This is another short story I've written but I did it a while ago
not sure if I'll continue it... lemme know if u like it
Snow, the crystalline fragments of my life fall before me, staring back ever so intently. I remember this moment, as I will remember it.
Awaking from the frozen dream, I found my window was left open; still churning in frozen dust from the ‘sill. Closing the window I faintly heard the bus brakes over the rusted hinge. I missed it again.
This would eventually result in a drenched, full locker, detention, and a tardy in my second hour class because I’ve already missed my first class. I knew this would happen because it happened last week. Thursday, the day before Friday, the only night I seem eager enough to start a weeks-worth project the day before it’s due. Working almost all night I only got one measly hour of sleep. Now that all-nighter (or close) was wasted. The project just so happened to be for my first hour.
Skipping the shower I rinsed my spaced out face, making sure I was dry before I went outside as not to become bitten by frost. I ate something before I went without lunch just because I can’t handle school without it. Every step was rushed with purpose, just to see if I could get there a little faster. Every minute that passed by was another two I would have to spend making it up.
I missed the ten minutes of blissful conversation I could have earned if I had done my project earlier. Ten minutes of no exercise instead of the hour of traversing the falling snow. I entered a daze when I opened the door as to make it feel faster and started to jog. Acting like the bus was still there in my head and I got on. My body began to warm up agitating my chilled blood. I talked through the conversations I could have had with friends. Every moment began to feel real. A ringing started in my ears and I looked up to see the bus doors open. We’ve made it to the school? The bus became clustered with stacking figures, they went from shadows to colors, and then formed individual beings. The beings grew faces and I came to know them.
I too joined the mob and rustled towards the lever pulled door. I cringed at the light readjusting my eyes to find I was at the school. This was supposed to just be a vision to help me get through the snow, but how then does this feel so real? I managed to take another breath before pushing the button on the heavy frigid door and entering the school. Taking off my hat and snow jacket I found my way to locker 2065. After dropping off my frosted gear (sure to be drenched on my return) I headed to my first hour class to attempt turning in my project even though I’m late.
With everyone going about the halls it must be passing time, going to second hour. Arriving at my first period class it suddenly became clear that I knew everyone coming into the room. How is this possible? This feels completely real but the timing’s off. I’m not supposed to be here yet. Handing my teacher the project I went to sit down massaging my swollen temples. This couldn’t be true, I knew this wasn’t true. I unwillingly started staring at everyone knowing they weren’t there and their essence started to fade and even the more when I realized it; becoming blurs of falling snow.
It’s the dream! Snow, the crystalline fragments of my life fall before me, staring back ever so intently. I remember this moment, as I will remember it. Now I remember it, but I’m still awakening. A blast of snow covers my body as I try to move the frozen joints that were finally my own. My face numb, my feet shaking needles, I stood and began shifting my way back to the road. The snow heavy, just like my questions, how and why did this feel so real. It was longer than before, and only one thing was different. This time I knew what had happened. Last week I dozed off but naturally found myself at the school, I had the same dream then too. That was real. That did happen, but not yet. I guess that dream allowed me skip that hour of walking, that hour of sleeping. But why am I back here now?
The snow is dry, crunching like rubber gloves beneath my boots, and tiring like walking on sand, it was so bright throwing beams of light straight back into the air. Finally making it back to the school I headed back to my locker. Why was it full? I hadn’t put gear in it yet, and it’s full? There are two pairs of everything! I stuffed what I could into my locker. Rushing to my first hour classroom I felt as if I swallowed a snowball. I opened the door but I was already there, staring at myself and then I disappeared.
Everyone was astonished for what they saw looked like teleportation. It wasn’t, and yet somehow it was. This was still confusing to me as much as to everyone else. I went into the room and sat back down at my desk, everyone staring. The teacher left the room still holding my paper. Everyone started mumbling questions myself included. I got up and stumbled for the door rushing to my locker with classmates following me asking questions I was figuring out by opening my locker. They were still there, pairs of everything. The volume of the question “what?” was multiplied with everyone who said it.
By this time the school office had rewound the recording of me entering the school twice; from the bus and the time after, rewinding as to try to make sense of it. I had but around ten minutes to try and figure this out when everyone started noticing how exactly alike all my belongings were down to the fuzz on the fabric of cotton gloves. No one knew what to do or say for the longest time, and the next thing I know I was trying to explain to the crowd what happened or what I think happened but then caught myself realizing if everyone could or would understand how this works it would be chaos.
So now I’m standing here I have no idea what to say and the words that escaped before I realized the chaos it would create were “O.K. so I woke up this morning…”. I realized something I can do to escape this so I tried it out. “And I figured out I want to be a magician!” Turning around I tried to copy what I felt before in that snow but instead of trying to get to school earlier I aimed my focus at getting away from the crowd. Another I appeared behind the crowd and stared at me. I was then behind the crowd but I was still in front of my locker as well! Both of us ran out of the school, totally traumatized we kept running until we were both at the forest line behind the school.
At the same time I was both in the same place. But when I realized it we morphed together. All along I’ve been a twin of myself living in the same place and same time. But now for some reason it seems imbalanced.
The teachers were just then watching the camera as I escaped from the school and saw two of me leave. They ran down to the crowd of kids who just witnessed my merge that followed me behind the school. All the while it’s still snowing, chilling my thoughts while my body was shivering but not because of the snow.
It started warming up on my way back to the house. My home… It should still be empty with my parents at work. I can’t wait to get to settle in my bed and just sleep. I don’t want to think about it, thank you snow for numbing my mind. It’s too painful to think, too many questions to answer. Arriving at home I only had to slip off my shoes. It’s Ironic that I’m cold when I have two pairs of winter gear now. I’ll worry tomorrow, maybe they’ll forget.