Isaac gazed off into an infinite void, and he wasn't sure whether or not to enter it. He wasn't sure it he could trust Andre, but he knew that he seemed to have most of the answers. He wanted to trust him, but he knew that they had gotten in a fight, and it had been a roller coaster with him. What was inside his mind? Isaac pondered this question as he rode his bike around in circles, trying to think of a way to apologize to him. Could he just walk up to him and say he was sorry? Did he have to buy him any special kinds of card, flowers, or a gift? Thinking of it just confused him even further, and he decided that the best thing to do was just apologize and say, "you were right."
The next day, Isaac woke up to his parents preparing pancakes, and he was a little bit surprised. It was different than the usual crepes, but that didn't bother him. He found it funny; large changes like dreams coming true can slowly start surprising, but small things like the breakfast food of the day being different startled him greatly. He thought about this as he sat down, his parents serving him an enormous plate of flapjacks. Luckily, he had woken up on time today, so he could finally enjoy sitting down with them and eating a nice warm breakfast, chatting and laughing. That's exactly what they did, eating their food and then watching some more comedy T.V. They were doing a slight binge of a series called Doctor Who, and it was the season finale. The Doctor had just revealed that he was able to regenerate, and he came back as a different doctor, much to Rose's delight. The end credits showed, and Isaac was in happy tears as he rode to school.
He arrived at the grand building, and he saw Andre standing on the steps, waiting for him. He walked up and gave a sincere apology, saying that he crossed the line by yelling. Andre apologized as well, saying that he didn't know why he had hit him. After that, he revealed that the man had held him hostage for a second, and he was forced into revealing Isaac's address. He shrugged this off, but Isaac was disturbed by this, even if he didn't show it. Andre was willing to admit his address? Did this make him not able to trust him now for sure? He wasn't certain, but he stopped thinking about it just as he heard the bell ring, so they walked inside together, parting ways whenever he got to his locker.
The day went by normally, but that night, as he lay in bed, he wasn't sure what to think. He knew that this was dream night, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to try to sleep. He was pretty sure that it didn't matter, but he dozed off anyway. He went through a quiet and tranquil night, all without a dream.
The next day, Isaac was biking to school, riding alongside Andre. They were chatting up a storm, and he realized that Andre had the coolest metal shocks, even cooler than his were. They continued to ride, passing by the abandoned library, wishing they could enter the swimming pool to their right, and noticing children playing at the public park near the school. He glanced at his mirror, noting a black 2005 Honda Accord.
A black 2005 Honda Accord.
A black 2005 Honda Accord.
He began to increase his pace. He didn't care if his legs were killing him. Andre followed close behind, and he notified him of the car. He continued to ride, constantly watching his mirror to see if the car was behind him. He turned onto the sidewalk, right by the same place where the school was, as he rushed over to the bike rack with Andre.
A bike is never faster than a car.
Isaac couldn't even think as the car slammed into his body. He tried his best to stay alert, but his ears were deafened by the sound of his bones crunching into a thousand pieces, and the last thing he saw were people rushing over to him as everything went black.
A white daze surrounded Isaac as he tried to get up, but all of the bones in his body ached as he moved, so he lied back down, looking up to see a large light. He squinted his eyes at it and then he closed them, taking a short nap.
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Lucid (#wattys2016)
Science FictionHIGHEST RANKING: 303 IN SCIENCE FICTION Isaac Crowley is your average 15 year old boy. He is a sophomore in high school, plays sports, and hangs out with his friends. Everything in his life is in control, and he knows that he has a bright future ahe...