Somehow I had stumbled across a group of fish poachers working out of a nearby river. I observed them for a few days just to gather information, figure out how many of them there were, what their cars looked like, etc. Going to the police for this never really crossed my mind. Instead, I confronted them. I informed them that what they were doing was wrong, and if they did not stop, I would expose them. Fortunately, I had enough sense to keep my distance while telling them this because as soon as I turned to retreat into the trees, they started to follow me. I had broken into a cold sweat by the time I had reached my car. The men following me backed off when they saw me in the vehicle, but only so they could get in their cars to continue pursuit. I streaked off towards the nearest proper road. To get home, I had to turn left, but the road looked so busy, waiting for an opening would make me a sitting duck. I swerved right at the first opportunity and commenced a terrifyingly real feeling drive. I floored it, swerving between lanes and leaving a chorus of honking horns in my wake. I took corners practically on two wheels. I slipped in and out of alleys, praying that they were not dead ends. The men remained in my rear-view mirror until at last, I charged into another wooded area, sped down a dirt path, and literally crashed through some bushes onto the main road. This time, I was going in the correct direction, and I did not take my foot off of the accelerator until I had returned safely home.
Upon arrival, I discovered that one of the history teachers from my high school had dropped by. He greeted me, and for once his too blue eyes and dizzying tallness made me feel safe instead of unnerved. If the poachers found me, they would have to face this man's stare. I had no doubt about who would win. The teacher explained that he had come to clear up some confusion about a device called a powerbook, which was required for school. People had taken it into their heads that it was a piece of hardware like an e-reader. Apparently, that was not the case. Rather, it was software that you could download into everything from a desktop to a digital camera. It worked like powerpoint, but for creating portfolios instead of presentations. I felt so relieved I hadn't bought one of the tablet e-reader things before finding this out. Those tablet things are expensive!
The class began, though I'm uncertain if any time passed or if we just appeared in a lecture hall and got to work immediately. It all seemed fairly mundane. The subject fluctuated between modern physics, economics, and theater. Whatever the subject, I seemed to enjoy it; I had finished the first major assignment before the teacher had officially assigned it. After the class announcing the project, I went home to reflect on the topics we had discussed. For one reason or another, this included me plugging and unplugging electronics from wall outlets. I did not do anything with the electronics themselves. I just stared at the plugs. Then things got weird.
First, I found myself in an abandoned quarry, along with a few of my favorite teachers. Then, I noticed that the poachers had arrived. They leaped into the quarry bottom with superhuman strength, and a battle commenced. Lights swirled around the teachers, a different color for each of them. One poacher tried to punch a history teacher, but he rocketed out of reach, propelled by a column of yellow light. Another teacher glowed blue and seemed to have harnessed particle wave duality to his advantage. He seemed harmless when you looked at him, but turn your back and you would find yourself pummeled from all sides until you looked at him again and noticed he had appeared on the other side of the quarry. Unfortunately, not all the poachers went after the teachers. One headed straight for me. Without knowing what to do, I made a hand motion like pulling something apart. The next thing I knew, the poacher's body hovered near one of my hands, and his skeleton hovered by the other. I flipped.
"NO! GO BACK TOGETHER! HOW DO I FIX THIS!? GAHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
I slammed my hands back together and hoped. The two portions of the man squished together and miraculously healed back into one understandably horrified person. The poacher collapsed to the ground shaking. I calmed down for a second before realizing that another one was coming my way. This time, I had an idea. I ran straight towards the new aggressor, pantomimed pushing down, which propelled me up and over him. He jumped to meet me, but I clasped both hands over my head and swung them down like a hammer. Purple light cracked from my hands, thudding into his chest, beating him into the ground, and sending an amethyst shock wave out in all directions. I fell back to earth and rolled to the ground. The fight had ended, and most of the teachers had wandered off. My history teacher however remained.
"That was some pretty powerful magic," he commented to me, "Was that your first time?"
"Yes, actually."
"Well, I'm going to teach you how to use that stuff. Get on my back and hold on tight. We need to go to proper training grounds."
I did as he asked, yellow light fizzed into life around him, and we shot into the sky and through the other side. Yes, we were flying through space.
"where are we going? The moon?"
"Of course not. The moon doesn't have any air. We have to go to another solar system."
"But that will take years, and we didn't bring any food! We didn't even bring water!"
"Really? We're flying through space using nothing but yellow sparkles and you're worried about food and water?"
I had nothing to say to that. Apparently neither did my brain, for that is when I woke.
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