by day: a student, by night: asleep. Writes regularly, depending on the mood. Crazy. Loves to eat and Take photographs.
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Trying to write. It’s pretty boring here in the new city. no one to talk to, no one bothered to even look at you. so I wrote this.
PROLOGUE
Minerva: The truth is I am not a light sleeper, nor an insomniac, butg there are certain things that go “bump” at night that really makes me maddingly awake. For one, I have a very wild and seemingly uncontrollable imagination to the like that a slight breeze upon my shoulder leaves me imagining that ghosts or invisible monsters are lurking inside our house – which I may say could be plausible since my monster tamer/ghost hunter father collects those horrid things. And having a room with herculean windows doesn’t help much also.
Well that night was one of those nights when you can barely fall asleep due to either (a) the storm outside is triggering your imagination to run wild like most of the time, (b) Your annoying twin brother is snoring loudly in the next room and (c) you drank too much coke that afternoon. (Un)Luckily for me, all of those were happening at the same time so… good luck to me.
The storm outside was so heavy that the trees were all waving frantically outside my window as if they were SOS-ing. Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, and it was raining cats and dogs – but not literally cats and dogs. At that moment our cat, Mr. Flubs, entered my room through one of the windows – he was dripping wet, his black fur cling to him like leeches sucking blood and his eyes were as wide and bright as the moon. He inched closer to me with steps as light as feathers but then thunder cracked so he jumped onto my bed – wet fur and all. And that was when I heard them.
Feet. A pair of large, heavy feet were walking downstairs. Stomp, stomp, stomp. They were so heavy that you’d think elephants bombarded your home. And the scary part is that dad was downstairs – he was always downstairs- in his study. I have to wake up my brother. I have to wake Max up.
Max: “And your Champion Gladiator is… Maximillian Raycroft!” the headmaster announced and the crowds cheered wildly. All hail Max, the greatest gladiator of all! I stood up and strutted my signature pose – one hand extended upwards and finger pointing to the heavens while the other hand was on my chest and feet wide apart. The crowd’s cheer grew louder and louder but it was just a faint whisper compared to the superfluous sound of how awesome I am.
I was walking towards the stage – a glorifying walk that was – to accept my trophy and the head of the centaur that I have just killed when things started to go a little bit shaky. It was like an earthquake, a magnitude 9 to be exact, and the whole collosseum turned into a giant snowglobe that was being shook by a two-year old kid. Then I heard a familiar voice, “Max wake up! Wake Up! Wake up you bloody scoundrel you!” Minerva, is that you? Then I stood up with a startling jolt almost hitting my head to my sister’s.
“Minnie, what in the world are you waking me up for? It’s freaking 2:30 AM! And besides, I was totally having the best dream ever!” I asked her in a groggily half-asleep annoyed manner.
“Well my dear brother” She started “While you were snoring like a hibernating bear and having a glorious dream about you being a gladiator th-“
“What?!” I cut her off “How’d you know I was dreaming of me being a gladiator?” I asked her, puzzled over the idea that she knew what I was dreaming about.
“My, my Max you were mumbling ‘All hail Max, the greatest gladiator of all’ for like a ton of times.” I flushed red, knowing that my sister ha now found out my greatest dream. Damn. “The truth is, I have never wanted to wake you up if not because of those bloody footsteps”
“Footsteps? What footsteps are you talking about Minerva?” She told me to shush it so I could hear them and, lo and behold my ears! Footsteps, stark and heavy were walking down the first level hall.
“What in the seven continents of the world are those?” I asked her out of perplexity.
“From what I’ve heard or read about” Minnie started off, she had always been the more studious of the two of us since we were kids. “I mean, it’s impossible that it would be bears or lions since were in a city and the zoo is really far away –“
“Wait, wait, wait, stop.” I cut her off, again. “Of course those possibilities, if they were possibilities in the first place, are surely off the book. That thing sounds like a giant thai elephant or something. Or it could be Big Foot.”
Minerva: Max was not taking this seriously. I can tell. Even though he heard it with his own ears, I still know deep inside him he still thinks that I’m a lunatic. His creepy dopey twin sister lunatic. I pinched him in the arm.
“Ow!” He interjected “What was that for?”
“That was for not taking this conversation seriously. I can tell that you still doubt me.” I looked at him with my evil-twin-sister-stare-of-death, “Come on, Max. We both know that this might be an invasion of one of the monsters that dad has trapped in his jars.”
“You’ve got a point there sis.” He pondered for a little while then said, “Were going downstairs.”
Well, I stopped there. I fell asleep because of exhaustion. *sigh*
