This be a fictional story! Don’t try this at home! Also don’t take it serious face. It be a series of short entries that I publish whenever I write one. Also it spawned from a random dream and might be weird. K thanks nao read.
Today I got a letter.
It was a letter of unusual qualities – for one, it was brown instead of white or sometimes blue. No, it was an uncustomary shade of light brown that you do not normally find in the mail.
The letter stated pretty in a very matter-of-fact way that I had paid my way into a very expensive school. It was a very nice school located on an island somewhat east of the Bahamas, which must mean I had done something horribly right since I live in new jersey. The school had a nice student base of about 350 and all of them avidly hated newcomers, which made my life somewhat worse. I had no choice to attend this school because if I didn’t the whole populace of my town would burn me at the stake.
There’s some sort of line between a literal and metaphorical interpretation, but I haven’t yet crossed it.
Packing was a surprisingly nonchalant affair. The state of mind of my parents I believe went something like “we’ve already spent gobs of money on this kid, let someone else pay off the rest”. I was packed within a day. I think they were glad I was being sent somewhere where I lived in a dorm as opposed to having to come back to the house every single day, which I’m sure was a drag for them. (Spoiler: They didn’t care.) The academy was called Walden Academy, which is a hilariously average name that no one actually uses. We just call it WWA for short.
The letter, word for word, went like this:
Your child has been accepted to Walden academy. He will occupy his dorm until August 2030, at which time he will return to the normal world. A navy limo adorned with our logo will be here to pick him up at August 20, 2022. You may choose to accept our application or you may choose not to. If you choose not to, your child may be in danger.
My parents took this and the four not-mosquito-bites on my neck with little more than “well, it happens to the…best of children” and writing me out of their will.