Journal+9-+Long+Sneeze

Shandon the geometry teacher retired to his bedroom at the strike of nine, a strange feeling arose in his chest, swirling into his brain until he realized that a terrible issue had arose. His spectacles had disappeared; they were not on the wooden nightstand to the left of his feather bed. He got up, and fumbled around his bathroom cupboards for the flashlight. His hand clasped around something small and furry. It squeaked. "Woah!" He shouted, and jolted back, hitting his head against the door. Suddenly his mind went blank, his vision got fuzzy, and he slowly drifted, drifted until nothing in front of him seemed to be there...

Allie had always wanted to be a ballerina. At the age of 10 she was finally getting her chance. She trotted down the stairs in a leotard and ballet slippers, energy bursting form her with every skipping step. Her mom led her into the car and started the engine. Allie was so excited. She daydreamed about leaping and twirling in the air, her grace being the center of attention. She would be able to dance to anything; the ocean waves, the howling breeze on Hill Park, the sway of trees in the forest, the. CRASH! Her body suddenly shot forward as she was pulled from reality. The sight of raging metal of all shapes and colors flashed across her vision, and then everything slowly went black.

Jason was always a careful driver. An average teen, he was a year into his permanent license, and he was busy daydreaming about his average job and average girlfriend, and his mind started to wander to and from the normal everyday things in his life. Soon the occasional tree was the teacher in the Chem lab, teaching pointless facts about something his future profession would never need. There was money in engineering, and everything was saved up for him to go to a decent school. Not that engineering specifically appealed to him. He really wasn't sure what he wanted to do, nor did he want to think about it. Engineering. He thought about his awesome geometry teacher. How would he view math if it weren't for him? How would he... //Shit//, he thought. He turned the wheel quickly but it was too late. Soon the sound of wrecking metal subsided, but his senses were numb by that point.