I put the paper I was holding next to his. “Dimensions are right next to each other. But it takes an enormous amount of energy to move from ours to another one. It requires so much energy that it is impossible to do it. And even then, we wouldn’t know what was in there, so we would be completely unprepared.”

“That was the most I have ever heard you say at one time,” Connor said. I smiled and crumpled up the remaining pieces of paper. We sat until Connor had to get off. I rode the rest of the way home alone and that was the end of the day.

Chapter 3

The next day I got up and walked to the bus stop. I found Seth waiting for me.

“Hey dude, Samantha gave me this note for you,” I said, handing him the note. He took it and slowly opened it. I leaned over to read it.

“Dear Seth, You know how owls fly under the moon in the fall? You know how their feather’s glisten after the rain at night? That feeling you get after you see a beautiful sight like that is how I feel about you. Caudally, Samantha.”

“Wow,” I said. “I like it. I wouldn’t exactly call it poetic...” I laughed. Seth’s face was pale.

“She’s gotta get over me eventually, right?” He asked. “It is a beautiful visualization though—in my opinion,” Seth said, sighing. We sat there in silence waiting for the bus. It showed up late. I got on and saw Conner. He looked up and smiled at me. Seth sat down where he usually does, but I went and sat by Conner in the back of the bus. Connor and I continued our talk on dimensions. We drove for a while and the bus picked up Samantha. She saw that the spot next to Seth was empty and she gladly took it. I felt bad for ditching him, but it was Connor, one of the most popular guys in school.

At my locker, Seth refused to talk to me.

“Dude, I didn’t know that she got on after us! I never paid attention. I’m sorry!” I said as he walked away. I slammed my locker and ran to catch up with him.

“She wouldn’t stop flirting with me! You know how much I hate her!” He said, turning around.

“Then why don’t you tell her that you hate her!?” I asked.

“I’m not the kinda guy who does that, you know that!” He said. I sighed and continued walking with him to Home Room. I dropped my homework on Mr. M’s desk and sat down at my own. A few other people were finishing up homework, so I pulled my beanie down for a nap.

The bell woke me up as Mr. M came in. I fixed my beanie and leaned on my hand.

“Good morning failures. We will be having a test next week, so be prepared. You will be having a test in Math, Reading, Computer, and you have P.E today,” He announced. I rolled my eyes and banged my head on my desk. It made a large “bang”, but I didn’t care.

The rest of the day was normal. I got sent to Mr. Dean several times for dozing off, playing with my pocket knife, (which got taken away) and shooting spit balls at Mr. M. At lunch I sat with Seth and Connor. I took the tests and failed two of them. I got a D in the last one. P.E was normal. It’s one of the classes I get good grades in. Then Art came.

“Okay students, some of you have not finished your work from yesterday. You may continue working on those. Those of you who are done, you may draw on the whiteboard,” Mr. Paul said.

I happily began working on my painting. After a while Connor looked up from his charcoal picture and said, “Wow.”

“I told you, it’s just a doodle,” I said.

“A doodle with paint and a doodler with talent!” Mr. Paul said, studying my picture. I slipped my smock off and draped it over a chair.

“Whatever,” I said, sitting down. I pulled my beanie over my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up with Connor shaking my shoulder gently. I pulled my beanie up and looked around. The entire classroom was empty. I stood up and stretched.

“Thanks for waking me up,” I said. Connor nodded as I began walking out. I grabbed my stuff out of my locker and walked to the bus stop. I fell asleep leaning on Connor’s shoulder waiting for the bus.

I woke up again when the bus came. I walked on and I didn’t see Seth anywhere, so I sat next to Connor.

“Man, you’re tired,” Connor said as I yawned. I nodded and leaned on his shoulder again. I didn’t wake up again till a kid woke me up. I was lying on the seat of the bus and we were at my bus stop. I walked home.

That night, since I had slept all day, I woke up at exactly midnight. I yawned and grabbed the notebook out of my backpack. I grabbed the flashlight and turned to the, “Do you wish to continue?” page. I turned the page. The next page was filled with vibrant colors and strange-looking creatures and plants. My eyes widened as I examined the three-eyed creatures and other strange objects. Everything was as colorful as it could have been.

“Here, I have put versions of creatures that I came across in the fourth Dimension in three-dimensional form. These are far from accurate,” It said. I didn’t believe it. I closed the book, opened it, and read it again. I sighed and put the book back down, disappointed that it turned out to be junk. I fell asleep again.

Sorry it's so long. I was in a really weird mood when I wrote this... not my best work, either. Eh.