• "This world. . . .
    . . . .Is so . . . .
    . . . .Boring."


    I am Reh Simms, i lead an ordinary life, living everyday on the same schedule.
    I believe this life to be the most boring thing. . . If only i was born in another time. I am a highschool student, 11th grade. . .Though even if i gradute in another year, after that i have no plans. . . .But does that really matter?

    I stop day dreaming, my eyes gazing out of the open window. "Hey. . ." A girl from my class calls out "Ermm. . .What's your name again? Ah, anyway, it doesn't matter, let me see your notes." I, of course didn't do my notes, but the thing that ticks me off a little is that i have known this girl since middle school. "Ahh, i'm Reh, i don't think we've met" i say in a fake tone of ignorance "i don't have the notes, sorry." She walks off without a word.
    ".. . . Ahh, i am invisable to everyone yet again. . .This world should just end already" I mutter to myself.


    Ring, ring, ring, the class ends and we go to lunch. As i walk to my lunch, i see a buetiful girl, who i happen to have liked since middle school, he name is Laylin. She is a year younger than me, even though we're in the same grade.
    I stand there, staring at her nervously, then i enter the lunch room. "She wouldn't notice me. . . Damn. . . .Damn everything" I say outloud. I open my lunch (School lunch is expensive, damn it!) but before i can see anything, a hand grabs it. "Hey, hey ,hey, how's our favorite free vending nerd doing?" a giant boy says with a giant smirk on his face that stretches to his ear. "Ahh, uhm. . .h-hey" i say as i stare before 3 large boys and 2 girls clinging to them.
    "Hey, gimme some money and i won't let them hit you in the face, kid." one of the girls say, looking down on me while smiling with her grubby hands extended.

    "So-sorry . . .I-I-I'm broke." . . . And with that, they beat me up and gave me a swirly . . .Then threw me in a trash can. . . Then beat me up again and put me AND the trash can in a locker. Needless to say, i hate my life. Long after school is over, i am let out by a teacher ( Who i saw. . .Watching me get the living crap beat out of me). I walked home, aching and smelly. . .And damp.
    "I hope this world vanishes. . . I hope everyone in it vanishes. . . Was i born only to be stepped on?" I think to myself, until i see Laylin walking down the street. My pessimistic views go away after seeing her, even though i know she doesn't know me, and will never like me, i still get to see her. . .Atleast for another year.

    She walks down the street with three other girls. They are all talking and laughing, and when Laylin turns, i can see her smiling face rise above her slender shoulders. As i walk, my focus turned on Laylin, her freinds wave and depart, and Laylin waves back and crosses the street. As she crosses, I notice a car coming full speed. "it'll stop. . ." i say to myself. But. . .It didn't slow down, Laylin, oblivious to the car coming, just kept walking. . . . . ."It'll stop. . .No need to do anything stupid. . ." I think to myself.

    . . . . . .BAM!!! . . . . ."Everything is . . . So cold. . ." I say to myself. "Wha- . . . What happned. . . ?. . . . .Why is my vision fading. . . . Am i dieng?. . . Oh. . . .I see. . . .I. . . .See." I open my eyes to a room. . . .It has 7 people in it and a giant black ball. "I'm not dead?" I ask. "No, you're dead kid, welcome to the party." A tall, sleek man says, he looks italian, but he speaks as if he is from Brookyln. "My name is Leo" he says, pointing to himself with a smile.
    The other six introduced themselves aswell. 2 black men, one was named Ledanian, thaough his nick name was Lead. The other didn't give a name, only a nickname. "I'm Murda, nice ta' meet ya' kid." "Just call him cuddles, his name doesn't suit him" A women said, laughing a bit. The man looked away, i could tell he was a bit irritated. "I'm Dezzie" the women said, she wore a small, light purple hoodie, and had glasses. "She's cute" i thought. The other 3 didn't give me there names, they only stared in amazement and agitation. "looks like the lot of ya are new here" said Lead "All will be explained in due time".
    The lange black Ball started up a song, and writing came up.

    "Hello morons, all of you are dead, get over it" You're live's are mine now to do with as i damn well please.
    Well, that's the theory anyway."




    And with that. . . . .My life changed forever. . . .